Not what it seems in Lima

First session

I do not own glee or any of its characters, only my own OC's Johnathan and Elijah. I'm not getting profit from this story it's purely for entertainment.

Face claim for Elijah Rachel's dad! Mr Joe Manganiello

Rachel's pov

I'm not sure what I expected when Shelby said we would start training but it wasn't this, I'm currently standing in her basement again my arms visibly trembling in effort as Shelby shoots fire streams from her hands in rapid succession at me with seemingly no end in sight, her fire a deep blue in comparison to my own. My muscles ache and strain as I try to keep up my own wall of living flames up against her Brutal assault.

My purple flames spit out in sharp wild burst, slamming into the fire wall I'm barely holding up, the outer flames lashing out in different directions searching for something to grasp in a fiery clutch. My eyes stare intensely at the flaming wall, sweat dripping from my brows, my damping purple streaked hair clinging to my face as I struggle to maintain the energy to keep it up any longer, my feet slowly sliding back as the speed and impact of Shelby's own fiery assault pushes against my construct.

"Focus Rachel, you can do this, I want you to hold it for one more minute" she tells me her voice just barley raised above the constant crackling sound of her fire. One more minute she says like we haven't been doing this for almost 30 minutes now. Blinking slowly as I shake my head in weariness I stretch my arms out further attempting to put the wall keeping her at bay forward, digging the heels of my feet into the ground harder using my strength to stomp a small imprint into the ground as I do.

Her eyes flicker down to my feet a whisper of a smile gracing her face before she lightens her ambush of fire with one hand and catching me off guard as she whips her right hand back before curving it towards me, a sudden blue fireball hurtling towards my side. Gasping I attempt to swing to my left arm away from my fire wall and counter her throw but the split in my focus was all that was needed, my wall flickers twice and instantly drops.

Her main stream of fire slams Into my chest, the force sending me hurtling into the wall. A loud resounding crack follows as the cemented wall behind me leaves a splintered look. "Fuck!" I rasp out, groaning deeply as the wind feels like it's been knocked out of me. Rolling onto my side I try to stand, a sharp stinging in the back of head as I do, reaching back I feel my head, pulling my hand out in front to notice blood coating my fingers.

"What's the point of this anyway other than to make me bleed" I mutter out angrily, grabbing a napkin from my discarded bag she had left in the corner when she brought me here. Dabbing it at the sore spot on my head, my voice escapes me briefly as I look at it noticing there wasn't any blood on it. The vague memory of the time shortly after I got these powers, of me slicing my finger open cooking and it healing within two minutes crosses my mind. "That wasn't a fair shot either, I could have blocked both if I wasn't so tired and if you had warned me" I say annoyance dripping from my throat as I crumple the napkin the pain in my head slowly dimming by the seconds the wound healing.

Shelby chuckling makes me snap my head up towards her "that's the point Rachel that right there" she responds pointing at the balled up napkin. "A fight isn't fair and whoever you're fighting won't care if you're tired or hurt or prepared. They will do whatever it takes to win. You need to expect the unexpected and be able to fight through the pain. No matter how brief it last." Her tone serious but underlying with faint amusement

"You couldn't have just said that? We came down here and you immediately attacked no words or warning." I say grumbling even if I see her point.

"Your powers are emotional based, you haven't gained experience for them to be anything else yet, the biggest emotion a person can feel is fear, your flight or fight response gets triggered. You have to learn to overcome that, so that you have the upper hand of logic." She motions to the chairs in the back for us to sit