Revenge Of The Hunter

Mischief

"Welcome to Project X, Ms. Callahan." 

I glared up at the blonde headed woman as I got tugged down the hallway by cuffed chains along my hands and feet.

"You're officially a United States Marine. Here you will be trained to become a soldier, one of the best this country has, to protect and serve it's citizens and allies overseas." 

I curled my lip at her as the words registered in my head. "Fuck you, I never signed up -"

The pain stung across my face as her hand collided with my cheek, slapping me hard. 

"You will not speak unless you're told to."

I clenched my jaw tightly as she rose her eyebrow, staring defiantly at me. My eyes dragged along her small frame, eyeing the buttoned blouse and pencil skirt she wore. Her feet cladded in high heels that made noise as she began to walk once more.

"You will do what you're told with no questions asked." 

I snorted loudly, causing her to pause and turn back around.

"Do you have a problem with that?" She asked innocently.

"You bet the fuck I do." I stepped closer to her intimidatingly, making the guards behind me yank me back by the chains around me as if I was a pitbull on a leash.

"Make no mistake, Arabella Callahan, you're going to be here wether you like it or not. I suggest you make this easy on yourself and behave otherwise your actions have consequences that I think you will not like."

"You sound like my father." I retorted, finding the similarities in her tone.

A coy smile appeared on her face before quickly disappearing. "Good." 

I opened my eyes as the pain subsided enough for me to catch my breath and stand up straight. I leaned against the wall that I caught myself with as the memory of Walsh and I meeting for the first time hit me out of nowhere. 

I cursed to myself at the pain, rubbing my temples slightly before looking both ways of the dark halls. I swallowed hard and pushed myself off the wall and continued my way down, the gun I had took from the guard pointing outward. I didn't know what was going on, or why the alarm was activated, so right now everyone was a threat to me.

I turned down the corner, coming face to face with a guard who pointed his weapon at me as I him. We stared each other down for a second before a surge of pain hit me again.

"You look tired." I mumbled.

"I'm fucking exhausted. Been awake for three days."

"Why?" I scrunched my eyebrows together.

 "I was afraid if I feel asleep, your heart would stop again." His blue eyes glanced down to my chest, which made my heart beat harder.

"Well it's not stopping any time soon, so go get some sleep." 

He glanced up at me with a raised brow. "Nice change of subject."

"I told you I can't just run away."

"Now you can. You're no longer working for them. You're now a government fugitive."

"I was always a government fugitive, Aiden. I'm also classified as deceased going on.." I started to count on my fingers. "Eleven years now?"

"Hmm.. I'm Twelve. Beat that."

"I actually died." I countered.

His face fell. "That's not funny."