Heathen Series - Changed

Chapter 28

Raphael's Pov...

I sat on a beam observing the training that took place below me. I had my eyes on each individual memorizing their movements, skills and unique fighting styles. If I was going to survive, I would have to be able to read them as if they were a part of my own body. I had my work cut out for me.

After a few missions of my own, I gained a bit of the General's trust and no longer had guards around me 24/7. I completed my missions successfully just like the rest of my team and came home each time as to not be suspicious. I had also grown a little closer to my team. None of us had any choice in our changes and were all blind sighted to say the least. It is worse than I would have thought.

It was nearly time for our "special training" - the Killing Phase – which was actually just the exterminating of any unsuccessful experiment of both human and animal creatures alike; something we really looked forward to.
Just as I was about to jump down, the General stormed in with such force that the doors nearly exploded out of its hinges. We could all feel the rage that radiated off of him. It was truly something that could burn a hole in the sun itself if it had the choice. His face was redder than the apple I had in my hands, and it looked like he was about to explode.

He looked around while they all kept their eyes on him; I could sense that he was searching for me. Somehow, I am the only one that manages to calm him in a way. It creeped me out but if it meant that he didn't explode on any of us like he did the last time, it was worth it. I could sense he wanted something more from me, but I refuse to do so.

'Why me?'

General's Pov..

"Attention!" 

Where is she? I needed to see her.

I found her.

Raphael sat still with the apple in her hand and a bored expression on her face. She was definitely not interested in what I had to say while I was in my current emotional state. She took a bite of her apple and watched attentively as the group walked – strolled – into a straight line that would make mathematicians cry with envy; they clearly were not in the mood for my dramatics.

Too bad.

I paced up and down their line and looked like a ticking time bomb; hand designed by the devil himself.

She was here. I could smell her. I knew where she sat every time but didn't want to take it from her again and force her to find a new spot that I would have to look for again. Rather let her think that I can't see her.

I wanted her, and it took everything I had in me to stop me from finding her and taking her right then and there. Burying myself balls deep into her tight little hole.

'Not yet. Breathe. Not yet.' 

"Where is Raphael?!" 

The group remained silent. I could sense that they were getting irritated with my temper, and I took note that they had more time to bond and clearly had no intention of giving up anyone to me in this current mood.
Even Temptress looked away, more out of jealousy than anything else. I knew what she was thinking. She was the my Right-Hand, not Raphael but she kept quiet none-the-less.

***

They knew her habits and how she enjoyed sitting and walking atop the beams of the ceiling, her place. They never questioned it and respected it as her special space; they each had their own "quirk" and wouldn't like others judging or criticizing it. They all had one place that they went to together to get away and to pretend to be normal and be happy in a way – all except Temptress who was not interested in that place and spent most of her time with me or training to perfect her own style.