-Chapter 6-
I was laughing almost maniacally as I wrote in my diary. I just had to add that today my boss, on my third day in, pulled me aside to ask if I had an abusive relationship. That just made my day, considering I did not do anything else. Though Pierre and I did go through the steps on how to protect oneself.
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Because I wasn't doing anything at night it was surprising I didn't just sleep. It was actually easier. I liked this new twist on a night owl. Sleep the afternoon away, wake up for night stuff (mainly stare at Garren's computer screen, trying to see what is up), then go to work at six in the morning and come home at three to sleep again. I really like the part that I can sleep for at least six hours.
So as my black and blue skin tone changed to yellow and green, I started to hit harder. It wasn't necessary, but I was getting frustrated. The only news I got ever was that day when Garren told me to lay off from beating myself up. So I felt like I was in the dark.
If they were not going to say anything soon. I'm turning myself in and killing them from there. Then I'll kill the rest of the frickin scardy dead people, I thought to myself.
"Ready?" Jason's voice said from behind me.
I turn around to him cracking his knuckles. I look at him funny. "For?" I asked, knowing he was going to see if I learned anything.
"Well I'm not letting you out of here until I see that you learned something." he said walking up to me.
"Okay." I was so ready for the challenge.
He threw a punch at me, I blocked. He kicked, I blocked. Already I got bored of this. He slowly got faster, throwing in double punches and the like. I blocked all of them, barely getting in any punches myself. He quickened and hit harder with each punch and kick. I back flipped away to get some kind of space, but he ran up to me kicking me down. I rolled over, and scurried while he tried to hit me. I tried crawling through his legs only to be trapped. My plan has been foiled. I growled and started to wiggle, getting giggles of triumph out of him. I growled and rolled onto my side but my air was being squished out. I wiggle some more, gasping. I elbowed him in the back of the knee to get back onto my hands and knees, and tried and squirm out with avail. But I then decided to grab his leg and turn him over only to have him sitting on top of me.
"Truce?" I asked, the air being crushed out me.
"This is kind of comfy." he said, still sitting on me.
"But.. air?"
"Fine." he said helping me up. "That wasn't that bad."
"Okay good. So I can leave with you guys?" I asked trying to catch my breath.
"Once we get a plan, yeah you can." He said.
"Good." I said, then thought of something. "You're not mad at me are you?"
"For?" he asked.
"Wrecking your sweater..." I said.
"Sorry I over reacted." He said.
"Well you didn't hit me, so I accept your apology." I said.
"Good." he said. "I have a question."
"Shoot." I said.
He flipped me onto his shoulder. "If you were caught like this how would you get out?"
"Please let me down." I said, all of a sudden feeling dizzy.
"How would you get out of it?" he said walking away with me on his shoulder.
"Wedgie?" I said out loud, looking at how I could not move my legs that were held against his chest.
"That could work..." he said slowly.
"Cause I know for a fact, that a mortal punching a vamp in the chest doesn't do much. But if I had my dagger or stake.. well that would be easily solved, despite that my face would fall into dust." I said.
"Anything else?"
"Would elbow to the skull do anything?"
"Most girls would not think of that." he said putting me down before we got to the living area.
"Hey." I said realizing my fear was gone. "That was fun!"
He shrugged.
"Hey, can I get a piggy back from anyone?" I asked the group, looking around brightly.
They all turned their heads to me with questioning looks.
"What? I was kidding." I said.
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For the next week I constantly bugged Garren on when I was allowed to come along. I already was learning how not to spend my energy on offense attacks, though I did take down Pierre once the way I did things. But that once was out of like the thirty he had already done.
So one night when I was being "babysat" by Pierre, I took off and hid in an empty room. I took the cell just for the hell of it. But I took off. I was only seeing how long it would take anyone to see that I was missing. So I could plan an attack for myself. Plus this was all just to train myself to become a better hider therefore a better spy. I smiled to myself as I thought that.
My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. "Yeah?"
"What are you doing?" Jason asked.
"Sitting."
"Where?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I was just making sure you were not sneaking out. You seemed anxious today."
"Why would I want to leave this dark dank place?" I asked sarcastically.
"I'm serious."
"So am I..." I said. "I'm still here. I have not left the premises."
"Hmm."
"I'm serious. I'm playing hide and go seek with Pierre, who did not volunteer. But I promise, I'm still in the warehouse. No need to worry your pretty little head off."
"Mm kay." he said, and the line went dead.
I rolled my eyes. Well that did not work the way I planned. Well I can continue to hide from Pierre until he finds me.
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I walked back to the living area after four hours, feeling betrayed by myself. Everyone was sitting around, and didn't pay attention to me when I walked in. I sat on the arm rest.
"Took you awhile." Jason said, a small smirk on his face.
"I got lost." I said, which was half true.
"Yeah I gave up on you after Jason called me." Pierre said, staring at the t.v. screen.
I grabbed Garren's hat and hit Jason with it.
"Give me that." he said grabbing his hat back, glaring at me.
"Jason is in a good mood, and everyone else is not..." I said out loud. "This is weird."
"Yeah." Jason said, shifting himself in his seat. "Might as well get some practice in huh?" he said looking at me.
"Oh another assessment thingy?" I said, with little enthusiasm.
"Stop. Before you burst with happiness." Jason's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes, and followed him to the training room. For this offense stuff, apparently, I was not easy to train. For I already had MY way stuck in my head. So Jason took it upon himself to whip me, trying to slow down my punches and stuff to be able to see.
Well he didn't hit me, like ever, for this training. Which was better than defense training. But he yelled, a lot. Especially once I got stuff down pat, he was egging me on to screw up, so he could yell at me some more. I really thought this helped get his frustrations out so I let it slide.
We trained like an hour every night, and by the end of each session we were going extremely fast. But this time we were evenly matched, and I didn't fall on my ass for once like whenever we come close to being matched. No, I had to fly into a wall. Why? We were so evenly matched that when we locked for the first time we were both shaking. Our faces were inches apart, both breathing pretty heavily. And I had the smart idea to kick him at that time. Well when I kicked him, he let go, so our energies threw me across the room, and he fell on his back.
I sat there stunned. That happened, one other time. With my friend. Right before I killed her.
When I didn't move, I guess I worried Jason a bit because he came over and waved a hand in my face.
I blinked, "Ow." I said in a laughing crying sound.
"Are you going to be okay?" he asked, giving me a hand.
I flipped myself back up and walked out. My back cracking every so often back into place.
He caught up to me. "Are you okay?" he asked with a seriousness in his voice.
I kept walking straight, intent on having alone time.
He spun me around to face him, "What! Are you upset at what happened back there?"
I glared at him, feeling myself shake. He glared back at me.
My eyes started to tear up, just like the night I killed her. I turned around, found a wall and started to hit my head repeatedly trying to get the memory out. I didn't feel anything until Jason held me tight to stop me from hitting my head.
"God, what?" he asked with less anger.
"I killed her after that." I said quietly.
"What?"
I gave a shuddering sigh. "What we did back there, I did with my friend. After I found out that she killed my parents. I killed her right after she was thrown back. I don't know what it means if anything. But it scares me, even now." I could feel his grip on me loosen, and I stepped out.
I looked at him, before I decided I didn't want to be alone anymore and walked to the living area. I sat in between Pierre and Scott, stealing Scott's cushion and stared at the t.v. with them.