The Sweet taste of Vengeance

Chapter 4 Training in self-defence

Chapter 4

Training in self-defence

It had been an entire month since our escape from the VanBisson Manor House, during this time our injuries had fully healed and I was feeling stronger than ever. Marooney and John had made themselves at home, and had even made a few friends. There was one particular maid who was quite fond of us, her name was Miss Bryan, and she always brought us homemade cakes and cookies which I sometimes politely declined as they reminded me to much of home. Each and every night I would sit on the window sill and look up into the night sky hoping to see Mum and Dad flying over in an Easy jet plane on their return trip from Egypt, knowing that this will never happen I'm only hurting myself even more, as they went to Egypt 5 years ago.

Marooney and John are beginning to miss their parents. During our stay at the VanBisson Manor House several police cars drove past, probably out looking for us, each and every time this happened there was a cruel flurry of hope of escaping, which was violently crushed when they drove away. The thought of that place always sent a chill down my spine.

Today in particular however, we were woken up by Sebastian, AKA, Grandpa Copperfield. He was followed by three other maids carrying full trays of full English breakfasts. " Morning." said Sebastian, " Mor....ning" we all said, with or mouths full. " Once your finished, my friends here will help you into your combat uniforms, and lead you down to the indoor gym." and with that he left before we could ask any questions. Miss Bryan came to my bed, and laid down what looked like a wet suit and said " Don't worry, hes only showing you self-defence. Now, eat up and get dressed, you have about 10 minutes." She playfully ruffled my hair and smiled. When she smiles you can't help but smile back.

10 minutes later I was standing in front of the large mirror stationed at the left side of my bed in my new combat suit, good did it pronounce the important parts. " Whoooooooh" came a familiar voice, I spun round and Marooney was standing right behind me. I jumped back in surprise and plastered myself to the wall, she followed and placed both on either side of my shoulders, in essence pinning me. I had grown a few inches in the last month but God was she sexy. " Uhh...you feeling better?" I asked, my heart racing at an incredible pace. " I feel great but...we haven't been very close lately, remember if you need to talk you can talk to me at any time." " Yeah I knowmphhhh" she broke of my sentence with one of her passionate kisses, naturally my hands wrapped around her waist and hers around my neck, she was standing on her tiptoes, so I straightened up and lifted her off of the floor, allowing her to dangle. " Get a room!!" came John's sarcastic voice, we both giggled and ended the kiss, but leaving our foreheads touching, " Lets go." whispered Marooney, she untangled herself, and skipped out of the room.

A couple of minutes later we were down stairs and walking towards the indoor gym. It only took us about a few minutes to get there and when we opened those doors... " I.AM.GOING.TO.DIE.". Now...John and I have never been much of a fighter, but seeing what looked like daggers, swords, guns, and what looked like a self harming shield, you can pretty much imagine our reaction. " Common boys!" said Marooney, attempting and almost failing to sling her arms around our shoulders, " Don't chicken out already." she said, " I'm not chickening out." I said defensively, " Then why are you just standing here?" god could she really get under your skin. The gym was huge, and looked as if it had a weapon hanging from spare space there was, what was he planning on getting us to do?. We walked to the centre of the gym and waited further instructions. Sebastian grinned, as he could obviously see that there was something wrong. " Welcome, I hope the combat suits fit nicely." we all mumbled a response which I assume was "Yes.". " Good. Because you going to need them." he turned around and gestured to what looked like a fighting mat, or what ever it is you call them. " You'll be happy to know that we're starting with something easy. A bit of, what you would call physical education." The way he said it made it sound a lot more dangerous than normal physical education.