Revenge Of The Hunter

Fed Up

My back hit the wall causing me to let out a soft groan as I wrapped my legs around his waist just a bit tighter. His lips on my neck, as his hands slid down my sides, nails digging into the flesh on my hips while his tongue continued it's pleasurable assault. I let out a soft moan, gripping the strands of hair on his head, pushing his face closer to my neck as I moved my hips against him, needing some friction.

"Someone's getting impatient." He whispered into my ear before tugging my lobe hard, causing me to let out a gasp  from the slight pain. His head moved to face me now, blue eyes staring at me with a sly smile on his face.

My eyes snapped open and I let out a gasp, sitting up in the bunk. I stared into the darkness, confused and disoriented for a moment as my heart began to settle. I blinked a few times, rubbing my face as I tore the wool blanket away from my sweat soaked body and hugged my legs.

I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a memory, but his eyes burned into my head. I saw those eyes before. The other day at training. They belonged to Braxton, whoever he was. I hadn't seen him again after Walsh ordered him out. She had looked so furious, as if he wasn't suppose to be outside or among us. An order was disobeyed, and by the look she gave L, it seemed he was the reason for it.

I swallowed hard and laid back down. This was the first time I felt anything like this. Aside from that training day, the moment my back hit the wall, it felt as if I was in that dream. I knew just from the feeling I had, it wasn't a dream - It was a memory coming back to me.

Once 6am hit, the metal door to my cell opened, allowing me to roam free, though there was two guards standing on both sides of the hall. Everyday. I was free to roam around, however always at least one guard followed closely behind.

I walked down to the bathrooms to shower, feeling the sweat still clinging to my skin after that memory rushed back to me. It still lingered in my head, but I willed it away. I've been told some agents here have the ability to read minds, or as they call them, Mentalists. They keep them near by, especially in interrogations or meetings to make sure people were telling the truth or wasn't hiding anything.

I showered quickly as other's came in to do the same. I quickly got dressed and continued my way to the cafeteria for breakfast before my therapy session. Oatmeal and fruit was provided today along with some toast. I grabbed some orange juice and took a seat at the table. I began to open the spork to dig into the soggy oatmeal when I felt like everything around me stilled. I blinked a few times, looking around me, and in fact everything did. Other agents that were eating were frozen in mid word or chewing.  It was as if someone pressed the pause button on reality.

"The fuck?" I whispered as I turned back and looked at the blonde woman that sat across from me. She began laughing and tossed a blueberry at another man that popped up from next to her. He caught it with his mouth, a smile on his face.

"Are you going to eat that?" A low voice asked from next to me.

I turned my head to see Braxton, pointing to my plate with a raised brow. My eyes widened. Gone was the homeless look he sported days ago. Instead he was cleaned up, short hair, a bit of stubble on his face - a face that looked younger. His steel blue eyes pierced into me before he grabbed the apple that was on my tray and took a bite.  I dragged my eyes away from him and onto the tray that had different food on it. Replacing the oatmeal and toast was cereal and a yogurt that were both half eaten. I looked back at Braxton as he chewed on the apple, still looking at me.

"Who are you?" I asked.

A smirk on his lips with a wink was the only answer I got before the silence around me stopped, voices came back into my ears. I blinked and he was gone. Vanished into thin air. I looked back at where the blonde and the other man sat, but they were gone as well. My tray was back to the oatmeal and toast. As I looked around me, everyone was back to normal, as if someone pressed the start button.