Chapter Eighteen #3
“Well that explains how we didn’t know you, we go to the academy, it’s for high level teams who have had some kind of exposure to the supernatural.
The teams are trained to hunt rouge supernaturals.
” Her eyes grow hard and I wonder what her story is, “and obviously those that are in a Soulmate Bond attend too.”
My mind stalls on the word supernatural, seeing my wide-eyed stare her own eyes widen.
“Holy shit, how recently did you find out about the bond?”
I pause to think and realise with a start that it’s only been two days, holy fuck a lot has happened.
“Two days and we didn’t get a full explanation because we had to deal with other things first. So basically, I know nothing. Supernaturals?” I question because I simply have to know.
“Ok quick crash course, those childhood myths and stories that you’re told as a kid?”
I nod.
“Those are all real.”
“All of them?” I say incredulously.
“Yep,” she says popping the ‘p’ “of course they’ve been embellished somewhat, and they aren’t all facts, but the bones of the stories are true.”
“Holy fucking crapballs!” I curse, causing the other team to chuckle.
“So, if you’re still in training, why are you out on assignments?” I ask.
“It’s part of the training, this was only supposed to be surveillance and not really dangerous.” Damon explains.
“Thomas is the head of the,” I pause, “hang on what the fuck is your organisation called?” I ask realising actually, I have no fucking clue.
“Holy fuck, how do you not know that?” Erin asks, I open my mouth to answer but she stops me, “you know what never mind, we, your guys too, all work for the Supernatural Protection Agency or S.P.A for short which is a fucking joke in itself because the training academy is anything but a spa. Your guys are a part of the human side though, they won’t know anything about the supernatural. ” She tells me.
“Hang on, Thomas?” Dash booms.
“You mean Mr. S?” Damon questions.
I nod, thinking over the information Erin’s just given me.
“Girl, we have a lot to talk about after this.” I shrug in response “But Mr. S is the head honcho of the whole division, someone different obviously runs the academy though.” She explains.
“Ah ok. So, what about . . .”
I never get to finish my sentence as the door is slammed open and I once again straighten my spine and swallow my shriek, as pain shoots through my shoulder.
Shit I need to sort that out as soon as possible or it’s just going to get worse.
The man that enters the room is in his late fifties with greying hair at the temples.
He looks like a typical businessman, but there’s a cold calculating look hidden in his eyes, that instantly makes me more alert.
I can tell from the sudden straightened postures of Erin and her team that they’ve sensed it too.
This man is dangerous and deadly and there is something vaguely familiar about him although I can’t figure out why.
“I thought I might pay you a visit dear, after all we once knew each other very well.” The man’s dark eyes scan me from head to toe in a detached disinterest, “you have grown since then; I wonder if you’ve managed to access your powers yet?”
My stomach drops and my veins fill with ice, with startling clarity I realise who he is, he’s the older version of the man in the suit from my memory, the disgusting bastard that ordered the experiments to be done to me.
I feel like there’s a puzzle piece missing though, like I’m not seeing the entire picture.
All these people are connected somehow, all these pieces of my life that I once thought were completely separate, in actuality really aren’t.
I just need to figure out how they’re connected.
“Shall we find out if you’ve become useful my dear?”
My pulse speeds up and mouth goes dry. I’m terrified.
Before I can make any move to fight, two men dressed head to toe in black come barrelling in the room.
They head straight towards me; I can feel the panic claw its way up my throat and I shoot a panicked look towards the others.
Whatever they see in my eyes has them all fighting twice as hard as they were too get free, screaming obscenities at the man in the business suit.
It just causes him to chuckle, completely unconcerned by the threats being hurled at him.
Seeing that they aren’t going to be able to help, I make a desperate decision that I pray I can come back from.
I go to the place inside me that I haven’t had to use since my gorgeous guys came into my life, I sink so far into myself that I appear unresponsive and stoic. My struggles suddenly cease. My eyes become cold and unemotional. My heartbeat calms and my breaths even out.
I can’t feel. I’m aware as I look at the other team, that I’ve scared them.
Instead of hurling insults at the man in the suit, they call out my name cursing when I don’t respond.
I’m capable of responding, I just choose not to.
My spine straightens and I calmly walk out of the room between the two guards.
I’m aware that the Soulmate Bond lines have become dull, so dull they’re almost invisible but they are still there, if I was able, I’d be panicking over it but then again if I was able to feel, they wouldn’t be dull in the first place. I mentally shrug.
The sounds of the others cursing follow me down the corridor. A part of me realises that if I do manage to come back from this unfeeling state, I might regret that I so easily dismissed them, the thought is fleeting and is gone before it can actually gain any traction.