Starbound

Chapter one

-Allison-

"Come on! You can do better than that!" He yelled as I fell and tumbled straight to my ass. He is literally the biggest pain in anyone's ass I've ever met. Bret irritates everyone. I have never wanted to punch someone in the face more than I want to punch this dickhead. Dad chose him as my personal trainer, claiming I needed to 'regain my focus because something was distracting me'. What he doesn't know, my 'distraction' is the boyfriend I broke up with. And if he did know, he'd kill us both. Me, for dating him. Derek, because he's a demon. Yeah I dated a demon. In my defense, I didn't know Derek was a demon until we had been together for 3 weeks. Dad hadn't taught me anything about demons other than they're bad.

"Yeah? Well suck my ass, Bret." I scowl at him, rising to my feet. I flip him off and rush towards him. My arms catch around his waist and I slide my legs up, flipping my torso upright so I'm perched atop his shoulders holding his left arm up next to his head. I yank up, there's a sharp, distinctive popping sound as Bret groans in pain. He's really pissed me off, so I lean backwards, tipping him backwards as well as off balanced so he falls while I backflip and land perfectly crouched on my feet. I cartwheel over to him and slide my left leg under his throat, my right above, and apply pressure. He's wheezing, weakly clawing at my leg, desperately trying to free himself. He thinks I'm going to kill him. Good. I examine my nails boredly, to express my lack of interest in the man trapped between my legs.

Hm. I need to get a touch up on my nails. Guess I'll do this after. He won't be getting up for a while.

Speaking of, Bret falls slack between my knees, his lame attempts to free himself from his 'prison'. I release his head and rise from the ground.

"What the fuck did you do to him Allison Jefferies." My father hollers at me from the other side of the room.

"You said I was distracted father. Do I look distracted to you?" I spin on my heel and walk out of the room, leaving dad dumbfounded.

"Our weapons specialist, Ironhide.
You feelin' lucky, punk?
Easy, Ironhide." My phone calls from my pocket. The caller ID shocks me.

"H-hello?" I clear my throat and try again. "Hello." Better.

"It's time. Come over. QUICK!" The other end squeaks then flatlines.

Ugh. I mentally groan. Dad knows when I'll be home, I do this all the time, he's grown tired of trying to stop me. Walking into my room, I start peeling my training clothes off my body. It's always a fight to get the water at the perfect temperature, but oddly not today. I step in, and wash quickly.

Slipping into the black dress and combat boots I chose, I wing my black liner and swipe my two favorite mascaras onto my lashes along with a gold tinted red lipstick and leave.