Not Like The Others

Chapter Eight- Mark

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Mark POV

At exactly 6.30am my alarm awakened, screeching its usual ear-splitting beep. I bolted out of bed, whacking it with too much enthusiasm considering the time, and collapsed back into the warm arms of my duvet.

I lay there for a few minutes, trying to will myself out of the comfiness of my bed, but I was having no success, as usual. I hated early mornings with a passion, but hated trainings even more, so the two of them together resulted in a permanent scowl on my face till at least midday.

After a few more moments I managed to get up and pad quietly over to the bathroom to get ready. I missed the encasing warmth already. I took a piss and changed into my training gear, grumbling under my breath the whole time. "Stupid fucking alarm, woke me up at six fucking thirty in the morning, holy shit, fuck my life this is awful, fucking hell." I was such a joy to be with in the morning.

I grabbed a banana and started off towards the training gym, nodding at the guards and scientists who respectfully bowed as they passed me. They all knew who my dad was, and what he was capable of, so they walked around me like they were standing on broken glass, scared of every move they made in front of me. Little did they know, I was nothing like him and his cruel ways so they had nothing to worry about.

I slowed down my pace as I passed the first, smaller training gym, peering inside to see who was inside. I saw various trainers and a a couple of guards, but not her. She wasn't there today. My scowl unconsciously deepened and I sighed before walking away to the other gym.

She was the only one who could make my mornings any better. She was an utter goddess, with her stunning legs and gorgeous face, but she wasn't just all looks, she had the fierceness and determination that would rival anyone. I loved her sarcasm, coldness and haughty ways, she let no one in and she fought without mercy. She was an amazing fighter to watch, with her gracefulness and speed, her talent made everyone jealous, even the most skilled fighters.

She was what everyone was talking about, Lovac's beautiful, new creation. Everyone called her 'jedan bez milosti', meaning the 'one without mercy' in Croatian. It was adopted from Lovac, the Croatian himself. He was overheard calling her that, and then it spread like wildfire, everyone knew her by that or her actual name, Mel.

All the girls, what ones were here, were all jealous over her stunning looks and the attention she was unintentionally stealing from the guys, but they were also secretly in terrified and in awe of her.

All the guys were swooning over her, trying to capture her attention and impress her with their good looks or bulging muscles, but she completely ignored them, taking no notice of their desperate acts to try and sweep her into their arms. She was too smart for that.

One trainer got so up in her face and wouldn't leave her alone, so she pretended to be smitten with his attention and she smiled and flirted her way into his relaxed arms then she pounced, kicking him in the guts and nearly strangling him to death, until he promised to fuck off and leave her alone. It was quite a show, and the poor guy was completely embarrassed and walked around with bruises on his neck for days. For weeks afterwards, no one tried anything on her, scared that they would be shamed out like the 'guy whom Mel strangled'.

I was glad that she didn't pay any attention to any of them, even if that included ignoring me as well.

I shook her from my mind and opened the door to the bigger, two story training gym. It had the most up to date, expensive equipment there was and it was filled with other bits and bobs like air con, blackout shutters, emergency supply cupboards, virtual training bots, a weights gym and gas vents, just in case of intruders or emergencies.