Chapter One : Elite Force (In My Blood)
"Agh-" My head spins as I'm slammed onto the floor, but I quickly stand back up. I'm much quicker than my opponent. I dodge a quick punch, veering to my right.
"That all you got," I whip my head around, trying to see where my opponent went. I hear a quick beating heart, but I can't tell where it's coming from. I'm suddenly rammed on my left side, pushed up against a wall, my opponent shapeshifts into a werewolf, knawing at me. I know it seems cliche, a werewolf and vampire, but I guess this was kinda my choice.
In one swift movement I sweep him off his hind legs and he plummets to the floor, I veer over him and grasp his neck, pinning him down. He quickly shapeshifts back to his normal form.
"You win, you win Max," he groans. "I'm getting tired of training with you. You always win." He says rubbing his head.
"I went easy on you," I smirk.
"Shut up," he says while smiling on the floor.
Just then I hear a set of double doors open. The area lights up, and I'm temporarily blinded. We're in a large room with a one sided window. A woman in a labcoat walks out, holding a clipboard and turning through pages. She has long, rich, dark hair, and glasses rested on a rigid nose.
"You did wonderful Maxwell," she says delighted.
"Really Ms. Anand?" I ask.
"I think you're about ready," she says, biting the end of a pen. "Also, just Marcy please."
I still wasn't used to calling her Marcy.
"Have you heard of the Elite Force?" She looks up at me.
"Huh?" I rub my head.
"The Elite Force is the highest ranked people in the agency," she says, looking back at her clipboard and pushing up her glasses.
"You think I'm worthy enough to be in that?" I ask her, doubting myself.
"Well your senses are higher than that of any other person in this agency. Your statistics say that you're ready Max," Marcy says quickly, I see her walk towards a table, picking up more papers.
"So when do I start?" I ask before she scurries out the door.
"As soon as tomorrow. I'll need to speak to the head and I'll see what I can do. For now-" she takes her papers, wrapping it in a binder. "I have some paperwork to do. Have a good day Maxwell."
I nod as she walks away. I hated the name Maxwell, but I guess if Marcy says it I'm fine. I glance to my hands, they're trembling. It's nearly noon. I head out of the same double doors and whisk my duffle bags off of the floor. I find my way into the hall, reaching a bathroom. I open my bags and grab out a clean shirt, changing. I dig around looking for something.
"There," I say to myself, grabbing out a syringe. I take it to my wrist and inject the liquid into my bloodstream. I clentch my teeth together. I've done this many times before, but I don't think I'll ever get used to it. The bathroom smelled like garlic.
Sometimes, I wish I could back in time.
"That all you got," I whip my head around, trying to see where my opponent went. I hear a quick beating heart, but I can't tell where it's coming from. I'm suddenly rammed on my left side, pushed up against a wall, my opponent shapeshifts into a werewolf, knawing at me. I know it seems cliche, a werewolf and vampire, but I guess this was kinda my choice.
In one swift movement I sweep him off his hind legs and he plummets to the floor, I veer over him and grasp his neck, pinning him down. He quickly shapeshifts back to his normal form.
"You win, you win Max," he groans. "I'm getting tired of training with you. You always win." He says rubbing his head.
"I went easy on you," I smirk.
"Shut up," he says while smiling on the floor.
Just then I hear a set of double doors open. The area lights up, and I'm temporarily blinded. We're in a large room with a one sided window. A woman in a labcoat walks out, holding a clipboard and turning through pages. She has long, rich, dark hair, and glasses rested on a rigid nose.
"You did wonderful Maxwell," she says delighted.
"Really Ms. Anand?" I ask.
"I think you're about ready," she says, biting the end of a pen. "Also, just Marcy please."
I still wasn't used to calling her Marcy.
"Have you heard of the Elite Force?" She looks up at me.
"Huh?" I rub my head.
"The Elite Force is the highest ranked people in the agency," she says, looking back at her clipboard and pushing up her glasses.
"You think I'm worthy enough to be in that?" I ask her, doubting myself.
"Well your senses are higher than that of any other person in this agency. Your statistics say that you're ready Max," Marcy says quickly, I see her walk towards a table, picking up more papers.
"So when do I start?" I ask before she scurries out the door.
"As soon as tomorrow. I'll need to speak to the head and I'll see what I can do. For now-" she takes her papers, wrapping it in a binder. "I have some paperwork to do. Have a good day Maxwell."
I nod as she walks away. I hated the name Maxwell, but I guess if Marcy says it I'm fine. I glance to my hands, they're trembling. It's nearly noon. I head out of the same double doors and whisk my duffle bags off of the floor. I find my way into the hall, reaching a bathroom. I open my bags and grab out a clean shirt, changing. I dig around looking for something.
"There," I say to myself, grabbing out a syringe. I take it to my wrist and inject the liquid into my bloodstream. I clentch my teeth together. I've done this many times before, but I don't think I'll ever get used to it. The bathroom smelled like garlic.
Sometimes, I wish I could back in time.
