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David's POV
Al Owal suspended his training pending his decision. The alpha explained he didn't want to influence his decision.
Beyond that the way he was treated didn't change. Other assassins still treated him as an initiate. Though some eyes held wariness. It wasn't often that the Demon's Head gave someone the chance to leave.
What was strange was that since the offer was made he found Al Sayf shadowing him. The had only spoken briefly before he was called away. Most of their time together had been in swordplay.
He called out as he turned a corner down a deserted hallway, "For an assassin you're not very sneaky. Why are you following me?"
The assassin came from the shadows as he replied, "If I didn't want you to know I was there. You wouldn't. What is your decision little omega? Will you leave or will you stay?"
David opened his mouth to retort to the little comment. Then he closed it. The alpha was correct he had to make a decision.
He replied leaning back on his heels, "I'm not sure. Honestly I am grateful for everything the League has done for me. Without them I would have died."
Al Sayf nodded and waited. Taking his cue David continued, "I want to know who I am. There is more to this than just the pieces from my nightmares and random flashbacks."
Al Sayf said echoing his thoughts, "At the same time you don't want to leave. You feel strangely safe here even surrounded by assassins."
Mutely he nodded. That was exactly how he felt.
The alpha continued, "It is your choice. As the Demon's Head said, they will take you to wherever you want. From there you must find your own path. On the other hand you could stay here. Many of our number have seen the skill you possess. You would do well with us."
As quickly as he had come Al Sayf was gone. David was feeling more conflicted than ever.
He wandered the halls until he realized that he was at the training room. It was the room he had used ever since he was cleared for training. Day or night he was allowed to use it as long as he didn't disturb anyone.
When he entered the first thing he saw was that Al Owal was going through his katas. For a moment David hesitated. Then before he could really consider it he grabbed his own sword.
Starting from the other side of the mat he began his katas starting with the one that Al Owal was on. If they synced their katas and he didn't mess one up they would meet in the middle.
As part of his training he had seen other members do this. Some partners could go so fast one would think the room was on fire. Sparks would fly as steel clashed against steel.
He was careful about each placement of his body. Even one wrong movement could end in being cut. The swords were not blunted but dangerously sharp. It made mistakes more painful and less likely to be repeated.
It only took a brief few moments for them to meet up. All his worries and the thoughts of his pending decision washed away. All that was left was the clashing of steel upon steel.
It became something of a dance as David fell into the familiar katas. In just a few short weeks he had taken to them like a fish to water. He was mindful of each placed strike. Of how he was using his footing.
Gentle taps of Al Owal's nondominte hand corrected his stance. They weren't often but he was grateful for them.
Sparks continued to fly right up until he misstepped. There was no correcting the misstep. The hilt of Al Owal's sword hit his midsection. The pain was excruciating but brief. David found himself once more on the mats of the training room looking up at his mentor.
Al Owal held out his hand and David didn't hesitate to take it. In that moment he knew his decision was already made.
Al Owal's POV
After the day spent training he did not see his initiate with a broken mind again. He knew that it was the man's decision to stay or go. It was he who put the idea out there. Still he hated to see such potential go to waste.
If Al Owal was honest with himself it was just that. He felt a pull to the omega. Something he at first just brushed aside. As the omega's mentor it wouldn't be appropriate.
As time passed however he realized he couldn't quite put it aside. He watched Al Sahim grow in a short time. The younger man was coming into himself.
The three days passed in relative quickness. Al Owal felt disappointment when he saw Al Sahim wasn't at breakfast.
As he passed by the initiate table he heard, "I heard the amnesiac wasn't in his bed this morning. None of the mentors have seen him today either. I bet he abandoned his duties."
He paused in his steps. It didn't go unnoticed by other members of the League. Many of them looked up from their plates.
He listened to the younger alpha, "I bet he couldn't take the heat. Everyone knows the only thing that an omega is good for is a good fuck."
There was shifting from the others members let him know he wasn't the only one who heard. The League took in all kinds of people. Men women. Alphas omegas. It didn't matter who you were just that you were willing to fight for what you believe in.
The alpha continued to dig a hole for himself, "Or maybe the Demon's Head killed him. Either way it's good riddance it's not like he would ever make it as assassin."
Al Owal snapped, "On your feet, initiate!"
The younger alpha was on his feet in the next second. His face paled significantly when he saw who it was.
Then his face hardened, "The little whore doesn't deserve to be here. He is an omega."
Al Owal growled, "Do you think you can take any omega? That they are all so weak that you can do as you please to them? Al Namar," he didn't even finish the call out before the omega appeared at his shoulder, "Do you take this challenge?"
Namar looked towards the door as if seeking permission before he growled, "I will. Initiate you will meet me in the south side training room in five minutes."
The young initiate's jaw set stubbornly as he left the room. When Al Owal turned he noticed the Demon's Head by the door. There was disapproval in his eyes but not towards Al Owal. It was on the initiate who earned the ire of most of the League.
Once the two fighters were gone Al Owal approached his liege. Ra's said as their gazes met, "Do you know what your initiate decided? I know a boat and one of our planes left in the night."
It would make tracking the other difficult. Still he didn't know for sure that Al Sahim left.
He answered short but respectfully, "I have not seen him, my liege. Do you think he left?"
Ra's replied coolly, "No one has seen him since you left him in the training room. He could have left in the night without a word. If he isn't here then he made his choice."
Al Owal bowed his head in respect. That was his dismissal. Find out if Al Sahim was still there. If not then they would continue as they had before. The hunt for Bourne would be renewed as Al Owal had time to look at it. If Al Sahim was still there then they would continue as before.