The Hybrid's Assassin

Four

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I stayed in that gym until the sky outside the windows was pitch black and my knuckles were raw and red, ripped open and covered in blood.

By then no one else was there. It was just me and my thoughts. I had been there for many hours when I slumped to the floor in defeat, relishing in the empty room and letting a single tear escape from my eye.

The punching bag had always been a coping mechanism for me, and it had helped everything that had happened recently sink in. It helped me to accept it.

It was another hour before I left, wandering the halls once again. I wasn't ready to face Domitius. I didn't want to be here, but if I was to stay it was going to be under my conditions. I found my way to a laundry, and took the cleanest, newest looking clothes I could find without much consideration as to who they belonged to. I then went about finding an empty room to sleep in.

Most of the doors had something written on them in metal letters. For example: meeting room C, Formal dining, Sun parlour, R.J Wilkinson, Mr. and Mrs. Rebolt. Every door I passed seemed to have a name written on it, telling me what it was, or who it belonged to. When I passed a door absent of all words, I didn't hesitate to throw it open and dump the pile of clothes I had collected in my arms onto the bed. The room was quite small, but had enough space to fit a double bed and a small TV.

The room itself was quite plain and boring, obviously not personalised in any way. The bed had a white duvet and white sheets, and the walls and ceiling were both white. The floor had a light grey carpet and a small window across from the door had a white curtain.

The bed was to my left, and two other doors with the TV in between were to my right. They lead to a small walk in wardrobe and an ensuite bathroom. I showered and then went to bed.

I was going to escape, my life depended on it, but I knew that he could smell me, as weird as that sounded. I needed a way to cover my scent to guarantee a successful escape, and I wasn't sure exactly what I could use. If his sense of smell was as powerful as a wolf's, not many things would be strong enough.

I didn't sleep much that night. I drifted off a few times, but woke up shortly afterwards. Something felt wrong, and I just couldn't get comfortable. It was at about five am that I gave up trying to sleep and got dressed, before finding my way down to the kitchen.

That took about an hour itself, and by the time I got there the chefs were already beginning to cook for the pack of hungry wolves that would be coming in later.

After eating I left to the sun parlour. That was where I began planning my escape.

I had evaded a blood hound before, by stalling it and confusing it's handler. However, I wasn't familiar with this terrain. I didn't know where there were rivers, cliffs or caves. And for some reason, I felt as though my tracker was going to be a lot more determined to find me than the last.

From the windows in the sun parlour, I could see that the house was completely surrounded by forest. My problem here was that the people pursuing me would have a lot of experience in this forest, and finding me would be a piece of cake. My only way out was by the road.

All morning I had been sitting in the sun parlour, watching cars drive in and out. Most people were just let in and out of the gates without a second look, while with some, a whole search of the car was required before they could proceed.

The most recent car to drive in without any required search was a red Chevrolet Corvette. I knew from past experience that their trunks were big enough to fit a person. I had been smuggled into a drug warehouse in one before. The only problem is that in most models, you can see the contents of the trunk from the drivers seat. That car was my ticket out of here.