Synthetic Beauty (re-posted)

Chapter Twelve: Falling for a rogue

Phoebes hand rests miraculously in front of her eyes totally unscathed. What seems like a malicious laugh comes from a figure in front of Phoebe, the man with the sword. He retrieves the black scarf from his face. It reveals white hair that glows from the top of his head. Everything of his appearance reminds Phoebe of a stereotypical grandpa except his razor sharp teeth.

"Why are you laughing?" Phoebe cradles her hand like a baby.

"I am Doctor Rosenhough. I created your body. I am seeing my experiment is working," Dr. Rosenhough Smiles sweetly.

"You don't look like a Doctor. Plus, your experiment working? Is being special new or something?" Phoebe twirls a piece of her now black hair.

The Doctor smiles again and grabs Phoebes arms, "Jocelynn, look at your arms."

Phoebe inspects the twisting and twirling of the black tattoos imprinted on her silky white skin.

"What does it do?" Phoebe continues to inspect her arms with pure interest.

"It gives you a special ability. Your power was inspired by Athena, the goddess of strategy and war. I also added a special one you'll find out about soon enough. In fact you learned it through the sharks." he smiles again.

"Poseidon? Have you given me poseidons powers?" Phoebe stares in shock at her arms.

"Yes I have. Therefore your new name is Posena. Got that, Jocelynn?" he peers over the top of his old styled glasses.

"yes sir," Phoebe clasps her hands in front of her.

An arm wraps around her broad shoulders, making her whip the arm around in front of her. The owner of the arm lies on the ground in front of her. Shaggy jet black hair surrounds a nonchalant face. His black eyes pierce into her own. A black training suit strains against his large muscles.

"Ah so here's the newbie! I can't wait to show her around!" says the man with a seductive smirk.

"Who are you?" Phoebe crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"You can call me Sensei Kyle! I'll be your 'special' coach from now on," he winks a black eye at Phoebe.

A black fabric foot slams into his face, his eyes following the leg up to Phoebe.

"Then let's begin." This time it's Phoebes turn to smirk. Suddenly Phoebe finds herself falling to the ground, but the impact never comes. Instead, warm arms surround her waist.

"Hold on there newbie. You have today as your rest day, not as training." Kyle smiles at her as Phoebe stares at him in shock and helplessly lies in his strong arms.

"Kyle," a stern voice scorns, "enough."

At the same time Phoebe and Kyle look up at Captain Smith.

"Sorry, Captain," Kyle hangs his head, propping Phoebe back up on her feet.

"So Jocelynn, how was the obstacle?" Captain Smith's lips pull into a gentle smile.

"I'm not Jocelynn anymore. I'm Posena. The combination of Poseidon and Athena," Phoebe smiles.

"Ah, yes Posena! I see you've met Kyle! He's one if our finest," Kyle puffs out his chest in a proud way,"but," Kyles chest deflates,"he tends to be a little mischievous and rash. We were going to pair you with someone else, but no one else was available,sorry Posena," Captain Smith frowns.

"Awe I'm not THAT bad, Bud! I'm too awesome to be a burden," Kyle smirks and winks at Phoebe again.

"Will you stop that! I'm not some girl you can play with! I am Posena McCulleck! Not a girl toy for you to flirt with. I'm you're student. Keep it that way," Phoebe shoots invisible daggers at a nonchalant Kyle.

"Challenge accepted," Kyle says twirling a piece of Phoebe's hair.

"What? What do you mean?" Phoebe pulls back away from him.

"challenge accepted," he repeats while pursing his lips.

"Dr. Rosenhough, are you sure there aren't others?" Phoebe asks, a twinge of desperateness lingers in her voice.

"I'm sure, but you will be learning from the best!" he looks at Kyle in the way that brings the reminiscing of a parent telling a child to be good.

"Well if he pulls anything he's dead!" Phoebe crosses her arms again.

"Okay Posena. Let's go train," Kyle grabs Phoebes arm and pulls her down many corridors that seem to stretch or shrink.

After going through many corridors, they finally make it to a small room at the end of the hall.

"Go in, Posena," Kyle gestures inside.

"thanks," Phoebe mumbles. After making her way inside, a thought occurs to her.

"Wait a minute, todays my rest day no training. And wait... this is a bedroom! Kyle, wha-" Phoebe's lips collide with Kyle's. He smirks under the kiss which Phoebe stands in shock at.

Butterflies fill her stomach and a strange feeling builds in her chest.

"Has the challenge been accomplished?" Kyle breathes onto her lips.

"Kyle! I-I don't even kn-know you!" Phoebe exclaims backing away a little bit. This feeling she has with Kyle seems so real... Unlike Tyler's. His kiss seemed like synthetic cloud nine. It wasn't real. Kyles was everything that she had heard about. There were butterflies and feelings.

"Whats your real name, Posena?" Kyle asks in reply to her question.

"Jocelynn M-McCulleck..." Phoebe stutters under his warmth.

"Bullshit. What's your real name, Jocelynn?" Kyle breathes out.

She didn't want to tell him, but somehow she thinks he knows, "Phoebe Gliniwinkle."

"So you are Phoebe Gliniwinkle. Hmmm... well the Captain seems to have a thing for you, Jocelynn, or Phoebe, but I won't let you too close to him. He's a killing machine. You wouldn't want to fall for a killing machine, would you?" Kyle asks, pulling away from her and sitting down on a twenty first century swinging chair.

"Well, no. I wasn't anyways... I have a boyfriend at home! I can't do this!" Phoebe says exasperated.

"Let me tell you something, this rebellion steals people everyday from their normal homes and force them to fight for them. Like me. You think I wanted this?! You think I wanted to be chained like a dog?! You think I enjoyed killing my one and only true love?! She fought against me and died during battle because of me! You better get over that boyfriend or you'll end up like me..." Kyle whispers.

"Kyle... I'm-I'm so sorry..." Phoebe says as her only reaction.

"Well it was a life lesson. Don't trust anyone rely on yourself. Everyone else will let you down..." Kyle clasps his fingers together.

Phoebe furrows her brow, "I wouldn't hurt you..."

"What if there was a decision between the Captain, your boyfriend, and me? Who would you choose?" Kyle asks inquisitively.

"I-I don't think I know you well enough to choose you or the captain over my boyfriend..." Phoebe puts her hands behind her back.

"I thought so." Kyle frowns.

"It's not that I don't trust you, it's just I don't know you that well," Phoebe feels a sudden longing to trust him, but knew better. Why would she even have to decide between Tyler, Captain Smith, and Kyle anyways? How did he come up with such an atrocious idea?