mutated

chapter forty: gentlemen, have you no sense of privacy?

The days in the infirmary swept by pretty quickly. Soon I was officially 'cleared' by Angel, and was finally allowed to sleep in my own room, in my own bed, and not the crappy hospital bed that squeaked every time I moved a certain way. I had missed the fight between Abby and Alpha, in which apparently Alpha had completely trashed poor Abby, his strength beating her speed, even though Abby did have a slight size advantage.

Instead, I had spent that period of time aimlessly spinning around in my wheelchair, watching a live stream that one of the boys had so generously recorded for me. It had terribly out of focus and was wildly shaking most of the time, so I had ended up hacking into the security feed and watching it through that.

When I say hacking, I don't mean going through the code. I basically mean using Lily's password to go into the mainframe and click 'security feed.' I'm not a technical genius. I can work out some kinks on the go with wiki-how by my side, but other than that, I'm pretty much shït at coding. High school IT lessons only get you so far.

When I was freed from my suffering, I had spent most of my time training in my room. I didn't want to go train in the training room since Alpha was probably going to be there, and I wasn't going to let him see me training. If he did see me train, he'd realize how unprepared I was for the fight. Well, I could have that as a battle strategy to get him to be cocky and fück up, but Alpha wasn't that stupid. He'd fought me before, he knew me. He knew I wasn't one to mess around, and since he had been watching the fight between Abby and I, he knew weaknesses even I might not know I have.

Which was why when he accidentally slipped through the ceiling, I was thoroughly pissed.

I wasn't exactly training, but I wasn't exactly just sitting around either. When he phased through the ceiling, a fücking sword in his hand, I had just come out of the shower. That meant I had damp hair, was bare feet, and had just pulled on a loose dress. When I saw a guy in my apartment, I had freaked.

This time, I hadn't even bothered to activate the alarm systems (which I had yet to renew since the last time Alpha slipped through the ceiling), and had summoned my pistol into my hand and began to fire. 

I hadn't known who it was since I was still slightly bleary-eyed from coming out of the bathroom, so I ended up just shooting.

Shoot first, ask questions later, right?

Thankfully, Alpha did have pretty good reflexes, since he began to swing his sword, slicing two bullets in half, phasing through a couple of bullets, before catching the final bullet when I finally realized who it was.

I looked behind him. A couple of drawers were splintered, and a stack of plates had crashed onto the floor. We were both breathing heavily from the sudden adrenaline rush, and my hands were still outstretched, gun in hand. He looked around, noting the shattered room behind him. "Is that how you greet everybody who goes through the door?"

"What. The. Fück!" Each syllable meant a pillow being thrown at his face with my telekinesis. I didn't want to break any more plates, so pillows had to do.

He just sighed, letting the pillows hit him. "Okay. I deserved that."

"Have. You. No. Sense. Of. Privacy?" I continued bashing him with the same three pillows, and he just looked done. "Are you like Vision in Civil War? Use the fücking door if you want to come in! And knock! I could have been indecent! If you floated in two minutes earlier I would have been indecent and I would have wiped your memories!"

He just looked stunned now, ignoring the pillows that were attacking him. Hey, it was a reaction, okay? Don't judge me and my pillows. They're good for non-lethal projectiles.