Last Shot (Jacob Black) [3] COMPLETE

20. Training

~Jazmine~

I throw my heels down in the corner and pull the wig off. I shake my hair out and put the wig on the fake head. I take off all the makeup and look at myself in the mirror. I take out the contacts and try to unzip my dress.

"Need help?" Jake asks randomly appearing in the room.

"Please." I reply simply. He unzips it and lightly kisses my cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He kisses my shoulder and I roll my eyes. I grab a black singlet and athletic leggings. I take the dress the rest of the way off and put my comfortable clothes on. I put the dress on a hanger and hang it up.

"Come on, I have a speech to deliver." I mutter. He slightly laughs and we walk downstairs. I look around at everyone and slightly smile.

"You're doing good punk." Uncle Jared says from somewhere.

"Keep it up Jazzers." Mo says from the same direction. I keep walking. Everyone was here and had everything almost ready. I was going to be even more legendary that what I am.

"Alright listen up!" I start to get everyone's attention. "Rule number one- for the first week or two no one goes out into those damn woods, I don't care who you are or how ready you think you are you will be killed. Rule number two- don't touch my Impala. Rule number three- I am always in charge, I make the rules around and there's nothing any of you can do about it. Rule number four- break my code and I will not hesitate to blow your head off. Rule number five- unless I have told you personally to do so, stay the hell out of the basement. That's covers pretty much everything for now. Oh yeah and any of you who think we hunt those who hunt us is anywhere relevant, over there is the door- don't come back until you think differently. We protect those who cannot protect themselves. Got it? So who's ready to get to work?" I rub my hands together and one of the boys from California smiles. "First off, I want to see how we are with hand to hand combat. Megan, let's go." She steps forward and we both get into a defensive stance. I nod and she nods back. She lunges forward and I jump back. I swing my leg up and she catches it. I jump up with my other leg and kick her in the side. She drops my other leg and I land face down. I roll over and spring back to my feet. She sweeps my legs out from under me and I catch myself on my elbows. I stay down and swing my leg causing her to fall off balance. I get up onto my feet and she throws a punch. I catch it and she knees me in the gut. I hunch over before punching her in the gut. She pushes me back and I stagger slightly. I kick her in the side and she staggers sideways. "This obviously isn't going to end." I mutter. "Devonté pick a sparing partner, not Danielle and not Lydia." I say louder regaining composure.

"Fine then, Sean, let's see what you got." Devonté smirks. Sean was the boy from California that was excited for this. I've heard that he's strong and good with a gun. He smirks and he and Devonté get into defensive stances. They nod to each other and take off. Sean knocks Devonté down with one small hit. I smirk and cross my arms. Devonté slowly climbs to his feet and throws a few punches. Sean blocks all of them effortlessly. Devonté kicks him and he slightly grunts before knocking Devonté back on the ground.

"Alright, that's enough, let's not break Devonté." I say. Sean helps Devonté up and they move off to the side. "Alright, who's next?"

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I let Megan work the computer and watch as she pulls up several documents.

"I found this a few hours before Chris and Gerard killed me. Apparentky they were working on something a lot bigger than the beast. Ryder was just an appetizer. They call it the Hellhound. By the looks of this, it's bigger and stronger than the beast, and if that's not enough for you, the damned thing is on fire. That's what brought the chimeras here, they're looking for the Hellhound."

"Does that mean that it's here?" I ask.

"It's means that we're going to have a hell of a hunt."