It was hard getting ready with one damaged hand, but Zee being the type of person she is, helped me with everything. The pain was slowly subsiding and the pain killers seemed to be doing their job well enough.   The soft fabric clung tightly to my skin, I guess they didn't wear anything loose-fitting. Tight black athletic wear pants and a sleeveless top. It looked relatively normal, nothing overly fancy like yesterday, for that I was grateful.   Veronica insisted on wearing makeup and edged on forcing me to, when it was clear that at least for now nothing particle-filled will be even touching my face she dropped the subject. We were about to 'train', that meant physical activity, right? Wouldn't she just sweat the makeup off? Or was it so easy for her that she didn't even break a sweat? But weren't they forbidden to wear makeup or were those rules just a 'guideline' meant to be there but not meant to be fully followed?  

Chapter six   "Here. " Elijah said, handing me a pack of cold, frozen peas without hesitation I took it pressing in it quickly onto the nape of my neck, the pain sizzled out and I finally let out the breath I was involuntarily holding. "I'm guessing you need it." He chuckled the deep sound vibrating in the spacey room. Veronica was undoubtedly right, that was the three most gruesome hours of my being. But I learned a few things, how to hold the Blocking Position and how to execute a few oncoming attacks. Isaiah, though strict taught exceptionally well that I couldn't fault him on that.   "Alexis," He spoke, I felt myself looking up at him, it must have been something in his voice that grabbed my attention but I couldn't figure out what, " You did good today." His green eyes concentrated on mine, suppressing down the lump in my throat, smiling, I answered back.   "Thank you."   His bold eyebrows scrun

"Veronica that's enough!" Zee's voice boomed through the room silencing even Veronica. Her chocolate eyes turned a shade darker. I've never seen her like this, I've never seen her so, well so angry. I instantly hated myself for turning her this way, this was my fault, all my fault. I should never have ran away, I should never have gone into the woods, that way me and Isaiah would never have met and our destiny could be rewritten. "You know better than to attack someone when they clearly aren't in the right space to defend themselves. Don't lose the morals that were instilled in us." This time her voice held all the authority, I could tell no one expected this from her, not even Jordon. "Veronica. Sit. Down. Or. Leave." Each word, each pause emphasized, neither girls were backing down, Zee held her ground equally as Veronica did, "Okay. Then leave. Now." It was clear by the tone of her voice her command held no room for argument.   Her eyes flickered onto each in

He was injured, badly too. Without losing a second, me and Zee went to either side of him draping each arm over our shoulders, his eyes rolled to the back of his head before his head fell back.   This wasn't good.   Shouting in the distance, still firing, "Keep going! Training Room!" Isaiah yelled.   Managing his body weight the best way we could and as fast as we possibly could, we made our way towards the flaming crimson door.   Closer.   Closer.   Zee kicked it open, the abnormal amount of force tearing it off its hinges. Just then, loud, numerous thundering footsteps came into the half exploded complex. They were here.   Isaiah arrived in front of us, hastily leading us towards the far side of the room, just away from their view. It bought us time. Just how long though?   Elijah was becoming increasingly heavy to

Suddenly Zee walked into the room, I could see in her eyes evident shock of the close position that me and Isaiah were currently in, I pulled back abruptly but he made no just movement in fact he looked slightly irritated that there was an interruption, he turned his eyes falling on Zee, his face instantly stomped out any previous annoyance.   Despite her visible injuries, she was still looking a lot better than I did. Her hair flowed freely around her shoulders, she was wearing similar attire to mine. Her beauty still present. But everything else clearly not, a permanent frown etched onto her face which was completely different from normal, happy smiling Zee and I despised seeing her like that.   Her voice came out hard, blunt but not an octave higher or lower from how she usually sounded, "Isaiah, are you ready to go?"   His eyes burned into mine, asking if he should go or if he should stay, all I could give him was a