Pierce Me

Chapter One

Chapter One

                "You have to stop ripping their heads off every time we train. They are expensive to obtain." I looked down at the mat beneath me guiltily. I truly had a bad habit of doing that to the dummies. Luckily that's all they were, dummies. Although they were designed to resemble the anatomy of a human body, regarding the strength of the skin and bones, they were still dummies. They weren't real, they couldn't breathe, and they didn't have a conscience. Their "deaths" meant nothing but a loss in money. The thought of doing that to an actual human being thrilled me; it was a truly exciting wonder.

                Every time I got to put my hands on them, the image of the people who killed my parents would appear in my head. I didn't know what they looked like, what their gender was- nothing. But I knew they were human, and that was enough. And till their heads replaced the dummies, well, I didn't think I would stop training in the way I did.

                "I apologize, Kierse. It just seems to happen. It's beyond my control." I replied sheepishly, finally looking up at the tall man that stood before me. He looked down at me with knowing blue eyes and shook his head.

                "Sure it is," He muttered more to himself than to me before walking away from me to clean up the mess I had made. I looked around the room and took notice of everyone's facial expressions and body language. They were all upset and annoyed, mostly at me. Since I had beheaded all of the dummies we had access to at the moment their training session was over. I had suggested that I stopped training in groups when I was around twelve and began my preferred method of termination. But, I was refused so every group training with me in it had this outcome.

                "Since Cyra destroyed the dummies, again, our session for today has come to an end. Since it is only 10 and curfew isn't till 12 you are all on watch duty." More groans and complaints filled the air. It seemed that I was unknowingly making all of my peer's night worse. "Quiet." Kierse demanded his voice strong and harsh. Silence followed almost immediately. "I do not want to hear one sound from each of you as you make your way to Station 4. And, you will all stay there till ten minutes before curfew." Once Kierse turned his back to us we all began our walk outside towards our assigned station.

                Although no one was making a sound, like they were told, I could still hear the voices going through their heads. That's one of the things I hated about being a werewolf in a pack. Once you joined you were mind linked to every pack member. You were allowed to turn the mind linkage on and off as you pleased but with given circumstances turning the link off was rather dangerous. But considering that I didn't care very much about their thoughts and the threat of a hunter appearing to slaughter us at that very moment was low- I turned off my link.

                While everyone hated being on watch duty, I absolutely enjoyed it. It was a very simple task. We would sit on one of the peers at our station, find a branch in a tree, or find a cave, or rock to stay at until our shift was done. All we had to do was watch. We were keeping a keen eye out for any intruders, either mortal or immortal. It didn't matter what or who they were. If we saw them we were supposed to catch them. The physical part of the task wasn't often done by those under the age of 25, which included me. I was only 18 so the only thing I could do was find them, alert one of the warriors, and then watch the scene unfold.

                It wasn't often that we found anyone so the watch tended to be boring. But I didn't care, the thrill of knowing that it could happen was enough to keep me entertained for as many hours my shift may end up being.

                Walking away from my pack mates I positioned myself in a nearby cave. At the moment it was being occupied by wolves. But they didn't mind my presence and were quiet fond of me. The wolves were either afraid of the werewolves or loved them, there was never an in between. This group specifically knew me; this was my personally chosen watch area and had been for years now.