Not Like The Others

Chapter Twenty One- Oppotunity

I am currently hysterically laughing in frustration as I found out almost all my chapter disappeared due to dodgy wifi, to make matters worse, I just got internet and my chapter came back, lord almighty, I then had two hahaha because I rewrote the chapter again omg.

Enjoy, written from deep in the Yasawa islands, Fiji

(This is the two combined)

Mel POV

I was absolutely seething.

There was a red film in my vision, hazy, like my mind. I was trembling slightly from all the pent up rage, but I refused to let it explode. No, I was stronger than that. I had to be.

Breathe. Inhale, exhale. In and out, I chanted to myself trying to contain the monster that was trying to break out.

I felt bile crawl up my throat as the images I had just received came to mind again.

"Fucking ew. Ew ew ew, bleh." I muttered, gagging down the hallway, getting as much distance from Double-D as possible.

This week had been one bad day after the other, each day getting worse and worse. Today was the last straw and I really needed to let some form of anger out without alerting suspicion.

My 'skill' was spiralling out of control and I refused to tell anyone.

All week long I had been receiving unwanted and surprising images from people who had somehow touched me and I had had enough.

This morning, as usual, I had forgotten about the potential consequences of touching people, and my brain immediately decided to shoulder Double-D and cause him to stumble into my 'toilet', aka a freaking bucket.

It was highly amusing until the contact caused an image that will forever be burnt into my memory. In a bad way.

As my shoulder collided with him, I felt with a shiver, the feeling of an incoming memory.

My current picture of vision dissolved into a new one, one I didn't want to see. Never in a million years.

No wonder he had seemed so smug this morning. His night last night had consisted of bagging a more than willing human, or whore if you would prefer.

Usually humans, especially younger females or vulnerable humans would sense a rogue's predatory instinct and run for the hills, but this girl must have had a thing for doing it rough.

I shuddered inwardly, forcing the image out and away, I refused to dwell on the thought any longer.

It was time to train. Someone was going to receive an ass kicking and it certainly wasn't going to be me.

Pushing the main doors open, I surveyed the room and the people training in it. I got all the heads turning my way as usual, but as I continued to scrutinize certain people, curious and wary expressions developed. What did I want this time? they're faces seemed to say, yet others were hopeful, for goodness knows what. Usually I just walked past them with my nose turned up at them, acting as if I were royalty. well, I kinda was...

Since I had been 'kicked' off the mission, due to Lovac's hesitation at my protection whilst I'd be in the mission, I'd been training more than usual.

It was a ridiculous excuse from him of course, but I couldn't go against his wishes. It was a good thing though in a way, because it meant I didn't have to kill or hurt anyone to prove myself. It would just make me hate myself even more.

I quietly cleared my throat and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "I'm picking some people out. These are people I want to train and fight with today. No questions, no excuses." I then began naming or pointing out my victims, each one considerably paling when they were picked. Nevertheless they all dutifully came forward, stopping in a small bunch in front of me.