Hunted

Chapter 6

"Okay, okay. You got me. Good one, take me home now please."

"Take you home? Wha- "

" 'Cuz you're all fucking insane! I mean, do you hear yourself right now?" He laughed, "Assassins? Abilities? What the fuck is this?" He said, throwing his hands in the air.

"It's all true Rhoan." Natasha said, patiently.

"Oh and let me guess, we can fly too huh?" He said, folding his arms.

"No that's stupid." She said, giving him the most incredulous look he had ever seen, "We have...a sort of psychic ability, but it manifests different for each one of us." She said.

"Oh wooow. WOOOOW. Wonder-fucking-full." He said, laughing. He began walking away, mumbling as he walked out, "Fucking crazy people. You're crazy!" He shouted back after her, only she wasn't in the room anymore.

"I'm not crazy, asshole." She said. He jumped back, startled.

"W-What the hell?" He said, stepping back looking around the room. "What the hell is this?" He tripped over something and he fell, moving back until he was up against a wall.

Natasha materialised in front of him. Well, it's more like she faded in. Like she was behind something that camouflaged seamlessly with the objects in the surroundings and then she stepped out from behind it.

"I told you, Rhoan, it's all true." She said, holding her hand to her wound which started bleeding again. Rhoan couldn't believe his eyes. This shattered everything he thought he knew about the world. In the world he knew none of this was possible, power was attained through status a-and money. But here were people with ACTUAL powers, dangerous people, people who could kill you before you even knew there was a threat to your life.

Natasha stumbled, buckling under the pain that reopening her wound caused. Rhoan grabbed her and lifted her back to the bed. He pressed the button that signalled the people who treated her before and walked to the door. He paused, looking back at her, "Tell me more, after you recover."

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Rhoan wasn't allowed to leave where ever they were, said it was for his own safety. All he wanted to do was leave, but that had changed once Natasha showed him the truth. His mind was never still since then, he frequently wondered about the predicament he was in.

What kind of 'abilities' (it still sounded weird to him when he said it in his head) did he have, what happened to Regis and most importantly, why couldn't he remember it all? The only thing he had to connect him to what Natasha said, was the brief flashing images in his head, which he now attributed to his memories trying to return. He thought he would be there a long time, just sitting around, but a week or two later, Natasha was back on her feet and looking for him. She was a resilient one it seemed.

"Hey, how you feeling?" He asked.

"Better. Can't stay down for too long, have too much to do."

"So what's first on your agenda?"

"Well, since you lost your memory and we're not sure how to get them back, I guess you have to be retrained. Bear in mind though," she warned, "it won't be easy."

"I'm ready when you are." He said.

"Great." She threw some clothes at him, "Get changed."

Rhoan chuckled and began changing, he took off his shirt then paused when he realised she wasn't leaving the room.

"So, you have to watch me change?" He asked.

Natasha blinked twice and gave her head a little shake, the action you do when you're snapping back to reality from a day dream. "What? Oh, no." She said and walked out of the room.

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Natasha took Rhoan to a white room, with concrete walls. No windows, and only one door. Someone was inside waiting for them.

"Welcome to the training room." She said. "Rhoan this is Shane, he's one of our best fighters. He'll be your instructor today."

"Oh Natasha, you give me too much credit." The man said, walking up and extending a hand to Rhoan. "Dante." He said. He saw the look of uncertainty on Rhoan's face and smiled, "Sorry, I'm used to you by that name. Let's begin."

"W-hold on. How am I supposed to fight him?"

"The best way for you to regain some semblance of your abilities is to just, dive right in. There's no going easy where this is concerned. We can't protect you forever so you'll need to be able to defend yourself. If you're gonna be useful when we go against Regis, you'll need to know how to fight."

Rhoan nodded and Natasha walked out, the door closing shut behind them. Rhoan noticed there were cameras in the room, so she was monitoring them. He heard her voice over a speaker in the room. "Alright boys, go."

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"Alright Dante, let's start with some basic know-hows for training. First," Shane said, raising his index finger into the air, circling Rhoan as he talked, "know what your opponent can do."

Rhoan, deciding it's best to strike quickly before Shane could prepare himself, rushed up to Shane, punching him in the stomach. He smiled to himself, rushing to deliver a knee to the same area, only to feel his knee suddenly stop mid-swing.

"Perfect example." Shane said, still bent over from the first punch. "I know what you should be able to do, but you have no idea what I can do. Which means," he said, looking Rhoan in his eyes and raising his palm to Rhoan's chest, "you're at a disadvantage."

Before Rhoan could react to the statement there was a sound of air rushing, the sound you hear when you purse your lips and suck in air, then the air rippled and he felt himself being thrown backwards into the wall, slamming into it with such force all the air got knocked out of him.