Formation

Formation: Chapter 1

"Shit!"

One of his armoured bodyguards moved first. Three of them altogether, with impressive strength. Alchemy didn't mess around when he was choosing them. Plucking out the most skilled fighters with the least to lose.

Paying them extravagantly to make up for any pains.

Hunger spiked in my mind when my elbow shot up. Perfectly shattering the bridge of a once symmetrical nose. Honestly, there was nothing more satisfying than that crunching noise.

Blood spurted from the broken skin, but it was nothing more than a distraction. These men were trained to ignore pain to focus on opponents. Truthfully, I didn't mind that either. All this stress balled up in me now had a new rel.

Movements were fluid to me. My body made them without my minds permission, swift and agile. It almost felt like everyone else was moving in slow motion. I couldn't blame them; humans will always be outmatched against Splices.

We are, after all, genetically built weapons.

When blood touched my tongue, and knuckles hit my chin; it was exhilarating. Breathing became difficult because of my mounting excitement. Blurring the severity of the situation, even when my back collided with a wall, and my head spun.

It was like my head had been pulled out an oven.

Suddenly, one of the fighters was hauled off me. Leaving me with a desperate hunger to finish the stodgy one I was left with. A feral scream escaped me as I launched at him, knuckles split from the force I hit him with.

Until he was on the ground, unmoving.

But it wasn't enough; I could still feel the beat of his heart. I'd never wanted to be rid of a sound so desperately before. Nothing had ever been so infuriating in my life and trust me; I was angry.

I'm always angry.

"Selene!" The voice was a thundering echo. Somewhere distant, where I couldn't reach it, "Six!"

A hand coiled around my wrist tight enough to snap it. Wrenching my arm behind me and I let out a furious roar. Coming face to face with discoloured marble eyes that dug into me, holding me hostage.

Rough skin rubbed against mine, making a new kind of emotion take hold.

"Let go!" I complained, breaking the hold. Barely halting the heat inside my body, "I had it under control!"

Theo stared at me like I was insane. Strong brows quirking challengingly, "You haven't had it under control for months," Theo deadpanned, voice like pins digging into my skin, "But you better start trying, or we're going to have an issue."

My jaw clenched shut tight. Enough for it to click but I couldn't argue, because what would I say? I didn't need to embarrass myself by letting him catch me in a lie. Inhaling deeply, I threw the limp body one last disdained glare.

"I need to go!" I snapped, taking note of the second body on the ground. spotting the third trying to crawl to safety, "Or we're going to lose him!"

Theo let out a low snarl. The noise didn't help with the new feelings chorusing through me. Neither did looking at him. Especially because he looked so different now, more smouldering, if even possible.

Or maybe it wasn't that at all; maybe it was something else.

There were no traces of humour across his strong features, "You better not," He warned me, watching me break into a jog. But I could still hear his voice, like he was speaking in my ear, "We've put too much into this to let your temper screw it up."