The Training /The Name

What I am listening to: L.A. Dispute, Passion Pit and Santigold Pt 1

The 18 Carat Love Affair, Lykke Li and Green Go Pt 2

Originally this was broken up into two chapters but all of my chapters ended up deleted, which pissed me off at first, but then I decided that the second and third chapter could just intermingle(and they needed to be revised anyway). So I am not particularly proud of these chapters but I don't think they are all too bad. I would like to thank the people who had reviewed and the people who had read the last chapter; I hope that you liked the first chapter enough to read the second/third. Right, well here you go chapter two and I guess three, The Training/The Name

-Thanks for Reading-

Melbourne Blassuf

The Training

I'll be honest, I assumed that training was supposed to deal with learning how to use guns or learning some martial arts. I wanted to learn how to do slow motion back flips while shooting a gun at super human, bad guys. Well really I just wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. Training was a surprise though, she did not show me how to do any cool flips, or learn to bend water or even shoot a gun. Instead we went kayaking, rock climbing and parkouring. All of those things sound so easy, well everything but the parkouring, but they were not. When we kayaked it would blindfolded, we did speed rock climbing with no harness and parkouring by itself is difficult but imagine having Spencer chase you the whole way.

That was her name Spencer. It did not really suit her. Spencer was a too innocent name for her. She told me she does not remember before and just like me she was confused about who she was when she was first injected. "I don't remember how it happened really; I was not as lucid as you when I woke up. I did know though." She stopped there abruptly.

"You knew what?"

"That I had changed." She shrugged.

That was my very first conversation with her. She did not really like to talk too much but whenever she did I knew that it was important. Everything she told me was beneficial to me. She explained why had no memories of who I used to be. I knew that I had changed, I knew my birth date, I knew how to play Sudoku, I knew what pop tarts were and I knew random weird facts. I still did not know who I was. I had no name, no friends, no family, and no idea who I was. Spencer told me I would discover this through the tattoos on me. The tattoos were another thing I knew I did not have before.

Every night that I have been here, Spencer has explained one of her tattoos. They all were of animals or symbols. No words were written on her. Tonight I picked the Omega symbol on her hand. "The one on your hand," I told her as I set across from her, we had a fire going by the cave, the red and orange would bounce off from her hair, "the omega."

She looked down at her hand and smiled before she started. "The Omega is one that you and I both share. It symbolizes the beginning and also the end." She looked up at me through the fire. Her face was indescribable. It was broken, confused, amused, rejected; it was a face that she wore often.

"Why hasn't mine shown up yet?"

"What have you done to earn it?" She shrugged at me and looked back down. That night marked the end of me looking up to Spencer no longer was I trying to be better than her and to learn more from her. I knew I had to be as good and to know as much.

When we awoke in the morning Spencer told me it was time to learn how to fight. We walked for a while in complete silence. I looked around and knew that I had never been to where we had gone to.

"The trick is to lie." Spencer said to me breaking an hour long sentence. "Let them believe that you are weak, that you are that typical, pretty, girl that depends on a man to help you." I looked at Spencer then back to my feet.

"What if that does not work?" I asked with no fear in my voice.

"Then it does not work." She responded with a slight tremble in hers.

We stopped walking by a river bed. On our right there were more trees and our left the river.

"Use your talents." Spencer turned to me and we faced each other. I could see my reflection in her eyes and I was sure she could see mine in hers. Around us I heard. I heard the water gently lap up at the rocks, the fish that inhabited the river swimming swiftly in between natural obstacles, the trees sway in the wind and leaves falling through the ground; I heard a bird circle us. I could hear the bird's wings move up then down. I could hear Spencer's lungs fill in then let loose. I could tell you all of the things I heard in immense detail. I could not tell you who had struck first though.

I could hear Spencer's fist collide with my skin, with my bones, and eventually with the blood on my face. I could hear the cracks of the bones that I broke on her torso. I could hear the ground tremble when we crashed onto it. My head slamming into the ground over and over with every blow Spencer threw at me, her body crashing into the trees I threw her in, my neck cracking when she grabbed it, our bodies eventually becoming torn and bruised, bloodied and sore. I could hear all of this in immense detail. I could not tell you who had ended it.

I was lying on the ground at least 50 feet away from Spencer. It seemed like she threw me through a huge tree. I lifted my head up just enough to see Spencer was on her knees. I walked over to her and saw her body broken. Her hands were bloodied and bruised. I also saw her cuts heal, her flesh was reattaching itself and in a matter of minutes she looked like she just finished taking a shower. Her eyes though, they were normally a soft blue and now they were purple with what looked like lightning coursing through them.

She made me look in to the river. My eyes normally brown became the same electric blue that Spencer had injected me with.

Our training was not meant to improve any physical attributes. Instead, it was to show me and Spencer are equals.

The Name

After the training, Spencer and I walked back to the cave. She was looking around at everything as if it was brand new and she was whistling to the birds. I did not understand her at all. How could one person be so violent in one second and in another be so peaceful? The Omega symbol was glowing on my hand. It was black like Spencer's but it had a red tint around it. She told me the glow will go away. I kind of do not want to it to.

"So what are we going to do now?" She walked by ignoring me. "Spencer?" I really fucking hate when people ignored me. "Spencer what the fuc-"She cut me off.

"I think your name should be Ashley." That threw me off.

"Why?" I asked her, still kind of pissed off.

She shrugged, "It was how we met." She did not look at me at all when she spoke to me. That was the first time she did that.

When we got back to the cave, Spencer pulled out 4 black, huge duffle bags. I sat on the bed and watched her put in money, maybe thousands, maybe even millions, in two bags. In another she threw in guns. The last one she threw in our clothes and some food. We left the cave quickly after that. Spencer told me earlier that there would be a time where we would have to leave she did not know exactly when but she knew that it was coming soon. I guess that moment was now. When we were a good distance anyway from the cave Spencer pulled out a remote and pressed a giant red button on it. I expected the cave to blow up instead nothing happened. We walked for miles until we reached the end of the forest. The road was very close to use.

"Wait here." Spencer addressed me then ran off. I thought she was going to leave me behind until I saw that the bags were still with me. A moment later I heard an engine come up near me. Spencer was behind the wheel of a black Volvo S40. She stepped outside to grab the bags and as soon as we were loaded up, Spencer drove on the road.

For most of the road I just watched the trees pass us by. "Ashley," Spencer addressed me, "I need you to know something." I turned my head which was pressed on the window so that the back corner of my head rested on it still but I could see Spencer. "I would never put you into a situation that I thought you could not handle. I need you to protect yourself, even if you feel like you need to protect me, I need you to protect yourself first." I turned my head completely towards her. "Will you promise me that?" I looked at her, then to her hand on the stick shift. I placed my hand on hers, just softly enough to let her know I was there and nodded my head. In my own thoughts however, I knew that I would never do that. I felt Spencer let out a breath that she had been holding in for the car ride so far.

Rain started to pour down. Spencer drove until she saw a motel. She told me to wait in the car while she got a room. I started to draw shapes in the condensation. It was a weird moment first I did not really want to but then I could not stop myself. Spencer knocked on my window and I stopped. She held up a key and made me grab the bags. The room was as grungy as I thought it would be. "I know this is not amazing, but we had to stop somewhere." Spencer threw the bags down and I lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Spencer went to the bathroom and I heard the shower cut on. All I wanted to do was stare at the ceiling.

Moments later, Spencer came out in a towel.

"Are you going to take a shower?" She asked me. I just shook my head no.

Spencer came to the bed and laid with me. We both stared at the ceiling. All I could hear was Spencer's breathing. The rain outside and the thunder did break into my concentration on her rhythmic breathing. The TV in the room next to us was just barley audible."Are you going to pick one? "She broke my meditation.

"Tell me about the eagle and the snake." The eagle and the snake reached from the base of Spencer's neck to right above her ass. It was by far my most favorite tattoo on her.

"The eagle represents protection," she had started to tell me in a soft voice, "mostly spiritual protection and sometimes physical. The snake represents power." In the tattoo the snake was biting the eagle's neck as it flew away and its blood was dropping onto a tree.

"What about the tree?" I was almost afraid to ask. She let out a deep sigh.

"The tree is an Ash tree. The stories start that in the older kingdoms armies made spears from the Ash tree because of it resilience." She rolled over to her side so her back was facing me and her towel came undone. "You will protect me Ashley. I know that promise in the car was worthless. I know what you will do. I know I cannot stop you. I just needed to lie to myself so I could feel any some form of comfort." The words she spilled I knew would forever haunt me.

"Goodnight Spencer." I rolled so our backs were touching and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the soft rocking of the bed caused Spencer's sobbing.

The name I received had nothing to do with who I was but who I will be. Spencer knows that I will try to be selfless and make her happy. I know though that I am more selfish than most.

Um and also since I had about 8 chapters done and they're all gone it is going to take me a little while to update but the goal is to update every two days until I am caught up to where I need to be. After that point, updates will come every day.