Memoirs of a Huntress

The Beginning of my End

Chapter 2: The Beginning of my End

6 months earlier:

I was frustrated. No! I was beyond frustrated. I was so angry I could wring her neck… happily; and that’s saying something as I don’t really like violence in the life threating kind of way. But she was just getting on my nerves. She had been hitting on my boyfriend for the last hour and I couldn’t do anything as I was busy training. The guys I was training with laughed at me as I glared at her and kicked the bag harder; all of them knowing I was imagining her face on the bag. I didn’t even know who she was, but all I knew was she was swimming in dangerous waters and the crocodile, being me, was going to drag her to the bottom of the lake and shove her under a log so she could be crushed or drowned to death; what a fitful death for a hoe. I smirked evilly to myself as I kicked the bag harder.

Due to have controlling parents I didn’t really have much in my life that wasn’t controlled or dictated by them; me training with only the best of our male hunters was proof of that… apparently I was too fit to train with the girls or the mixed groups. Because of this I was very possessive and controlling, myself, of the small things my parents couldn’t get their filthy claws into. My boyfriend being one of the main things and this hussy playing around with him was pushing me over the edge, my temper flaring. I was normally an easy to get along with, go along with the flow kind of person; but once you crossed that line I only saw red.

Of course Aaron was being the awesome guy I knew him to be and was shutting her attempts down, nicely of course, while being polite. But either this chick was dumb and couldn’t get the hint, or she was ignoring them and continued trying to flirt. If it was the first reason I could forgive her, I couldn’t blame her for being stupid, it was like a disability something you just don’t tease. But from the frown she just got from Aaron rejecting her once again and then trying to flirt with him again I would say it was the latter. I kicked the bag extra hard and sent it flying, along with Joey one of the guys I train with who was holding the bag for me. “Shit! Sorry about that Joey.” I apologized as I helped him stand back up.

“All good. By the look on your face I would say that it was nothing compared to what that girl over there is gonna get when you get in the ring with her.” He laughed.

I smiled evilly and said, “You know me too well Joey, but would I ever do that?” I smiled sweetly at him and saw his expression soften though still teasing.

“Definitely not.” He joked back.

I looked back over at Aaron and the filthy monkey next to him. I couldn’t blame the girl for trying to hit on my boyfriend. Aaron was taller than me, which was saying something since I was 5’11’. He was muscular and had the body of a hunter, which was an athletic one. His shaggy brown hair was a chocolate brown, the same colour as his eyes. His face always had a smile, especially for me. His presence exuded warmth and his laugh was infectious. He was popular with everyone for that and by some miracle he was interested in me; the clans possible future leader. That plus the fact that I was the daughter of our clan leader should have scared him away (my family was quite scary), but he pursued me and I rewarded his efforts with a date. One thing led to another and now a year later he was my boyfriend.  

My eyes then fell on the slut next to him and I changed the smile on my face to a sneer. “And I think it’s time for you to get in a ring before you break the bag off the chain again.” Joey laughed, announcing that loudly.

“That was one time.” I told him exasperated. One time I had hit the bag real hard after a fight with my parents and broke the chain. After that none of my training squad had let me live it down, always teasing me especially when we did weights; seeing as I lifted pretty big weights for a girl.