Revenge Of The Hunter

Hello

I followed the light that shined bright in my eyes. Back and forth, back and forth. Then the light was gone, leaving me to take in the doctor's face as he examined me.

"What's your name?" He asked, eyeing me carefully.

My name. Something I still wasn't so sure of, even after a month. 

"Arabella Callahan." I replied, much like I did every time they asked me each week.

"You don't sound so sure of yourself."

I didn't reply with anything, because he was right.  I woke up without remembering anything. Not my name, who I was, or even where I was. I was just reciting what they had told me and went on from that.

I felt foreign in my own mind and body.

"How do you feel?" He asked, writing something down in my chart.

"Physically or mentally?" I questioned.

"Both."

I bit my lower lip in thought. "Physically I feel strong, powerful. Mentally I'm -" I paused in thought. My mental health was all over the place. "Confused, unsure, but calm."

"Calm?"

I nodded, making him raise a brow.  

"All those feelings are natural. You went through a lot during your last mission, Agent Callahan. You died and lost everything. It's okay to feel confused, as you're trying to piece together the missing puzzle pieces of your mind."

I clenched my jaw, looking away from him now. He was older, almost going bald but he had a kind face. I've been in his office steadily since I woke up.

"Has anything come back yet?" He asked, continuing to jot something down on the piece of paper.

"No." I said simply with a quick shake of my head. 

I have been trying. Staying up for hours after lights out to try and remember something on my own, something that made sense, aside from what they fed me.

"Okay. Let's keep trying on that." He put on a hopeful smile and placed my chart back on the counter. "It's time for your training session."

***

The one thing I looked forward to was sparring. I had a few regulars that I worked with, so far L was my favorite. Not to mention he was easy on the eyes with gorgeous green eyes, he seemed to be the only person who didn't fear me or go down easy within a few simple moves. He has continuously kicked my ass since the beginning though. 

The guards escorted me to the outside fields where various equipment laid, from weight lifting, punching bags and even a sparring ring. On the other side of the gate was the shooting range. I've only been to that once so far. 

Before I could even think about what to do first, the air behind me cracked. I turned around quickly, grabbing the object that was flying towards my head in an easy grip between my fingers and glanced at it. A metal sparring stick. 

I swung it between my fingers easily as I looked up at the redheaded male smirking at me. He swung his own stick towards me and I quickly blocked him.  He took his away and went for another strike, but I quickly hit his in mid swing with my own before turning myself around and reach for his stick with my free hand while sending my elbow to the side of his face. He quickly blocked my strike on his face with his free hand and placed me in a choke hold, my back to his front. Before I gave him time to react, I swung his body over my right shoulder, sending him into the dirt at my feet and took a step back, making him laugh.