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who had grown up a little messed up.
"So. Ready to get back to your training? The sooner you get the hang of this, the sooner we can all get back to our normal lives," Jamie said.
"Sure, just one more thing. Is that why you go by Abbot?"
"I didn't want to have to go through the same story over and over again. In these circles, everyone has heard of the Argyle abduction case..."
Matt remembered how weird it was to feel everyone's stares when he'd first been faced with the Alliance team. "Fair enough."
"You know what?" Jamie asked.
"What?"
"You and I just had an entire argument without you sprouting fur or claws. That's not bad at all." Jamie grinned at him, then, without prior warning charged at him, pushing Matt against the wall with a loud thud.
It hurt, and the concrete might as well be covered in ice, but instead of responding with aggression, Matt focused on another image. Another source of calm. The image of Leah balancing an impossible number of little parcels in her arms on the way to her car.
He had to get through this. And if Jamie indeed managed to keep an eye on what Margaret was up to, perhaps it wouldn't turn out so bad.
She was fine; she had to be. Leah was a strong woman, and once he got back home, he'd explain everything to her.
Matt saw the next blow coming from the corner of his eye and ducked out of the way, causing Jamie to hit his fist into the wall.
"Damn," Jamie growled, as he turned around.
A glimmer of something different appeared in his eyes. A fiery amber, which Matt had only seen a few times before: in his own eyes in the mirror, when he'd felt his sanity slipping away.
"Gotcha! How does it feel to be pissed off, bro? Looks like you're very close to losing control yourself now," Matt quipped.
Jamie frowned. "Very funny, just you wait 'til I get you again, little one."
Matt scoffed. Little one? Matt was at least as tall, if not taller than Jamie was. And they were both built, more so than regular humans.
He stood his ground for the next attack, both his feet planted firmly on the ground. This time, when Jamie hit him, he felt it rattle his bones despite the gloves. He wanted to turn; he wanted to retaliate so badly, but he didn't budge. Only the slightest flutter passed over his skin, its texture changing only for a moment, before morphing back into its usual, human appearance.
"Better. And again," Jamie ordered.
Matt took a deep breath, fighting with every fiber in his body against the survival instinct that had developed in their kind over thousands of years. It's common wisdom in the human world, not to suppress your emotions, and yet that's exactly what this training was about.
How stupid this whole secrecy thing was, anyway. Everyone was afraid of the unknown, so if the objective was not to create fear in humans, wouldn't it actually make sense to be transparent?
None of this would have ever happened if people had just been honest with Matt while growing up. And now he had to pay for it, in this cold, dark, horrible place, with his very own brother trying to rile him up.
Ridiculous.
Matt's jaw tightened as he withstood another one of Jamie's assaults.
"Good job. Keep this up, and we'll be able to progress to the next stage: outdoor training," Jamie remarked.
Chapter Nine
For days, Leah had been keeping too much of an eye on the house next door - Matt's house. And yet, she hadn't seen the slightest curtain twitch or sign of movement at all.
It was nerve wracking.
By Thursday, his weekly grocery delivery came and went, and his door didn't open for that either.
That was the last straw for Leah, who had started imagining all sorts of horror scenarios.
What if he hadn't been ignoring her, but something bad had happened to him? What if he was unwell or worse and unable to respond to her repeated messages - or the doorbell? What if more of the same people who had come into her house to take her, had also broken into his place and successfully abducted him before those
"So. Ready to get back to your training? The sooner you get the hang of this, the sooner we can all get back to our normal lives," Jamie said.
"Sure, just one more thing. Is that why you go by Abbot?"
"I didn't want to have to go through the same story over and over again. In these circles, everyone has heard of the Argyle abduction case..."
Matt remembered how weird it was to feel everyone's stares when he'd first been faced with the Alliance team. "Fair enough."
"You know what?" Jamie asked.
"What?"
"You and I just had an entire argument without you sprouting fur or claws. That's not bad at all." Jamie grinned at him, then, without prior warning charged at him, pushing Matt against the wall with a loud thud.
It hurt, and the concrete might as well be covered in ice, but instead of responding with aggression, Matt focused on another image. Another source of calm. The image of Leah balancing an impossible number of little parcels in her arms on the way to her car.
He had to get through this. And if Jamie indeed managed to keep an eye on what Margaret was up to, perhaps it wouldn't turn out so bad.
She was fine; she had to be. Leah was a strong woman, and once he got back home, he'd explain everything to her.
Matt saw the next blow coming from the corner of his eye and ducked out of the way, causing Jamie to hit his fist into the wall.
"Damn," Jamie growled, as he turned around.
A glimmer of something different appeared in his eyes. A fiery amber, which Matt had only seen a few times before: in his own eyes in the mirror, when he'd felt his sanity slipping away.
"Gotcha! How does it feel to be pissed off, bro? Looks like you're very close to losing control yourself now," Matt quipped.
Jamie frowned. "Very funny, just you wait 'til I get you again, little one."
Matt scoffed. Little one? Matt was at least as tall, if not taller than Jamie was. And they were both built, more so than regular humans.
He stood his ground for the next attack, both his feet planted firmly on the ground. This time, when Jamie hit him, he felt it rattle his bones despite the gloves. He wanted to turn; he wanted to retaliate so badly, but he didn't budge. Only the slightest flutter passed over his skin, its texture changing only for a moment, before morphing back into its usual, human appearance.
"Better. And again," Jamie ordered.
Matt took a deep breath, fighting with every fiber in his body against the survival instinct that had developed in their kind over thousands of years. It's common wisdom in the human world, not to suppress your emotions, and yet that's exactly what this training was about.
How stupid this whole secrecy thing was, anyway. Everyone was afraid of the unknown, so if the objective was not to create fear in humans, wouldn't it actually make sense to be transparent?
None of this would have ever happened if people had just been honest with Matt while growing up. And now he had to pay for it, in this cold, dark, horrible place, with his very own brother trying to rile him up.
Ridiculous.
Matt's jaw tightened as he withstood another one of Jamie's assaults.
"Good job. Keep this up, and we'll be able to progress to the next stage: outdoor training," Jamie remarked.
Chapter Nine
For days, Leah had been keeping too much of an eye on the house next door - Matt's house. And yet, she hadn't seen the slightest curtain twitch or sign of movement at all.
It was nerve wracking.
By Thursday, his weekly grocery delivery came and went, and his door didn't open for that either.
That was the last straw for Leah, who had started imagining all sorts of horror scenarios.
What if he hadn't been ignoring her, but something bad had happened to him? What if he was unwell or worse and unable to respond to her repeated messages - or the doorbell? What if more of the same people who had come into her house to take her, had also broken into his place and successfully abducted him before those
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