Chapter Ten.

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I woke up in the early morning, the sky was still dark and clouded I could hear the rain dancing on the windows and roof. I walked to the bathroom cold wooden floor creaking beneath my feet and quickly had a shower.

I got out feeling alive again and walked to my wardrobe picking out some leggings and a baggy top I quickly changed into them and walked down to the gym. I tapped my hands up and tied my hair up walking over to the punching bags and slowly raised my hand and started punching the bag catching it to stop the swinging, I repeated it again punching and catching the bag.

Two hours had passed and my hands started to blister and bruise, I stretched out my fingers and tightened them in to a fist again and continue to punch it. "Ah thought we might find you in here" I heard a familiar voice say I didn't turn I carried on punching "did you need me?" I asked glancing at the two men who were standing in the door way "you know repetitive training doesn't help you learn" Stephan said calmly I stopped and nodded turning to them "then what should I do I noticed a blade in his hand and a suspicious smile on his face a small flick of his wrist and the blade was one again flying past me this time however I could see it through the air as they metal cut seamlessly towards me. It felt as if everything had been slowed down. "The more you focus the quicker you learn" Christopher said smiling as he noticed me watching the blade. "You have learnt knowledge, strategy and weapons come hand in hand when you know a way to beat an enemy you become strong and able to kill them" he said calmly I nodded.

"Each day you must train but don't just do the basics no you must train and learn things adapt to the situation and find weaknesses in people, creatures and demons. You can become an assassin and you can become a great fighter you just need to train." He said yet again I feel like I was weak and powerless I nodded "I will learn and do anything just tell me what I must do" I said with no hesitation. They looked at one another and smiled.

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4 month passed.

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Time seems to have slipped past me, I know four of my five skills I can fight anything, kill anyone, and nothing can stop me. I can feel powers running through me I have so much energy, all I want to do is kill demon and end them, I must control my emotions but I can't everything seems so vibrant and loud.

Today Stephan said he wants to teach me to control and lock away my emotions. I walked into the main hall wearing the black cloak I was given four month ago, when I arrived. I looked up at Stephan and Christopher who were once again praying like they did every morning. I knelt and closed my eyes, I didn't pray I just sat enjoying the silence around me and taking in the moment. "My child are sure you want to get rid of them your demonic side will become so much stronger it could become too much" I heard Stephan say as I opened my eyes to see him staring at me I smiled and nodded "they hold me back, I don't need them" I said truthfully he looked at me sadly "there's only one way to gain them back after and it's through finding true love... not many people find it, it's practically impossible" he said almost begging me not to give my emotions up I nodded "I know and I know the risks but I need to do this" he nodded once more a sad look on his face and took my hand "this is your heart against the mind, right now their feelings are intertwined and makes your emotions change and cloud decisions once you block off both you will only do what is necessary and what is needed" he clarified and I nodded they held a hand out and I placed my hand in it slowly.

They once again sat down so I followed and we sat in a circle holding hands they started to chant something quietly I could barely make out the words, I know it wasn't English but they got louder, faster and I could feel something build up in my chest like a bubble of energy.

The chanting continued and the bubble grew what is meant to happen? How do I stop it from going wrong? Suddenly, the words changed in the chant and I felt a snap inside me I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Everything seemed simple. Kill what must be killed and do what must be done. I opened my eyes and saw Stephan and Christopher staring at with worried expressions "how do you feel?" He asked looking at me I took my hands out of theirs and smiled "I feel brilliant" they looked at each other concerningly "your training is finished, you are free to go kill demons..." he said trailing off at the end I nodded "do you have clothes I can wear out?" I asked knowing this is not acceptable they nodded and took me over to another room which I had not been in yet.

It was filled with clothes which had placed to hide knives and guns in. They were all so colourful, I want something dark.

There were some black jeans with cuts up then I picked them up along with a black top and a leather jacket and some boots. I got changed and ran my hand through my hair and quickly put on some dark makeup. This is who I am and who I want to be. I smiled at my reflection, the once again walked into the main hall.

Stephan held out a small set of knives and Christopher held a pistol with three magazines. They passed them too me and I slipped the knives into my back pocket and the gun into the waist of my jeans.

"Good luck my child I hope you have what you want! Weapons are hidden all over schools so you can always get them from there." They said together I nod and smiled at them they were like a family, I should feel upset that I won't see them? But I don't I feel nothing. I nodded to them and walked towards the door I had entered with Oliver four months ago, when I was weak. Now the pentagram on my hand is bright and strong no one can miss it. I walked through the door which was filled with a mystical glow.

I felt my self-falling fast and I could see the floor coming closer however this time as I landed I stayed up right. The desk was still just in front of the door I had come through. Nothing had changed, but me...

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