mutated

chapter twenty: this bitch empty. yeet

 "Please? It's just a few experiments. It's not like I'm going to fling you into the air- actually, yeah that's what it's going to end up as. But you're not going to die. You can just alter your density so you end up floating or you hit the ground and not feel a thing. Or, I'll catch you. You'll be fine."

"No, I will not be fine! I'm gonna be a pancake and go like splat."

"You won't. You have powers for god's sake! Just, please?"

An interesting way to start a morning, arguing as I try to convince Alpha to let me use him as a guinea pig for one of my inventions that I was working out the kinks with Maxim. Finding him was easy, he was always either at the pool or at the gym. Well, either those places or in the PC room where the boys had converted it into what I can assume is a man-cave, but it was too early for him to be in there.

"No! Why would I do that?"

"Your personal trainer is his brother, Jenson. Would you feel better if he was there?"

"No, because he might not respond if I scream for help when your stupid invention fails. He's deaf, Jade, if you didn't realize?"

"I did realize, but I also know that the brothers are telepathically connected so everything one hears they all hear and everything one sees they all see." I sighed, and cracked my knuckles. "What about a wager? If I beat you, you have to be my lab rat."

"What if I beat you?"

"Nani?" He asked, and scratched his head. "Oh, I know. You will be my slave. Very good."

"Oh for crying out loud." I rolled my eyes, and sighed again. "Fine. I accept your terms, but let me just warn you, you are going to get your ass kicked."

"Eh, not happening." He said and he pulled out an ax.

"Erm, what's that?" I asked, looking at the tiny weapon compared to the double swords I usually fought with.

He glanced at the weapon and looked back at me, as if he was confused why I didn't know what it was. Not everyone is familiar with hundreds of weapons, boys. "It's a tomahawk."

"A what?"

"Just something that can beat you la." He replied, and stood at a ready position. "Ready when you are."

"You didn't even have to ask." I smirked, and I launched myself at him, realizing that he wasn't used to not being the first attack. He ducked under my blades, bouncing to the side to dodge my swipes before he jabbed the tomahawk at me.

I leaned backward, the blade missing my nose by an inch. Stabbing my swords in the floor behind me, I kicked upwards, and he stumbled backward to dodge my feet. "Why are there spikes on the bottom of your boots?"

"Because I don't spend all my time in front of a computer gaming." I answered, glancing at him, yanking the swords back out of the floor. "Oh, I swear Chase is going to be so pissed from all the holes I'm stabbing into his nice training mats."

He swiped at me again, and I spun to a side, blades flashing as I tried to hit him, but it seemed like he was choosing a more defensive strategy for once. As I cornered him against the wall, his weapon swiping to parry my blades, he turned and ran up the wall, before flipping over my head, and he threw the blade.

Only my quick thinking gave me the instinct to spin to a side as the weapon sank into the wall next to my face. "You are going to repave that wall, not me."

He pulled out another tomahawk and began flinging them at me with deadly accuracy, and slid across the floor, the projectiles flying harmlessly above me. I spun my legs, and he fell to the ground. I dropped my blades (yeah, sure, never drop your weapon in a battle) as he wrestled me, and we rolled across the floor.