Not Like The Others

Chapter Ninteen- Confession

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Brad POV




The silence was utterly deafening.



You could hear a pin drop, it was honestly so quiet, her face, so blank, I had no idea whatsoever as to what she was thinking.


Say something, I begged silently with my eyes, knowing that if I made a move she would flee, now skittish of my presence.



"What?" She said finally, wearily, her eyes dragging up to mine.

My hazel eyes met with her shocking green ones, noticing that her real self was out, she wasn't hiding at all.



"What do you want from me Brad?" She said quietly, shifting slightly, leaning closer to me to pull out her knife. I knew it was a move purely for comfort, because it was something I did a lot myself.

I watched her as she rolled her knife over and over in her hands, the icy blue gems glittering beautifully, such dangerous beauty that was not to messed with.



What did I want from her?



A million thoughts raced through my head, before a strong instinct pushed through and I opened my mouth, words forming and tumbling out my mouth before I had a chance to even stop them.


"I want help you."


The calm rolling motion of her knife froze and she looked up, the weary look now gone, replaced by something else, something far more dangerous.


Dammit Brad, you should've kept your stupid trap shut! I mentally punched myself.


She scoffed, looking very dangerous, "Now why on earth would you want to do that?"

I almost gulped nervously, but forced myself not to, just, keeping my eyes glued to hers.

I opened my mouth, but before I had the chance to reply she had spoken again; "And why the hell would you even think I need help?" Her voice had risen, her emerald eyes now a shade darker. The walls were now up, her defences strong, nothing was going to get past and into her mind now. I was going to be left clueless..hanging, still.


I sighed, trying to figure out what I was going to do next, looking heavenward, I knew this wasn't going to be easy, so why did I expect it to be deep down?


I ignored both her questions, deciding to skip right to the chase. Cut all the crap, Brad otherwise you'll never get to it.

"You're not brainwashed anymore." I stated casually, deciding tension was overrated and if I could be relaxed then hopefully she could too.


Her face didn't change, but I thought I saw a glimpse of something flicker in her eyes, but she blinked, and it was gone in a microsecond.


She didn't move for a full three seconds, not muscle, but then her right forearm twitched and she pounced, tackling me to the ground, her face only inches from mine. I let her knife push into my neck, drawing a line of blood as I lay completely motionless to her surrender, she needed to work off her anger.


She could scream and shout, throw me around, I didn't care, as long as I got some answers out of her and she didn't kill me. After the successful mission last week, Lovac had granted us two, his most 'highest ranked and honoured warriors' some time out of the compound alone, to spend time to 'fight' together and 'hone our skills' after such a successful mission of scouting together. He was so chuffed, he wanted us to spend as much time together to enhance our relationship and teamwork, he was even being mildly reckless about it. Mark was not impressed to say the least, but I didn't give a shit, we already hated each other, and he was a dick, I knew Mel was just using him to get out of here anyway...well I hoped.




"Explain, NOW." She demanded, green eyes glittering.






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Mel POV




My mind was in complete overdrive, with a million thoughts racing through. I was trying to control keeping my emotions off my face, the fact that my whole body was shaking with I didn't even what emotions and the fact that I was on top of Brad and I had my knife to is neck. If I wanted answers from him I had to not kill him.


How did he find out!? My body raged to myself, my shifter side absolutely furious, pushing to come through and take off, wanting to exhume all of my anger. What the hell did you do?! You have totally screwed up! now he's gonna tell Lovac and everyone's gonna die, something wailed inside of me.



Brad was just lying there, calm and still, waiting for my next move. I blinked, unable to help my eyes shifting, I was just so angry, I just wanted to shift completely, my Panther was just below the surface. It made me even more angry that he wasn't even fighting back, sparking me to speak out;

"Explain, NOW." I growled out, feeling my canines peaking out.

I wanted to rip him to shreds and throw him around, that would ensure that at least one person who knew I wasn't brainwashed was permanently shut up, but my human side was coming through and pushing it down and calling time out and for calm, that violence would do no good, he's your friend, I reminded myself, do not kill him, do not break him, do not torture him.

He took a wee breath and gave me a small, sympathetic smile. "I believe it's you that actually has some explaining to do, but I see that I'm not in the position to argue, so ill just go right ahead." He said, letting out a little chuckle.


"It all started with you when you got your knife." He said and I felt myself frown, confused.

He saw my face, but carried on; "Oh and stealing paperclips? Come on, I saw that." He winked, and I slacked the grip on his neck a bit, surprised and amused he saw me, I thought I was actually pretty sly about that.

"And how did you know you weren't an only child?" he said quietly, making my blood run cold and face fall.

All other things running through my mind came to a complete halt as the memory of my little sister came momentarily flooding in.


I squashed the memory like a small insignificant bug underfoot, but we both knew it was way more than that. If I let myself dwell into the past, then I never get out of it. I was never going back there, so there was no use in going back down memory lane.


"You screwed up." He said quietly, but not judgingly and it sunk in, other day, in the meeting room, I was so high, euphoric on the fact that I was going to get out, see the forest, feel the undergrowth on my feet and the wind in my hair, that I let the fact that I knew I had a little sister slip out of my mouth.



"Shit."


Who else knows? I wondered, and he read my face, which was now open with emotions.

"I have no idea, but you, we" he quickly corrected himself, getting a strange look from me, "need to keep our eyes very open and alert, and watch our backs, because anyone could know."


"We." I said, bluntly, blankly. It was not a question.


"Yes. Of course. I'm in this with you. together, we're gonna get out of this place, the girls included. And we need to hurry, the sooner the better." His face ernest and hopeful.


At his words I kicked straight back into action again, my feelings and intentions of violence now clear again in my mind. I gripped him tighter and my knife was pushed to his throat with the same pressure as before, sparking surprise in his eyes, making him wonder what he had just said for him to have bought on my anger again.


A feline growl rose again from my throat, but my now human eyes remained unshifted, just a shade of more darker green than usual as I scrutinuzed his open, honest looking face, searching for any clues that might jump out at me. Why the hell would he do this for me, for us?! They're had to be a reason.. an ulterior motive. He didn't want love me and he didn't seem to need me as a pawn, so what did he want? No one just does things like this out of the blue, they're is always a something...




And then it clicked, like the last piece in a jigsaw, and I saw it all perfectly, as clear as a sunny day, and I wanted to cry, because I don't know how, after everything I had been through, I was so naïve to think that I was the only one to have been through the cruelties from the hands of Lovac.


He saw understanding in my eyes and he gulped, but I was too far gone, thinking about other things, things that someone my age should not have to think about, let alone know.




"What did he do to you?" I whispered, looking into his eyes.




Memories surfaced, horrible ones, I could tell by his face, and I almost regretted the sentence, taking it back, but I had to ask it, I needed to know, without it, I'd have no idea where we stood.


We didn't speak for a long while, as I waited paitently, my knife now gone, I now knew there was no use for it, as he reminisced, his face flitting through time and memories.




"It all happened when I was eleven." he said, his voice quiet and subdued, breaking the silence. His eyes were distant and faraway, he was reliving the memory, however hard it was, he knew it was important.

I thought back to when I was eleven, so small and innocent, and I was shocked and angry that Lovac had gotten to him so early.

"I was at home when there was a knock at the door. My little brother answered the door and was promptly shot in the head," his mouth was set in a tight line as he stopped and my face dropped hearing his news. There it was.

But he wasn't finished; "I knew something was obviously wrong, because even though they used a silencer, I heard him fall. My friend was due to come around and I knew he just let himself in, so when the door rung, I knew something was wrong. I made my way downstairs, not even needing to peek my head round the corner, I saw the blood pooling on the floor and his shoes lying from around the corner and I took off as quickly and as quietly as I could, taking off to my mum who was out in the garden."

I put a hand on his arm but he was too far gone to even notice, to lost in the memory.


"I ran as fast as my legs would take me over to my mum, my face obviously betraying everything, tears blurring my vision and I remember stumbling and few times, almost tripping in the process to get over to her. "What is it, Brad!?" I remember her voice.. it was loud." he closed his eyes momentarily, voice trailing off.

"Too loud." He repeated.


His voice picked up again, almost monotone and I could feel my heart breaking for him, it was not right. He had only been eleven.


"I grabbed her arm and told her to shut up, pulling her to the back of the garden, looking over my shoulder, making us hide behind a tree. I remember it all coming out in a rush and having to repeat it, the second time, her face going ashen grey and pale. "They'll be looking for us Brad. We need to run." She said, taking my hands between her face. "We climb over that fence, and we run as fast as we can go okay? do not stop for anything you promise me?" She said, and she boosted me up the fence, getting halfway up herself..." Brad stopped, his voice breaking, suddenly looking at me, eyes devastated.



"then they got her. I will never forget her scream before they muffled it, it was horrifying, and all I could do was watch, from the other side of the fence, not able to move a muscle as she struggled with the strange men in the garden below. She elbowed the guy in the stomach and got her mouth free, yelling at me to run, go, but I couldn't, I couldn't just leave her there, with the strange men.


As they got her under control, the other guy said to me that he'd let her go if I come with them, that all they wanted was me, but I couldn't move, then he pulled out a knife putting it to my mums neck and drawing blood, quite a lot, making me cry out for them to stop. I had to be smart, they had just killed my brother and were going to kill my mum by the looks of it, it was run and most likely be killed or have a slim change or outrunning them and getting away, but them what?..or it was go to them and mum live. So I chose the latter," he said, narrowing his eyes and thumping the grass with a clenched fist.

"Not that it fucking mattered anyway!! Because as soon as a got within their hands, they slit her neck and she bled out in front of me." His voice raised, then lowered towards the end, eyes glittering.


At this, my heart broke for him, and now I truly understood why he was doing what he was doing. Good old fashioned revenge.

"Her last words were; "Be strong and be smart; I love you, we all do." And then she died, right in my arms and they took me away. Those fucking bastards! Covered in my own mothers blood at eleven years old and they didn't even give a shit, I want to repay that very deed to him, that's the least he deserves from me.


We are exactly the same, been through hell and back and are living in it, not only is it revenge, it is for you and the girls; you are one of the strongest, most toughest people I know, with a caring heart and none of you deserve this, so we are bloody well getting out of here."


"Amen." I said quietly, helping him up from the ground and giving him a huge hug, "Let's bring these hunters down."






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Wow, Brad's really been through it all huh? A bit of a blast into the past and emotional-ish, not as long, the wait is due to the fact that I've been in hospital three times recently with migraine issues haha :/ not the best, so I was in no position to write, I was pretty much banned from my iPhone and the computer.. (Bad for my head) so I couldn't write anything for a while, hope those made up for your expectations!!



Mel and the girls.. and now quite possibly Brad really need to get out, hey?? ;)) keep reading, you never know when it's coming...

Oh did you like the surprise small Brad POV in there? A wee little gift for ya to keep you interested :)


-H