Blood lust.

Chapter 6- Boot camp

My father extended his left arm and cupped the door knob with his left hand, he twisted it to the left and pushed the door forward. The lightly nearly blinded me but I was able to regain my eye sight, with ease. I looked and saw my uncle Ray, he was punching a punching bag with his left and right hands, however, I saw a man I never saw before. He was tall, taller than all of us, had to be 6'3. A rather built frame, he was African American and wore glasses as he was typing certain keys into his keyboard— which was connected to his computer of course. Test tubes and fruit snacks were scattered across the lab table, a rather sloppy scientist but, a good one? The room was large, pretty damn big. The room was a mile down filled with certain Cars, weapons, benches, all types of work out and gear a hero needs. I assume, my dad walked over towards my uncle and both of them shared a glare of concern, before hugging each other, but like- not in a gay way.

"He's alive...thank god." My uncle spoke slowly breaking from the hug.
"I feel you...if I had got there earlier..."
"Shh...don't blame yourself...he fucked with our tracker, nothing we could of done."

My uncle Ray was 5'8, taller than me and my father. He was strong, but my father was stronger. Ray was wearing black cargo pants and a white tank top. He had on black brass knuckles as his combat boots shined, his boots had dry blood from his past fights, these two were not met to be fucked with.

"Hey kid." Ray chuckled and walked towards me and crouched down, his face was full of happiness, until he saw my wound and his lips slowly formed a frown. However, then a smirk?

"Damn...you are a badass."
I nodded my head in approval as I rubbed my eyes with my left hand, slightly shook up from the wave of light that hit me.

"It's gonna scar.." ray said.
"....I don't care..." I finally uttered out, a smile was shown now plastered on Rays face as he pulled me into a tight embrace, i wrapped my arms around him as well hugging him just as tight.

"So, you trying to be as skill as your father huh?"

"....mhm..."

"Well, you came to the right place." Ray rubbed his light gray hair on his head, my father and uncle were kinda old, both in their 40's. But shit, these two didn't let that slow them down, at all.

"Ray, I'm going to go see if I can track down the man who...you know." Just like that my dad walked down far the filled room and and swung open his door to his kurma. I was baffled how that was real, but I bet they made it. Once he was in; the wall in front of him began to rise and he sped off.

"Alright Mel, I'm going to attack you. I want you to fend me off, understand?"

"But, my wound.."
"Real men don't care if they have a wound, they get up and fight for the right cause. Now, you better man up and fight."

"But what if it rips open..."
"Shut the fuck up." He said in a serious and joking tone.

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I raised my fist against his face, my left leg was placed in front of me and curbed slightly, my uncle laughed and dashed at me, i was ready for a tackle but he propelled over me and landed behind me at such a swift movement, the second I turned around a fucking boot was slammed against my face literally sending me flying back into the wall. I groaned of pain as my nose began to bleed rapidly. My wound felt like it was throbbing, but I didn't care. I slowly got up and my uncle shouted.

"Be ready for anything! Don't just stay in one position, move around!"

Just like that, he darted at me again but made a swift right and jumped on the wall, I was thinking to myself. "What the fuck?"
He literally turned in less then a second as the soles of his boots connected with the wall, he sprung off it and spun around in a 360 degree Angel towards me ready to deliver a massive blow, luckily I was able to roll out the way and his boot connected with the stone wall.

"There ya go! Come on! Stop playing defense."

I sighed and grunted as the tall man from the lab continued to watch us, I didn't care. I charged at Ray and cocked back my left fist and swung towards his face; only for him to catch my fist and flip me over his shoulders slamming his boot into my chest, not my wound. I groaned and he looked down at me. "I think you need more hardcore shit."

"Define hardcore..."

Ray slowly picked up a baseball bat, a metal one I might add and snickered. I basically pissed myself. He pulled the bat up and went to slam it down into my chest, luckily I rolled out the  way and slowly stood up. He swung it again towards my face. I ducked my head and swiped my leg against his ankle with enough pressure that he fell down. I grunted holding onto my stomach only for him to jump back up and round house kick me into the wall yet again.

"Alright, that's enough. You did better then expected..you gotta have some of your fathers genes."

"Fuck...off."

I grunted and slowly stood up as the tall man walked towards me.

"Hey kid, my names William, but please. Call me Will." He crouched down and extended his left hand. I slowly took his hand and he helped me up. "What if I told youuuuu, I have a pill that will heal your wound."
"Really..?"

A smile plastered on Rays face as he leaned against the wall, his left knee bent as his left foot sole was pressed against the wall, his arms folded.

"It's called, a plan X."
"Well, give me it."

Ray ambled out the room, will handed me a odd red pill with a 'X' on it. I grabbed it and swallowed it struggling slightly. I felt my skin begin to reconstruct with ease. I felt, stronger than before as my eyes glistened.

"Thanks...I'm gonna go see Ray." I stepped out the room shutting the door behind me, Ray was on my dads computer watching some news article.

"What's going on...?" I asked him.
"Some guy in another town, towns name is maple..runs around in a suit with X on it. Goes by killer X"
"Killer X..? Is he evil."
"I don't think so, but if he is. We're the first to know.."
"And the first to take him down.."