Why us? (Pokemon fanfic)

43- Twisted memories

I groaned loudly as I flopped onto my bed, feeling pain in each and every muscle from over use. For the past fourteen hours I'd been forced to 'train' under Kathrine's watch with only three short breaks all day, once in the morning, a lunch break and again in the afternoon. Over all it wasn't overly difficult to manage apart from the fact I was running on a few hours sleep and I had very little time to recover after each of the 100 rounds I'd been though, each getting progressively harder and longer.

Wincing slightly, I shuffled under their fluffy duvet, kicking off my shoes as I did. I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my right shoulder, unfortunately for me it was normally my dominant arm but lucky me for being ambidextrous. Pulling the covers over my head I went through the events of today, somehow I'd managed to go the past fourteen hours with only one swear word which I will argue to my death that was Cyrus's fault but I also punched him in the face, again, his fault for trying to sneak up on me while I was eating my lunch (a sandwich and two bottles of water since I was feeling extremely dehydrated by then), I spooked, punched him on instinct and called him a fucktard for scaring me.

In my defence I'm am currently being held against my will by my insane birth parents who have kidnapped me, am running on less then five hours sleep and am currently extremely jumpy with my surroundings.

A sigh passed my lips as the cell door opened but I didn't move, hoping that Kathrine's who's aura was easily recognisable would think I fell asleep and leave me alone. It was close to 9:00 pm and I'd hardly stopped all day so it wasn't unplausible.

"Get up or I'll put the alarm back on Emma."

Sigh deeply I threw back the covers in an over dramatic fashion. "Oh no, not the alarm, please anything but the alarm." I mocked, knowing that it would be impossible to pretend to be asleep with that thing on so I might as well make a mockery out of it.

Kathrine rolled her eyes but said nothing about, instead gave me a sharp look. "Because of your behaviour this morning, we never had a chance to discuss your ground rules."

"Ground rules? Are you kidding?" I raised an eyebrow, sitting up straight since I clearly would not be sleeping anytime soon. "I'm fifteen not five but since you haven't been in my life for the past ten years I guess you wouldn't know that would you." Crossing my arms over my chest, I gave her a sharp glare.

"Yes Emma, you will have ground rules as this place." She waved her hand around the building. "Is mine and while you are here you will obey what rules I have put in place. Just because you are my daughter does not give you special treatment."

"I am not your daughter!" I growled. "You gave up your right to call me that when you walked out on me ten years ago."

Surprisingly, Kathrine ignored my out burst and continued speaking. "As far as I'm concerned this is your room, you can do whatever you wish in here and in here alone. The only exception to this is you will not harm any person that comes in here including any of my grunts, admins, scientists or anyone who works under your father--"

"Not my father." I muttered as she continued.

"Any other rules you may ignore within this cell."

"So I can swear?"

"If you must." Kathrine sounded reluctant but agreed to it all then same.

"You are a fucking asshole and you can go rot in the distortion world where Giratina will torture you for all eternity, without getting to have any of his fucking amazing Barbecued Torchic because you are an asshole and assholes deserve nothing but shit which is what Giratina would do on you all day everyday."

The fact she didn't react told me she expected that. "Are you done?" She sighed.

"Nope but continue, I could go all night." I shrugged.