Her Story (WARNING IN DESCRIPTION)

Chapter 8: Battle Number 2, Great

(A/N: Now I know I haven't apologized for a while but that's cause I did warn you. Now this time I am this time because I actually have a reason. 1) I have had almost no free time whatsoever for a long time. 2) I haven't felt like writing cause I have been sick and couldn't think properly. (I'm still suffering a bit from dizziness but I'm okay enough to update.) 3) I have been trying to get ready for a piano competition where I have to memorized 8 piano songs, 6 scales and cadences, and have to transpose one price of music in front of one judge on May 29th. 4) I've been studying for exams which really suck.
Again, I'm sorry for all the waits. Maybe during summer I can pick up the pace.)

"Hey. Wake up, Honey," I heard a voice say. Though I was still half asleep, I could almost make out who's voice that was, and when I opened my eyes to see, I was right.

"Honey?" I asked the Hunter.

"Just trying to wake you up like my mom always did me." She shrugged.

"Why do I need to get up?" My voice sounded a little whiny but I hope she didn't notice.

"You need to learn." She winked at me as if that would clear everything up. She was wrong.

"Learn? Learn what?"

"Train! Someone has to train you!" She burst out laughing as if that was the funniest thing she had ever heard. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, just go down there. She'll explain everything better." This time she pointed at the floor. I had no idea who she was, but I had a good feeling I was about to find out.

I dropped down from the edge after walking out of my room and there stood the assassin with whatever weapons you can think of: knives, bow and arrows, guns, and even a mace. There was so much more than that though. Too many to name.

"Choose," she said.

"What?"

"Didn't the Hunter tell you? We're training so choose what you want to be taught to use. There's guns like Max. Bows and arrows like Delgado. The mace like Juan. Whatever you want." I glanced down at the weapons. Just seeing the bow and arrows sent a shiver down my back. Delgado really freaks me out more than anyone I've met so far. The gun doesn't feel right. That's Max and I can't take that away from him. A mace is not my style. I can already use knives up to a substantial level. I don't do swords. I guess I could try the bow.

"The bow," I tell her. She looks at me surprised. It doesn't take her long to push the look away.

"Trying out Delgado's way I see." She smiles and shows me how to load the arrow and the position you need to take. After that, came how to aim and fire. This is also the part I sucked at. I took aim at the tree. I missed it by at least three feet.

"It's an okay start. Just try again," she reassured me. I nodded and tried again. This time I got a bit closer. By maybe a foot. I did that about 4 times before I actually hit the tree. Finally, I got the hang of it and the Assassin said I could take a break. I'm sat by the tree I was shooting at and the Assassin jumper back up to the house. I'm still not sure what to calle it exactly. I was starving so I walked a little deeper into the forest to find some apples or something. I found an apple tree nearby and pulled a few off. Knowing I might need them later, I stuffed them in my sweatshirt pocket.

As I was heading back to my temporary home, I heard a commotion come from that direction. I sprinted off towards the treehouse only to find it was surrounded by Alpha's soldiers. I push through them to get to the Hunter, who has now traded her fun personality for a violent I'm-ready-to-kill-all-of-you look. The Assassin looked as dark as usual, and the Psycho was just, well, the Psycho. Together, they looked like one bad butt crew.

I walked over to them. The Hunter glanced down at me and for the first time ever, I felt like I had a mother.

Flashback:
"Caleb! I can't...breathe," I yelled at my brother. I was gasping for air as her tickled me in our front yard. It was the time of year when the flowers were so beautiful with their many colors.

"Too bad. It would be really pathetic if this is how died." He stopped tickling me to think about his 'amazing' idea. "I should make that happen." And with that he threw himself on my hitting all my weakest spots. I couldn't breathe at all.

"Caleb!! Stop!" I couldn't quit laughing and squirming.

He paused finally and announced, "I'm starving. You want some food?" I with a quick nod of my head, because I was still out of breath, we ran inside. My mom was leaning on the counter.

"And what do you two think you're doing in the kitchen looking like that?" she yelled. It wasn't motherly love. It was the tone that said if you don't listen you will pay the price and it won't be pretty. Even Caleb cowered from her. "Go clean yourself up, Cassia!" I ran off up the stairs leaving Caleb behind. I only stopped when I got to the top of the stairs and watch Ed the scene unfold before me.

"What were you thinking, letting her get all dirty?! You were just going to let her get all that dirt in the kitchen?!" He didnt respond. My mother drew back her hand and slapped him. "Answer me boy!" She was the only one who could make my brother look like a boy again. He always seemed to be the only adult around her. My mom acted like she couldn't handle herself and my dad was never around to be an adult. My sister and I were just kids.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for anything to get dirty. Please don't slap me again," he tried to plead.

"Don't make me seem weak!" she screeched. She dished out a slap hard enough to knock him to the ground. At that moment I got enough courage to walk out and confront her.

"To do that to a kid is something no mother of mine would ever do. How can you even be related to me? How can you be my mother? I hate the way you treat us! I hate you!" My words carried sting. I could tell they hurt my mother. From that day one she seemed kinder. More broken than ever but still more of a mother. She wasn't perfect but she worked. She was all I had.
(Flashback over)

I was overwhelmed with the memories flooding back. The Hunter seemed so sweet and, from what I could tell, had a good mother to take care of her. I hope she carries those same qualities.

"Go," she whispered in my ear. "Run. You aren't prepared to fight in a battle yet. Just go. Get out of here."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Maybe but don't count on it." She winked at me and then took me into a hug while still watching her "prey". When she lets go, I dash off through the soldiers line and head off into the woods. When I get a good distance away but not too far, I stop and climb to the very top of the tree. When I turn around to see if I can still see the battle, all I find is an empty field where the fight once was. I can't dwell on the fact that my new kind of family might be dead. I have to keep going. I have to. For Max.

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This chapter has been dedicated to BackyardPhsycho because she was the first person that I don't know personally to ever call me story great. Thank you so much! Bye guys!!!