The muscles in my fingers tightened as I clenched my hands into fists, feeling the strength run through them. Flicking my hands, I heard the joints pop and grinned at the sound that came from them. Slowly rising to my feet, I pushed myself off the living chair and crossed the dark wooden floor.
"You shouldn't be moving. Not when you are recovering."
"Hush now, Gokul. You do not understand how it feels to be alive again."
"A mere tale turn real. I do not expect you to be fully alive. You are still dead in someway, but you will truly never live again."
"Alive or not, aren't I among the living once again? Still, I require more flesh to fully recover the form that I lost. . . All because one merely got away from me."
My dead-yellow eyes darted over to Gokul, as he merely meditated on the floor. He had merely followed an old legend from Canada, and made it come true. For bring me back I am grateful, but he could have brought me back without so much of me having to eat flesh to reform myself.
"She knows the snow as much as you, that is how you let one person slip out from your fingers. Now that she is out of your grasp, they are all hunting you. And quite possibly, to bring your death once more. For good this time."
Enclosing the distance between us, I jabbed one of my fingers between his eyes and he merely stared at me.
"Death will be an achievement that they will fail at this time. As long that I can gather flesh so I may regrow, death is far away from me at this point. I have experienced it twice, a third time, it will not happen."
"As you wish, but your fall may happen. Depends where you step along the path."
I smashed my fists into the pads that Doyle had over his hands, making me adjust my positions quickly and having to move into different spots. Sweat was already beading up on me, and my muscles were slowly aching at me for the long hours of the training.
"Are you going to give up?"
"Why should I give up?"
"So you don't lose yourself to the passion of the fight. Isn't that why you never truly fight?"
"Don't bring up old topics, Doyle. I rather keep what I say in the past, unless necessary."
He tripped me with his foot, and my back slammed into the ground, looking up at him, he gave me a cocky grin.
"You're definitely no Abby. She doesn't hold herself back and tries to protect her blind spots, and here you are falling and holding back."
"I refuse to be like my sister, and I will never end up like her. Let's do this over again."
Rolling onto my hands and feet, I shoved myself off of the ground and got ready to try once more.
"So why are you wanting to do it again?"
"I'll tell you later."
I paced back and forth, looking at the hologram map, seeking where to move to next.
"Why not return to your roots? Avoid the public eye and be somewhere, where no one will find you."
"They may seek me there, if I do go off to my roots. If the monks that raise Drew found my lair, so can the Scientists. For now, I will hunt."
"Hunt all you will, they will follow you."
Grinning, I slowly laughed as I pinpointed different locations on the map on many of the earth's regions. Many of these regions, I could go to and no one would ever expect, while others I would be seen and the Secret Scientists might soon be there.
"I will hunt, Gokul, for the hunt has just begun."
Author Note: Sorry if this chapter was short, I ever worked with Argost being first person before, so this was a good first shot. I will try to do better next time when he pops up in first person once more, so stay on your guard!