Being A Savior

Chapter Two

Most of my early years were spent with my mother. My father rarely is in my memories, and I can only conclude that he wasn't around much. I remember how quickly his warm brown eyes could go cold in rage. I remember my mother always fidgeting around his tall frame, but that is literally all I have. When I would ask my mother why he was gone, she would reply, "Daddy has a very important job to attend to." And that was that. I always hoped for a different answer, maybe a sliver of actual information, but it never came. Could it be possible that he wanted nothing to do with me? Was I disgrace to him? My heart sinks at the thought, that has to be it.

I release my finger from the thick string on the bow, and the arrow whizzes through the air. It pierces the dummy, right where the heart is. After hours of practicing, I have made three giant holes right where the heart is on dummies. Mac yanks the arrow out of the new dummy, and hands me the bow. I replace it in the bow, and raise it up to fire. Mac lowers the bow, and yanks the bow from my grasp. I glare at him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Stopping you from destroying all the dummies we have!"

As I walk to a new station, I mimic him. Foster snorts, and I do my best to control my firey palms. I grab some tape, and wrap it around my knuckles. Quickly, I slam my fist into the hanging sand bag. I go into repetitive swings and hooks, so I retreat into my thoughts like

always.

The first thing that pops into my mind, is Aker. His brown hair was always askew, and very often had dirt smidged dimples. My nights were spent full of whispers, and giggles. Sometimes, Foster would come up and ask what was going on. Aker would quickly jump out the window, and stick to the side of the house. I would always give Foster a sweet innocent smile, and he would shake his head, muttering words such as devil child. If Aker wanted to know if it was safe to come in, he would whistle in such a high pitch that Foster couldn't hear it.

As soon as the first tear forms, I dash out of the training room. The boys pause to look at me, but I speed past them, and run into a dark hallway. I lean against the cool wall, trying to calm myself down. If you want to defeat your demon, then you need to forget all the feelings you have for him. Feelings. I can't believe I have feelings for a demon. How did I not know he was a demon all those years ago. I was trained to spot them from a mile away. Deep down, I know I knew, but I didn't want to accept it.

A shrill whistle jolts me out of my thoughts. My heart freezes, and I stop dead in my spot. Suddenly, I am slamed against the wall, and a small shriek escapes my lips. Aker chuckles, and a shiver travels down my spine. His hand grazes my cheek, and as much as I want to be revolted, I can't be. I squirm underneath his touch, and my body grows hot. "I know you want me." He growls softly.

A cool sweat starts to wash over me, and mixed emotions cloud my head. I need to hate you. I need to kill you. But I feel like if I do, a part of me will die with him. His soft, cool lips press against my neck, and it feels like my skin is burning. But not a bad burning, a burning that I want to manufest my whole body. His lips travel all over, and I suppress a moan. "Tell me you want me Ember."

A hot bubble forms in my stomach, and I dig my fingernails into his forearms. "Aker...no..."

A goose bump raising growl hits my ears, "Ember."

Catching him off gaurd, I shove him off of me. His green eyes pierce mine, and they make me feel naked. "Ember, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."

"Go away." I say sternly.

His green eyes glow, illuminating the area around him, "The hard way it is then."

He disapears, and I shriek. The scream bubbles out, a sudden wave of terror washed over me as he said those six words. Uncontrolable sobs surround me as I think of the horrid things that may be ahead. My knees buckle, and I colapse into myself. Never in my life have I been this terrified, well at least not since I was taken. I just don't understand what I did to deserve this. However, I guess nobody really deserves the hell they live in. My mother's angelic face shimmers into my mind, and I softly sing, "And from your lips, she drew the hallelujah."

Painfully, I stand up, and shakily make my way back to the training room. Mac is waiting with a concerned look on his face. "You okay?"

Without a second thought, I take his arm, and twist it at an unnatural angle. He yelps in pain, and I throw his body on the ground. Dale drops the shotput that was in his grasp right on his toe. He curses loudly, and starts hopping around like a kangaroo. Angrily, I storm out, my feet clanging against the metal floors. I barge into Foster's room, "I want to leave."

He continues to read his newspaper, "After you are fully trained."

I chuck his lamp across the room, "I DO NOT WANT TO GO TO THE UNDERWORLD!"

"Oh really?" He asks, slightly amused.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me, and start to drag me away. Foster smiles, "This wasn't ment to be a punishment...but now...I guess it will be."

Authors note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HOHOHO!

Hoe made u smile

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