Chapter Six

"How am I going to get you out of those tight ass pants, girlllllllll?"

Pressing my bloody knuckles on my throbbing shoulder I hissed, "Not by hitting me in the freaking shoulder! Idiot."

"Calm down babe, it's my job," the tall man tilted his neck from side to side causing loud cracks to erupt at his action. He had barley even broken a sweat and the two of us had been training for hours.

I dodged a surprise punch that aimed towards my already swollen cheeks. Damn him for hitting me in the face. James never hit me in the face. I much preferred training with the feral man than stupid katana boy. Although Wade's training would be much more victorious in the end compared to James much more feminine respectable one in a real fight.

"Wade, I'm exhausted," I slumped over trying to steady my exasperated breaths. He didn't even allow me to get a drink of water; that's how serious he was taking this. "Please… let's take a break."

"No," Wade softly punched me in my already throbbing shoulder. Oh, I was ready to punch him in the face. "I'm trying to make sure that you're able to defend yourself hot stuff. I'm not going to be around to protect you all the time. Gotta make sure my girl can kick some ass."

"I swear if you punch me in the shoulder one more time I will kill you."

He giggled and hit me a bit harder in the same spot, "Punch."

My eyes turned into thin slits. With much more energy than I thought I had left in me I punched the man in the gut. He let out a cry of pain that made me satisfied, but the sudden beam was whipped from my face as he kicked his foot towards my ankle. Falling to the floor I caressed my bruised skin trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to break free.

"Ah, stop it!" I shouted angrily. "I don't want to fight anymore. I'm tired. Leave me alone Wade."

He frowned, "Look, I'm not trying to be an asshole but I don't want anyone taking advantage of you. If you can defend yourself against me I'm positive you'd even be able to take on Victor. And like, he can't die and stuff."

"Victor can't die?" resting back on my palms I stretched my feet in front of my twirling them around to make sure I was capable of moving.

"At least not easily," Wade informed bouncing from heel to heel anxiously. "He's been alive for a few hundred years. I thought James would have mentioned something."

"Well… we talked about him fighting in wars… I guess I just never really paid attention."

"Wade," I frowned as Victor stood in the doorway over our privatetraining with a snaky grin on his lips.

"What do you want pussy?"

Victor grunted, "Time for you to go on that little mission of yours."

Sighing, Wade faced me. He leant down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before swaying out of the room. He made sure he bumped hard into Victor as he passed him through the door.

"Stryker wants you now," the man's beady eyes followed me as I carefully moved past him into the hall...

"Good job Zoie," Stryker smirked coldly. I twisted my hands together behind my back as I watched him warily as he circled the large meteor I had summed up with my powers. It had exhausted me to no end. I felt ready to pass out from how much energy it had taken for me to do. "Sadly, you are no longer any use to me."

My heart started to pound hard against my chest.

"Victor," said Stryker. He stepped closer to the terrifying man and nodded at him sternly. Oh Wade, where are you? "You know what to do."

Before I had a chance to even try and run Victor stormed up to me and had his hand wrapped around my throat tightly. I choked against his hold. My hands instinctively moved to his grip to try and pry his fingers apart. I tried to focus enough energy to conjure something up, but I didn't have enough strength. Not even for a flower…

His hold released me and I collapsed to the floor gasping for breath. Victor sadistically laughed while he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and brought me on my feet. I wobbled dangerously close to falling when he gripped me around the waist and tossed me over his shoulder. He threw open the door and started walking with dangerously loud footsteps through the halls.

Victor opened up a door and tossed me on the floor inside. I struggled to crawl away, but he grabbed me by my leg. His nails dug into my shoulder twisting me onto my back causing me to cry out in pain. A deeper fear invaded me as he dragged a nail from the start of my tank to the bottom slicing it open exposing my bra.

"Hmm…" Victor murmured with a growing smile. "This is why they all like you so much."

Tears sprouted and I backed away from him desperately. He laughed as he stepped closer to me and bent down so that he was squatting in front of me. With a growl he latched his fingers on the edge of my shorts and yanked them off, how he did it was unknown to me, but he managed with his strength.

"I've been watching you," he said with a sly grin as his hand moved up my arm. His nail snapped the straps of each bra off and then he brought his finger to the center that held the bra in place over my breast. I slapped his hand away and in response he let out an angry roar and slapped my face. I spat blood on the floor the same moment my bra fell off my chest.

I replied shakily to his previous comment, "I've noticed."

"I can smell Wade all over you," Victor sneered as he rubbed his nose in my beck. Tears broke from my eyes as his revolting fingers snuck into my panties. His eerily long nailed finger slipped between the folds inside of me and I wanted to squirm, but was afraid it would cut me. "I fucking hate him. Ah, such sweet revenge…"

His tongue slithered onto my chest, "Sweet, sweet revenge. Maybe this will get him to shut up. Knowing that I fucked and then killed you."

"Victor please…" I bubbled through my tears as Victor's finger slid in and out at a faster pace. "What would James think?"

That was the wrong thing to say. His hand found my neck and he once again started to choke me, "Jimmy isn't here bitch."

My tears hit the hand that held my neck. His finger pumping inside me slid out and he tore off my underwear. I knew what I had to do. I had to calm down and concentrate. It wouldn't be easy, but it was the only way I'd be able to get out of this alive.

Closing my eyes I let out a shaky breath as Victor started to side down his pants. His member was forced inside of me and I cried out at the invasion. Damn him. Damn Wade. Damn this fucking place. I'd kill him. I'm going to kill Stryker if it's the last thing I do.

I could hardly tell what Victor was doing to my body as I focused all my energy. I felt the sensation running through my palms and I knew I was ready. With a shout I threw a hard punch at Victor's face, something I learned from James, and he distractedly flew off my body. With all the energy I could muster I created vines that surrounded Victor's entire body; it was the only thing I could do to keep him confined. It was my usual trick, but it worked nevertheless.

I tossed on my shorts and tank then casually walked up to Victor. Immediately my fist connected with his cheek. Then again, again, and again. He sat there laughing the entire time. I didn't care if he would heal I would fucking hurt him. It didn't matter to me if he'd never die. I wanted to torture the hell out of him. I let my knee connect with his prized jewels and he yelled out in pain.

"Fuck you," bringing my mouth to his ear I whispered the words menacingly then walked out of the room swiftly not bothering to look back.

Without looking back I left. I ran and ran until I found one of those military vehicles parked out front of the building with the keys still in the engine. One of the guys started shouting at me as I drove away, but I didn't stop. I ran through the gated area causing wood to shred. I just didn't care anymore.

Wade… eyes pooled around my eyes. Stryker had purposely sent him on a mission. He knew that he was going to kill me. Damn it. I couldn't go back there. I couldn't go back home. I couldn't… I didn't know where to go.