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A/N: I'm so sorry about not updating! It's been a bit busy & chaotic but that's not an excuse, but hopefully this chapter may make it a bit better! If you have the time or want to, any polite critic and/or happy reviews are greatly appreciated and wlecomed! Also, looking over my chapters, there actually isn't a lot Oc/Chris (Bolt) fluffines but, but there is hinting so I still kind of have to put: Oc/Bolt!
Grr, my muses wouldn't let me have an early relationship (I blame it on Wade,lol) with the two... it's a bit irratating, but they're the boss otherwise there probably wouldn't be a sequel... oops, did I release that? Well yeah: there's going to be a sequel! But I'll also be working on my KingKong story's sequel so they'll probably only be updated each friday, giving me a week to work on two chapters and probably when I do start to do that, I'll favor one and work on that mainly and then like, a day before, I'll finish up the other chapter.
Anyways, I've bored you enough! Enjoy everyone:)
The first day of Logan going be gone, was pure static and tension. Everyone avoided Victor who avoided us. Which is fine by me. At the moment, I didn't want to talk or socialize with any of them! I concentrated hard on Logan's future, forcing myself into useless visions and causing great migraines.
The days turned into a week. If we could survive the first week, we could survive the rest right? Wrong. We don't know long we'll be here. We don't know how much time we have left alive; for all I knew, Stryker could be plotting our demise in his office. But highly unlike, I think, or at least for the moment.
But I noticed the new wary he had around us. Maybe Logan's leaving shook him up a bit; he'd have to be made of stone to not to be. He knew now that we had our own opinions, our own minds on how things should work and turn out as. Logan merely demonstrated that in a strong act of rebelling- leaving.
Anyways, I believe it was Saturday when Stryker called us in. Like usual, I was the last one in and took up the farthest wall away from all the guys. Stryker spoke in a calm, cool voice that everyone could hear perfectly fine.
"We all are… ruffled by Logan's disloyalty," I grinded my teeth for a second as his use of that word but I stopped as soon as Stryker glanced at me; Victor's body stiffened and his lip curled into a slight snarl but made no response, "but we must go on. I allowed you all to rest up for a week. We must be getting back into training schedule immediately; a mission will be coming up soon. There will be mock fights tomorrow at the training rooms. That's all."
He gave a slight hand gesture to show that we're dismissed. I swiftly opened the door and slipped through before Wade or someone else could try and cut me off. I wasn't fast enough; Wade grabbed my arm as pulled me to the wall as I rounded my corner to my room.
I stared at him with blank eyes.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"My room," I answered coolly.
"Ah ha, no you're not. You're coming into the other room with us," he denied me and started to drag me along. I struggled weakly but was in no mood to fight with him. I was exhausted and the shadows were pretty much carved into my face from the almost sleepless nights I have been having about Logan.
There were three people in there already. Zero sat at the island, polishing one of his guns with a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. John and Chris were playing cards at the table to the island's right. Everyone looked up for a second when Wade shoved me in the room, following after me.
"What is it?" I snarled, throwing myself on the couch and stretching out in a relaxed manner.
"Your visions," Wade stated as I heard him scrape around through the fridge for something to drink or eat.
"What about them?" I said warily, now pulling myself into a sitting position. Wade leaned against the counter, getting a glare from Zero and ignored it. He gave a shrug, not answering my question for once. I glanced at all of them and shook my head.
"I haven't seen anything if that's what you're so curious," I started, paused and then continued, "and actually, I haven't gotten any besides the same useless crap I get."
No answer; not even from Wade.
"What is up with all of you?! Just because Logan left doesn't mean we have to act like it's the end of the world! He chose to leave- just because any of you were too scared or too stupid to leave with him is your own damn fault! Keep to yourselves- see if I care! Just don't drag me into any shit of yours!" I snarled at them, flew up onto my feet and stalked to my bedroom.
No one followed me.
That night was the worse one. Not even through forcing myself was I getting visions worth anything. I got a few painfully strained visions of the training room, Wade and Zero fighting almost each other's equals and a few other minor, non-important things.
I rolled to my left side again, smoothing the sheets in front of me lazily with my left hand.
It wasn't fair! Why did I have to suffer from Logan's decision? I knew that was unfair to think of it that way but I was so irritated. With him, with myself, with the team, with Stryker and with the whole world!
Logan was stupid enough to leave, though I respected him for it and I was stupid enough to force myself these visions that weren't even helping! With the damn team because they were acting like a bunch of dead zombies, save for Zero and Wade who never liked Logan.
Stryker… well, did I need a reason? He's making us have mock training fights tomorrow and I already have a bad gut feeling on it. The whole world because I hated it at the moment! Life is already an unfair card game and I was dealt the shittiest hand possible in this game.
I tossed again, making sure I didn't make too much noise as I did. Finally, just as the clock started to tick past one in the morning I fell asleep.
"Wake up sweetheart!"
There was a loud, obnoxious knocking on my door and I cracked open one of my eyes, grinning to myself. My locks I had found were working and now, the guys couldn't get in. Wade always loved to pick open the regular lock and wake me up at the earliest hour possible for him. Though that wasn't too early, it was quite annoying and I got fed up with it really quick.
So I merely stole some extra locks and attached them to my door.
"Brooke!" Wade shouted.
I scowled angrily and slipped into my training gear. A plain black t-shirt, camouflage cargo pants and pure black military boots. The whole thing would have looked quite ridiculous if I had been training in a regular open gym back home but this is what Stryker wanted us to wear.
I personally knew that the heavy the set of clothes and shoes I wore, the slower I was in hand-to-hand combat. Maybe the heavy boots help build muscle not that I didn't have any. I just didn't like those giant things on my feet; they felt awkward and downright stupid.
"Don't you look," Wade started but I shot him a tired death glare.
"Don't even start on me Wade."
"Excited I can see."
"Haha."
"Someone hasn't gotten their beauty sleep," he continued on.
"Nether have you," I retorted.
He shook his head, ignoring it. I stalked past the living room, brushing past his halted body.
"Where are you going? Breakfast-"
"Knowing how you guys eat, I would rather go without breakfast, thanks."
He gave a small shrug and went into the room. I knew one thing: Wade wasn't about to miss a meal; he eats almost as much as Fred! With them and a three other grown men, we almost never had any food in here though Stryker restocks it almost daily now.
I wandered into the gym next to the training rooms where Stryker can watch us fight; I didn't bother to exercise or try and do something. I merely waited in a corner, leaning against the plastic padding with a bored look on my face and a tired gleam in my eye.
"Not hungry?"
John didn't startle me; I saw a vision of him appearing about three minutes before. Then it switched he wouldn't come and just a second ago, it switched back to coming.
"Uh huh." I said, staring at my boots with distaste.
"Still don't like 'em?"
"Nope. If I ever get out of this place, I'm wearing sneakers the rest of my life."
He said nothing, glazing at the mirror that was on the other wall in front of us. I scowled at my shadows, shaking my head and turning away from it.
"Finished quickly?"
"With them guys in there- come in early, you'll actually get something."
I grinned weakly but it faded.
"What you think about it?"
"The guys eating?" He said, turning to me with a confused face but understanding, avoiding eyes.
"No…" my voice trailed off and I shrugged the matter aside, knowing that John was deliberately avoiding it.
"Kind of stupid. Where's he gonna go? He's got no family, no girl or kids… but…"
"But… you wish you kind of have had the guts to go with him? Had the will to walk away with him? Yeah… me too." I said with a sour tone. He merely shrugged, not finishing his sentence.
"Wonder what's taking them so long…" I murmured after a long, slightly uncomfortable silence.
"Dunno know." John said and in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
I didn't shift from my spot; just wait till John comes back. Everything is fine- they're probably just fighting over who gets the last whatever they're eating. I could imagine Fred knocking Wade to the ground, trying to grab a donut…
My stupid images faded and so did my humor; John still hadn't come back. Grumbling angrily, I got up and walked back to the kitchen/living room. I peeked in, only to see Fred and Zero at the table, Victor's taken over the couch, Wade sitting in a chair near the door. John and Chris hung around in the kitchen, John's talk was a small murmur.
I held my tongue and slipped back out, almost unnoticed when Wade saw the door close. I could just start to make out my name when suddenly; the loud speakers Stryker had set out rang out with his voice.
"Report to training rooms."
I took off to the rooms and was waiting for them when they arrived at the rooms, the same bored look I had on in the gym next door. I felt always out of place here but I had a major bad feeling about today.
