CHAPTER 8

MALLORY'S POV

 "Mallory... Mallory." 

I heard Mom's voice, I turned around but was met with darkness. Every where was dark and I couldn't see a thing. I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. Suddenly, the lights came on and I was in our house. 

"Mallory run!"  

Mom's voice echoed. I forced my voice out.

"Where are you mom?" 

"Run! Run!" 

She kept screaming.

My eyes opened at the feel of something cold on my skin. I sat up straight and realized I was soaked. My eyes landed on the devil who stood before me grinning as he held a bucket in his hand. 

"Rise and shine princess."

I turned to the clock by my bed.

"For fuck's sake it's 2am." 

Wicked shrugged.

"I don't care. This is the time your training starts. 

I was freezing, my night gown was soaked. 

"I'll let you get changed. Meet me in the training field." 

Wicked left banging the door behind him. 

*Ugh! Your second on my blacklist Wicked.* 

I changed into some sweat pants and a black tee, I tied my hair in a ponytail. When I got to the training field, Wicked was sitting in a chair. 

"Inorder to begin I have to test your capabilities." 

He said while standing up.

"How are you going to do that." 

A wicked grin spread across his face. 

"Medusa, will fight you." 

He said and a girl stepped foward. Her skin was a deep tan and her hair was  made in corn rows. 

"So defend yourself as much as possible." 

Wicked stepped back. 

"Careful not to kill her Medusa." 

She smiled and lunged towards me. It was so all of a sudden. I managed to dodge only but she yanked my arm and pinned me on the ground. I trashed my body frantically but she held me down. She gave me a hit on my jaw. It took a few minutes for the pain to kick in before, I tasted the copper on my tongue. 

*Bitch!* 

I managed to free my hand and punch her boob. She held her chest in pain, I quickly pushed her off and sprang to my feet. She stared at me with rage  in her eyes. 

"I will kill you!" 

She shouted with her Mexican accent laced in. 

She ran towards me and I dodged yet again managing to punch her stomach as she turned. She stumbled and I hit her back with my foot. She crashed on the ground. I heard Wicked whistle and I turned to look at him. He shook his head and mouthed.

"Big mistake." 

Before I could process what he had said, Medusa pushed me hard and I fell on the ground hitting my head. Tears blurred my vision and my head throbbed. The pain hadn't fully set in when Medusa sat on me and started choking me. I was already out of air and I was already seeing small dark dots which started forming in my vision. I felt someone pull Medusa away. I sucked in air greedily as I choked. I placed a hand on my head which was still throbbing in pain. 

My vision steadied and Wicked came in view. He was laughing hysterically. 

"Calm down Medusa." 

He said in between laughter. I sat up straight and scowled at him. I turned to Medusa which had this look of icy disdain. I rolled my eyes and winced at the pain it caused. Wicked managed to stop laughing.

"It turns out this princess has a few tricks up her sleeve..." He turned to Medusa. " ... it's okay now you can leave." 

Medusa's glared at me before saying.

"Just call me when you need this Americano dead." 

She walked away leaving me grumbling and supporting my head. It still hurt so bad. 

"Walk with me." 

Wicked said as he pulled me to my feet. I was unbalanced and nearly fell but luckily, he caught me. Pain coarsed through my muscles as I tried steadying my self. When I finally found balance, Wicked let go of me. 

"Come on." 

He lead me to a room, it was painted all white and had a bed in it. I noticed a first aid box which hung from the wall , and other cabinets around. Wicked made me sit on the bed while he fetched something from the cabinets. 

"I hope you learned your first lesson when you got here." 

I licked my lips and tasted the blood there before answering. 

"And what is my first lesson supposed to be?" 

"It's better to make friends than enemies. Considering you didn't choose to battle words with me when we first met, you wouldn't be in this situation." 

I cleared my throat and my eyes settled on my feet. 

"Well.... I'm sorry, I didn't like the way you judged me." 

Wicked stood infront of me with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cloth. He poured the alcohol on the clothes and wiped the cut in my lip. I winced at the sting. 

"You know Mallory, even if you didn't like my judgement you should have proven to me that you were not who I assumed you were." 

He stopped cleaning my lip and  put and ice pack on my neck. 

"Thanks for the lesson." 

I said while holding the ice pack. Wicked put the stuff in the trash.

"You are welcome. I also accept your apology." 

I smiled softly. 

"Come on princess, you might want to rest. I heard you are Padrone's special friend. I don't want to get him mad by turning you into a street outcast." 

I laughed and stood up.

"Why do you guys call him Padrone anyways?" 

"Cuz that's who he is. He is the fucking master." 

"So much credit for one guy." 

I mummured but Wicked heard any way.

"I don't think you should say that." 

"Don't tell me you are scared of Damon." 

Wicked looked away nervously.

"Shut up spit fire. We need you to rest now." 

"Okay."