Not Like The Others

Chapter Eleven- Training

I am feeling ridiculously spontaneous, so this chapter just had to come up, it was screaming to be updated. Your welcome :)

Mel POV

After the toss up between a smoothie and a fry up for breakfast, I ate then grabbed my gear a pear and started strolling towards the training gym for my morning training. Today would be interesting, apparently I was getting a new trainer after my little episodes with Steeve and Chuck. He was the best of the best, training the top hunters and making them into the worlds best hunter assassins.

Today would also be my first training with my real brain back and I was slightly nervous. All my other trainings were a blur, I just absorbed it all, and fought completely from instinct. I almost had no self restraint, letting my shifter side take over, so it would be interesting to see what I would do with my brain and self restraint back.

The last four months had taken effect though, me and my shifter sides were closer and I was certainly in more control from when I had first shifted.

As I came to the hallway on my way to the gym, I started coming across more people who were also getting up and doing various jobs and errands. They all seemed terrified of me, completely moving to the other side of the hallway, and respectfully ducking their heads down at the floor. I kept on walking, but my mind was reeling. What had I done to make them so scared?

I never really realized how malicious I had been, I mean I got most of my memories back, but there were a couple of blank spaces and blurry bits in my memory. A couple of times an action or object would set off a memory that I hadn't recovered and it would never fail to shock me.

A small man of about fourty passed me, shrinking into the wall and almost folding in on himself with sheer terror in my presence. I frowned as I passed him, and was about to say something when my eyesight blurred; I was getting another flashback.

It was about a month ago, I had just finished training and was on my way to take a shower in the lab, when a slim man of about fourty tripped over his feet and fell into my path. I could feel my anger and disgust, it was me thinking this, and I remember it now, but looking back I feel as if I was watching someone else. I genuinely felt horrified at this man that had gotten in the way of my path. How dare he step in my way? I slung my towel over my shoulder, and bent over to the man, my thoughts entirely laced with violence. I grabbed the scruff of his shirt and lifted him up onto the wall by his neck, squeezing it tight, so almost no air got out. All sounds and chatter dissipated as the other employees saw what was going on.

It was just me and him.

"How dare you?" I said quietly, scarily calm. He was on dangerous ground and he knew it, his eyes were huge orbs of terror and had a light sheen of nervous sweat on his forehead. "I-I am rre-really s-ssorry." He stuttered, trying to talk through my lethal chokehold.

"What's your name?" I asked, staring at him with an emotionless face, loosening the hold in him slightly so he could talk.

"Sa- Samuel, Samuel Squires, miss." He said, looking down at his dirty shoes, which were dangling a few inches off the ground.

"Well, Mr. Squires, I think you better watch your step. Next time you won't be so lucky." I said, dropping him to the floor. He lay there for a couple of seconds in a crumpled heap, and then jumped up and scurried backwards into the wall in his haste.

I stared at him and he withered under my scrutiny. I looked up at the audience I had created and blinked, pushing my eyes to shift. They transferred effortlessly, my pupils shifting and contracting with the light. I could now see so much clearer, little details that couldn't of been seen with my advanced, but human eyes. My pupils were now slanted sideways, like a cats. I ran my teeth over my canines, making them partially shift too. I felt them shift, growing to produce fangs, razor sharp points made for ripping flesh. Or to terrify, in my situation.