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The hand-to-hand training in the gym was normal, exhausting and sweaty, but normal. The firearms class Mel was dreading ended up being a breeze. It was an in-class tutorial about the weapons they would be using and the pros and cons of each. All in all a very uneventful night, which was all they could ask for their first night back, kind of working their way back into the run of things. No doubt tomorrow she was going to be sore and tired and worked twice as hard. But Mel didn't mind it, she liked the challenge.
As usual Mel and Tara headed back to their quarters to shower and change. Mel loved her shower. She had one of the multi-head stalls that rained down on her from every angle. The hot water soothed and loosened her muscles. She stayed under the luxurious spray until her bathroom was completely filled with steam and her fingers were beyond pruned. Stepping through the open glass door and onto her plush white bath mat she wiggled her toes and wrapped herself in a terry-cloth robe. The steam was so thick she was having a hard time seeing two feet in front of herself.
Someone could be in here with me and I wouldn't even know it. She mused. At that thought her heart quickened, not in fear but in excitement, as two possible intruders flitted through her mind's eye. Shaking her thoughts away she reached for the door handle and thrust the door open into her room. Soft music still played in the far corner of her room. She swayed to it as she dressed for the rest of the night. Worn jeans and a black zip-up hoodie over her favorite green T-shirt. She took her time drying her hair trying to keep her thoughts at bay by drowning them out with noise. It didn't work. Her dreams over the past few nights were floating around her head refusing to be filed away in the 'don't go there' section of her brain.
Growing up Dhayn and Tara had been her partners in crime, her friends, and her confidants. Life for a female in the glymera could be hard enough, but throw in the desire to fight, and you really needed people to support you. Mel still squeezed into her corsets and dresses to appease her mahmen - all too often - but she couldn't imagine making it through those parties without Dhayn and Tara. Neither of them had a mahmen to pressure them into going, but they were always there to support her and make those evenings bearable.
I suppose it isn't all bad. Mel thought, remembering the last event that she was forced to go to. She got to dance, and she lived for music. And even though she hated the fuss of getting all dolled up, she loved seeing Dhayn and Tara in their finest. She just hated dealing with all the snide comments and sideways glares. She had to deal with enough of that at home. It seemed no matter how hard she tried, she could never be perfect enough for her mahmen. And even now, as an adult, she just couldn't handle the disappointment on her mahmen's face whenever she didn't look or do things just right.
If Phyrie were still alive she'd be doing this right, Mel thought. She'd make mahmen proud and I could live my life, my own way, in peace.
But her sister wasn't around, and now Mel was left fighting the same battle with her mahmen over and over. She still didn't know that Mel was planning on becoming a Brother. At least she refused to acknowledge it if she did. Her mahmen had only agreed to the training program under the pretense of Mel learning how to defend herself. Of course that was one of the reasons why Mel was there, just not the only reason. She would not be made a victim at any cost, but her main reason for being there was to learn how to protect everyone else. She wouldn't be useless again, she would protect the ones she loved.
Memories of a dark alleyway and the smell of garbage invaded her mind. She tried to push them away but they fought their way to forefront of her mind.
It was a cold night, wet from the day's thunderstorm and the pressure in the air hinted at the bigger storm still to come. Mel and her sister were walking from the drug store to the theater; it was their first girl's night out without their parents. Phyrie had gone through her transition and was everything Mel wanted to grow up to be. She had transformed overnight into a strong and breathtakingly beautiful female. When Phy had offered to take Mel out to the movies that night Mel had been bursting with pride, which was the last time she felt anything close to it.
Phy had asked if they could go into the drug store before the movie so that she could pick up some new nail polish. Apparently the doggen weren't getting the right shade of red. It meant they'd miss the trailers but Mel didn't care, she worshipped her sister, she'd miss half the movie to make Phyrie happy.
They weren't paying attention to their surroundings as they made their way to the theater. Maybe if Phyrie had been in training, as Mel now was, she would have seen or heard the attack coming. But she wasn't, and they never saw the males until it was too late. As they were passing a long dark alleyway two strong men shoved them into the darkness. Phyrie was quick to recover, but was too late, they had Mel from behind and held a gun to her head.
Mel could feel the cold steal pressing into her temple and could smell aftershave on the hand that covered her mouth. She wanted to kick and scream and bite, but even as a youngling she knew to stay still. She knew by the terrified look on Phyrie's face.
"Let her go," Phyrie pleaded. "She's just a child, I'll stay here, I'll do anything you want, just let her go."
"Yes, you will, but we're keeping the little one for leverage," a voice said from the shadows, his body blocked by a dumpster. Mel couldn't see the third man, but she could hear his laughter and it felt like spiders were crawling up her spine. Mel shuddered and watched Phyrie's eyes go wide with terror.
The other man that Mel was able see didn't have a gun, he had a switchblade, that he was flipping in and out with ease. "Try anything, and she dies," he threatened pointing the knife at Mel "Scream, and she dies," he motioned again with the knife. "Don't do anything we tell you to, and she dies. Do we have an understanding?"
"Alright anything, just don't hurt her," Phyrie said with tremors in her voice.
Mel was shaking slightly but was holding back her tears. She had to be brave in front of her sister. Phyrie wasn't crying, so she wouldn't cry either. But then the man with the knife knelt in front of Mel and looked her right in the eye.
"I'm going to gag you now. Don't scream or my friend here is going to hurt you. Do you understand?" Mel hated that tears fell as she nodded.
As the man behind her removed his hand, Mel held in her sobs, but shook from the effort. They shoved a piece of fabric in her mouth and pressed a piece of duct tape across her face from ear to ear. Next they bound her hands behind her back and sat her on an old foldout chair. She squirmed as they taped her legs to the chair, and then moved to secure her midsection to the back of it. When they were through, Mel couldn't move a muscle, or make a sound.
She could see clearly though, her eyes having adjusted to the darkness. The gunman was short and chubby with long greasy brown hair. He was wearing leather pants and a leather vest with a scull embroidered on the back. The man with the knife was taller and dressed the same but he had no hair and a scar running from behind his left ear to the base of his neck. She still couldn't see the man in the shadows but she could hear him giving her sister orders.
"You're going to come over here and play while my friends watch your sister," he said in an eerily playful tone.
"Aren't you going to tie me up and gag me too?" Phyrie asked, puzzled. Her voice sounded too monotone, too…dead to Mel's ears.
"Don't want or need to," he replied with another laugh that sent the invisible spiders crawling again. "You're going to play nice or they're going to hurt your little sister, and I know you wouldn't want to be responsible for her loosing an eye or an ear would you?"
Mel was crying in earnest now, all her attempts at bravery melting away with her tears. She didn't understand what this man wanted but it couldn't be good. Phyrie looked from the shadows to Mel and back again. Her gaze was tortured and her breathing ragged. Mel could see the tears streaming down Phyrie's face and that did it. She had thought that Phyrie was strong enough to take these human guys. She had been scared, but she thought her sister was killing time until she thought of the perfect plan. But as she saw the defeat in her sister's eyes as she slowly walked into the shadows, she realized the truth, Phyrie wasn't going to save her, no one was. That's when the world faded to black.
The next thing Mel was aware of was someone shaking her awake. The smell of aftershave was back in her nose and she immediately tried to struggle away, but she was still taped to the chair, and horrified that it wasn't all a dream. The man's hands left her shoulders when she raised her watery bronze eyes to meet his brown ones, a look of pity overtook him and he turned quickly away.
"I just don't see why. It's sick man. This isn't what I agreed to." The knife guys voice was coming from the shadows now too.
"I'm with Vin on this one. This wasn't part of the deal" the gunman said as he turned to face the others.
"I don't give a fuck what you think. You can leave, I'm not stopping you, and I don't need your help anymore tonight." The voice from the shadows spoke with anger in his voice. "Just don't get in my fucking way, or I swear I'll kill both of you."
Mel heard a clicking noise, and then the two men were backing toward her, out of the shadows. They turned and ran down the alley making a right onto the street. That's when she heard the crying and searched to pinpoint where it was coming from.
Suddenly her sister was pushed out from behind the dumpster, her hair a mess and her makeup all over her face - her pretty pink dress was ripped and dirty. She landed unceremoniously on her hands and knees and scrambled toward where Mel was sitting.
"Stop" the man demanded, and she did. Apologizing to Mel with her eyes she sat back on her feet, kneeing. There was a loud bang, Mel's heart was in her throat. A dark spot appeared over Phyrie's heart, it quickly grew until the front of her shirt was stained dark. Mel watched as the life faded out of her sister's eyes, and she crumpled to the wet pavement. Mel blacked out again to the sound of distant sirens growing louder and louder.
The knocking on her door brought Mel back to the present, where she was on the floor shaking. She bolted to her feet when the door opened, trying her best to pull herself together. Tara walked in and when she saw Mel's face she quickly closed the door, crossed the room and wrapped her arms around her.
Mel broke down into tears. If it was anyone else she would have put up a front, but Tara knew everything, and Mel could never hide her feelings from her other half. Tara had been there to get her through it all after coming home that night, and she'd helped her get through every breakdown since.
Mel pulled back, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. Tara just nodded with a small smile. After a few deep breaths and a glass of water from her bathroom, Mel headed down the hall with Tara to meet Dhayn. Just outside the door Mel grabbed Tara's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thanks Tara, just…thanks."
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