My story part 4

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My story part 4

What was happening? I'm some kind of fighter? I really wasn't the fighting type. I just sort of stayed at home, unless I had field hockey practice. I was a scrawny, lithe girl who always got picked on. I was skinny enough that I could fit into the lockers at school, which some of the sophmore boys had found out earlier in the week. People liked to pick on me, and I let them. But in that moment, I wondered: Why did I let them? Why didn't I just fight back? Clearly I had the strength to fight back. So why didn't I stand up for myself?
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We walked into his house and I couldn't belive what I was seeing. His house was a modge podge of just about every ninja movie I'd ever watched. There were throwing stars with broken points on a workbench in the corner, a knife under the bench, two sets of nunchucks hanging on hooks on the wall, and just about every other ninja death toy you could think of. "What is going on in here? Is this your little death factory or something?" I asked him. He moved some of the stuff off of the workbench and said "Don't ask and don't touch. Now here's the battle plan. I've got a bunch of other fighters to help us on the day it's all gonna go down." He explained the whole thing to me as I watched him work out his whole detailed plan to me.
He was about halfway done explaining it to me when something occured to me, "What about my parents? For sure I can't tell them about this." I asked him. He shook his head and said "Taken care of." My eyes widened at him and I shouted "What did you do to my parents? Where are they? Are they okay?" He gripped my shoulders and said "You have to trust me. I'm trained to do this. They're fine." I nodded my head at him and said "I trust you." It felt like there were electric currents running through where his hands touched me. I so badly wanted to say something to him about it, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything.
After a second, he turned around and said "All right, what's your weapon of choice? As you can see, I've got just about everything here." I took a look around and said "I'll take that compound bow and arrows right there in the box," I said, poiting to the box I was talking about. He walked over and grabbed the bow, then rummaged through to find the rest of the arrows. As he found the rest of them, I asked him "So, are the rest of the guys this special fighters too?" He shook his head again and said "Nope. Just me. But they know about it, though. They're kind of my support staff. They helped me with the battle plan and they helped me find all of my little toys here and stuff, so they do most everytihng to help me." I nodded and said "Cool, I guess." He got up and said "Okay, I think I've got all of the arrows." As he handed me the bow and quiver, I looked over the bow. Clearly it needed some love. The string was fraying and the handle was all rusted. It obviously hadn't seed the light of day in a few years. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her. She obviously needs it."