Initiation

Chapter 4: Wild Card

The League agent has water forming into both his hands in a blink of an eye. The water begins to glow a light blue as the liquid turns to ice. Before the ball of ice, which is directed at Argon, hits its target I react. Argon's other men scatter with fear on their faces as a battle cry escapes my lips. To protect Argon I jump in front of him.

Wild, seemingly untamed flames spread to my elbows. I lift both arms in front of me so that they form an 'X'. My teeth clench together as the flames grow. The League agent's attack doesn't stand a chance.

Hissing rings in my ears as the ball of ice disintegrates against my blazing shield. Not wasting another moment, aura forms around my burgundy flames. I skillfully will the flames to disappear while my neon purple aura remains.

I catch the shocked expression on the water endowed agent before I counter. He has no idea who he was messing with. For being sixteen, my abilities are far more advanced than they should have been. Argon was to thank for that.

I uncross my arms, but keep them held out in front of my chest. My hands are clenched inches apart. I open them suddenly and splay my fingers apart. When doing so I push my hands forward slightly. A steady beam of aura flies toward the agent.

He is still too shell-shocked to counter or protect himself. He has not seen me in action before. The words, 'You must always have the upper hand' echoes in my mind. I was proud of myself for using a lesson Argon had taught me.

Another lesson I had learned was to never let your enemy recover from one of your attacks. The League agent is attempting to push himself up from the ground when I roughly pull his arms behind his back. He is on his knees in an instant.

"If I were you," my voice growls, "I'd stay down."

Mocking laughter bubbles out of my mouth as the League agent attempts to break free from my grasp. The same light blue glow from before flows up his arms, turning to water this time.

"Poor attempt agent. Water doesn't affect me at all."

His turns slightly, but isn't able to look me in the eyes. I, on the other hand, could see his flabbergasted expression as clear as day. A confident smirk forms on my lips, but that is soon wiped off of my face.

Drake strides toward me with a twinkle in his abnormally eerie yellow eyes. I am unsettled by this.

"Move aside Chloe," Drake orders assertively.

I reluctantly do as he says. Sparks emit off of Drake's hands when he grabs the League agent who flinches. The electricity flows up the agent's arms. His jaw clenches, but he doesn't make a sound. He was trying to appear strong even though electricity is his weakness.

I step forward and eye the League agent curiously. His slightly duller eyes meet mine. I am sucked into his gaze as he sizes me up. I don't understand why I can't look away from those eyes. They seemed to paralyze and capture me every time I stole a glance. The soft thuds of approaching footsteps snap me back to reality.

The air in the room is unsettling stiff when Argon stops in front of me wearing a blank expression. I wasn't expecting his next move. My hand instantaneously goes to my face after he slaps me. The League agent is quite startled by the exchange. I don't give him the chance to make eye contact. Drake snickers behind me.

"You failed to call out a League spy- one who has been here for months."

"But I-"

Argon glowers at me as he slaps me once more. "Never speak out of order!"

In a blink of an eye his callused fingers wrap around my wrist, jerking my hand toward him. I bite my tongue to hold in a whimper.

Argon then says in an enraged tone, "Give me one more excuse- I will beat you senseless."

My eyes widen as I stare up at him. His hand wraps further around my small wrist, his grip is like a steel trap. He then thrusts my arm down in such a way I fall down to my knees. My right hand is still held up in the air awkwardly. My left fist is clenched on the crumbled concrete floor.

"Tell me what I can do to gain your trust back master," I plead.

Argon raises my hand higher. My eyebrows pull together and my face contorts in pain.

"Please master- have mercy. I will do whatever you ask of me. Anything."

I let out a small whimper when he suddenly releases my hand. Argon crouches down to my level. His monotone voice sounds near my ear, "beat our guest until I order you to stop."

His reply does and doesn't surprise me. Argon has never ordered me to personally attack anyone like that before. This was the real deal, a test, just like the countless others. I had to prove I had no limitations; emotionally and physically.

My expression is empty and my eyes are void of emotion as they meet the League agent's. His eyebrows furrow as I walk toward him. Drake lifts the agent up onto his feet, sending a small pulse of electricity up his arms again.

I am thankful that Drake has weakened him. My fist rams into the toned abdomen of my victim. His pained eyes catch my gaze, but I look away instantly. I could not afford to get trapped this time, so I keep punching.

Five minutes later my wrists start to ache. I grunt loudly as I draw my hand back and clock him in the face. Drake loses his grip for a few seconds. Adrenaline was pushing through my veins at this point. Eventually I had to stop.

With a final punch, I pound my fist into his jaw again. The agent coughs, and blood comes out of his mouth. Yet, he was still standing. He was too strong for me to take down. That's what Argon wanted, but I just couldn't keep going. My breathing is haggard as I take a step back.

The agent is leaning forward, so I can't see his face, but he too was breathing heavier.

"I never told you to stop," Argon states, his voice demanding.

Without another thought I begin to hit the League agent. Argon is obviously not pleased since he pulls me back. His scarred fist whips into my gut. I collapse after crying out in pain. I curl up in fetal position on the ground. Tears involuntarily spring into the corners of my eyes.

"You can never finish anything - you're almost useless," he growls ferociously, "now this is how hard you're supposed to hit an enemy."

Even though my eyes are still watering I can still see Argon beating the agent with tremendous force. The League agent stumbles back into Drake, who releases his grip. Argon kicks the agent twice in the abdomen. The agent's pained cry echoes in the large space. Once Argon steps away, he surprisingly lets out strained laugh.

"You are seriously not as smart as you think you are Argon." He states mockingly. Argon kicks him again. The agent laughs again. "You're also going to regret assaulting a level five agent." He expresses while glaring defiantly up at Argon.

Argon's sinister laugh sends shivers down my spine.

"You've got the guts to say that to me? No League agent with a level five clearance would voluntarily be alone," Argon declares with a wide smile. He spreads his arms wide open, "I don't see any of your comrades here to save you."

The agent looks smug, "here's the thing Argon- I'm not alone."

His voice is cocky as he says this, but he had every right to be. Seconds later glass shards rain down from the factory-styled windows above. At least six shadowy figures dressed in tactical gear rappel down ropes. My eyes widen in horror, and I come to realize that my worst nightmare has come true.

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