From The Ashes

Chapter One

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She sat upright in her bed, Breathing hard and willing her heart to slow its race as she squeezed her head between her hands, trying to push the memories of that night out of her pounding  head. But they flashed before her eyes, refusing to be quenched.

The disappointment in The Misses eyes when she discovered herself to be pregnant later that month, her cold eyes telling the girl to get rid of it, disgust with the fact that her future Primus allowed herself to be taken advantage of. She shuddered, remembering snippets of her dream, of that night. Of a memory she had suppressed for years. Their breath. Hot against her skin. The smell of lust and desire plain on their auras and the misplaced smell of duty. It had been five years since then. She was now almost 19, but she could never see her family now. She had failed her deciding mission. Not that it mattered, she had grown up in an orphanage and then was chosen to be taken to The Institute.

She dragged herself out of bed, knowing from experience that she could never fall back asleep now. She threw on a pair of sweats and a tank. Usually she wouldn't wear something that revealed her scars so plainly, but as it was only 02:00 in the morning she didn’t feel the need to cover up. Well, not too much. Hence the sweats. She proceeded to do her morning exercises. 100 push-ups, 175 sit-ups, 150 pull-ups, then walking down to the track  to run as long as possible. But before she left, she glamoured herself. If anyone had been looking all they would see was an average girl, average height, shoulder length dark chocolate hair, and hazel eyes. The glamour she used for exercising as so she went mostly unnoticed.  As she ran on the track the dream faded from her mind and all she thought about was the pull, and the burn of her muscles.

After about three hours, she stopped and headed to the gym to use the punching bags. There was a couple of other people here, guards using the gym while they were off duty. The regulars, and they ignored her and she them. She entered and took her usual bag in the corner and commenced punching it. She focused all her energy on the bag, all her fear, and humiliation. All her anger, at them, at those who treated her like a freak, those afraid of her, and even The Misses for being so cold and uncaring. So focused on chasing the thoughts and feelings away she failed to notice the gradually weakening chain on the bag until it was too late.  

Thunk. It fell to the ground with a loud thump, and she just looked at it for a minute before kicking it hard. Sending it flying across the room… and into a mirror, shattering it.  “Shit” She muttered, feeling pissed at herself. She ignored the startled looks of the others in the gym and went into the store room, grabbed another bag and returned to her place. She heaved it up and attached it to the previous bags post. She really had to stop breaking the bags, that was the third bag this week. Ignoring the tension in the room, she went back to punching and kicking the bag, she still had another hour.

Before long, however, she became aware that she was being watched. It was a he, and he was coming closer. Quickly changing her position she whipped around and stood face to face with him. He was short, fat and smelled like onions.

“What do you want?” She hissed.

“I am the Representative from Lenia.” He announced.

“Good for you.” She said shortly. That was clearly not the response he was expecting. He narrowed his eyes.

“ I am in need of a good bodyguard i can trust while i am in this primitive place.” He stated. She then realized that she had a glamour on. She had almost forgotten she did that when she left. He wishes to bed me. He couldve laughed out loud. As it was she just smirked. Good luck Onion Breath.

“Uh, huh.” she said, then turned around and continued punching the bag. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her so close she could smell his garlicky breath.