Chapter 7

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by Arxaris

by Arxaris

HUNTER'S P.O.V

" No! I don't want to train anymore!"

"You will do as I say! Now don't want to get shot? MOVE FAST!"

" But -"

" A soldier follows orders nothing more nothing less!"

I moved to dodge the bullet, but not fast enough. It lodged in my shoulder and I cried out in pain. Crimson blood trickled dow my arm as I lay there, with tears of pain and hatred rolled down my cheeks.

" Get up!"

I didn't budge.

"Get up NOW!"

"....."

My sight filled with black splotches as blood flowed freely from my wound. Any form of movement I tried to make, my body won't allow me too. Once my mentor realized this he growled and moved closer towards me. He was ready to either force me to get up or if he wanted to kill me. He made one swift movement landing a hard blow to my side as I screamed.

I sat up railroad straight as my nightmare subsided. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I reached under my pillow for my - very trusty, never miss, good luck - knife and armed my self.

"האנטר? אתה בסדר?" Ima said in her native tongue. ("Hunter? Are you okay? ")

"אני בסדר, אמא. רק חלום רע" I replied. ("I'm fine, Mom. Just a bad dream")

I laid back down and stared at the ceiling. What am I really scared of? I have never felt scared when my mother was around. Only when she left I would cry myself to sleep. My grandfather said crying is a sign of weakness. I believed it and I am pretty sure Ima did too. But she joined Mossad voluntarily, I am in it against my will. There are many ways to get out.

My mind started wonder else where. Then something clicked. Who I really am. A tiny voice inside my head spoke.

"Admit it. You are weak. You are disgrace too your family!"

I shook the thought out of my head. But what if it is true? Does my mother care about me as much as I think she does?

(NEXT DAY - DAY OFF)

0700 HOURS

I groaned as unwelcomed sunlight entered my room. I looked at the clock. Atleast I got 5 hours sleep. I looked towards the window only to see my mother standing there. I stretched and got off my bed.

"Boker Tov, Ima," I said.

"Boker tov, tateleh," she replied.

I went to change. I locked my bathroom door at did the usual routine. Bathe, Brush my teeth, brush my hair and all that jazz. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while though and began to wonder. I look exactly like my mother except my eyes. They're green not chocolate brown. It makes me wonder who my father is.

A/N: GUESS WHO HER ABBA IS!!!!!!! IS TONY OR MCGEE OR NONE OF THE ABOVE?!