A/N: I am a horrible person, I know. I feel sooooooo bad for not updating but this year has been more hectic than I could've imagined. Anyway, much love to all my readers who have stuck with me. I hope I have earned your forgiveness ; )
VA belongs to Richelle Mead
She was really hitting it off with Christian, her ever present guardian. For once she did not feel alone. The attacks have ceased for the time being. Maybe it was because her mind was focused on getting out of this place with the help of Christian but she wasn't sure that when he told her he had connections or if he was lying. She had her plan B if he was telling the truth but with him she was unsure. The only way she could see herself walking out of that entrance gate was working hard.
In the morning training sessions she pushed herself until breaking point. There were sometimes where she would collapse from exhaustion or she would fall asleep in her classes but it was worth it. This definitely caught the attention of the scouts at the school except for one exception. He always stood in the corner behind the others and watched with an emotionless gaze. Not really looking at something but observing everything. She was intrigued.
"Hey! Hello? Earth to Rose?" she heard someone scream in her ear. She blinked and stared into a pair of confused blue eyes. She placed her guarded mask over her emotions and looked back at him.
"What?" she asked cheekily.
"Well you were kind of staring holes through the weird guy in the corner. It was freaky." He explained. That's when she noticed the Russian in the corner giving her a weird look.
"Was I like staring?" she whispered to Christian. She looked at him and he nodded trying to contain his laugh. Someone cleared their throat behind them.
"Am I interrupting something special that I have to stop my whole class to address you two?" asked Stan who was just explaining what they would be looking for in the test. She lowered her head.
"Well everyone, now that this lovely pair has joined us I will continue. In 2 days we will meet here at 6am. Everyone that arrives late has lost their chance. We will then put everyone through the drills and evaluate you accordingly. The results will be announced a week from then. Good Luck." He said.
They were then instructed to run laps which she did obediently. It reminded her of the fatal day that changed her life. She remembered the gun and pulling the trigger and the blood. Blood. Red Spots danced before her eyes. She stopped running and everyone else flew passed her. She walked of the track and sat down on the wet grass, her head in between her knees. She took a few uneven breaths and tried to calm down.
"Are you ok?" asked a heavily accented voice. She looked up at stared into dark brown eyes. She blinked once more and took a deep breath before nodding. She got up but her legs collapsed. She was surprised that she never hit the floor. Strong arms encircled her waist and pulled her up.
"Thank you." She said weakly. She tried to wiggle out of his grasp. She didn't like being helped. She felt weak. He pulled her up and steadied her. Finally she was able to stand on her own. He still looked at her as if she was about to fall over again but she gave him a look and he backed away.
She resumed with her jogging but was still a bit unsteady on her feet. As she finished her 3rd lap, someone blew a whistle. She stopped, slightly out of breath. The Russian came up to her and was waiting for her to make the first move. She straightened out and looked at him when she realised that he might want his chain back. She was about to undo the claps at the back of her neck but he interrupted her.
"Don't. Keep it." He said in a flat voice. She was surprised but let her arms drop to her sides.
"Now that you are warmed up, follow me." He commanded her. She did as she was told. As the others carried on with their practice, she was lead to the gym where she would have to face Mr Tough-Russian all alone. She wasn't scared, never scared, just a tad intimidated. A they arrived he grabbed two metal chairs that belong to the instructors and placed them opposite each other. He sat down and gestured for her to join him. She was clearly confused but she complied.
"Why do you think you get these 'attacks', Ms Hathaway." He asked her.
Now that was a question she did not expect. She was not about to bear her soul to him. She didn't even know the guy.
"Why should I tell you?" she replied trying to do the one eyebrow thing but failed miserably.
"It is important to know if this is a regular occurrence and if we can prevent it so that it does not, in the end, lead to your death." He stated plainly.
"Well, mostly, I see vivid memories and blackout and I doing so, I cause myself physical harm but when I wake up, I can't remember what I did." She said with a sigh. She did not want to die, especially by suicide.
He nodded.
"I want to try something. See your memories as documents with the memory written on it and your brain as a filing cabinet. "he said.
She nodded and closed her eyes, trying to visualize what he was saying.
"Now mark the bad memories with a red mark." He continued. She did that and there were more red-marked ones than others.
"Take those documents and place them in one of the cabinets and lock it." He said. The papers in her mind floated into a sliver cabinet and stacked themselves into neat piles. The drawers shut and locks appeared and locked them away. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Now we can begin with training." He said. She smiled inwardly. I'm gonna take him down.
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