HONEY I KICK ASS I DON'T DANCE!!!

HONEY I KICK ASS I DON'T DANCE!!! Chapter 26

Chapter 26

"Raven NO!" that voice made my whole body stiffen... Mom?

I was frozen in place. That couldn't have been my mom, could it? I slowly turned around still keeping the experiments one arm-twisted against his back, while my one hand was still around its neck.

I turned around, facing the forest; there was a figure standing in the dark near the forest. The light from the porch didn't reach that far so I had to strain my eyes to try and make out who the figure was.

After a few moments of staring into the darkness, my eyes adjusted a little, I could only make out that the figure was female, by how her chest made a curve while its waist was small with small hips; the figure looked petite, just as petite as my mother. I couldn't make out the face though, but I noticed that her hair was loss and straight.

"Who the hell!?" I yelled at the figure, I heard a few grunt sounds, my head immediately snapped to the direction of the two experiments that were on the floor. They were both stirring but still unconsciousness, well; they looked unconscious with the porch light shining on them.

"Raven." The person breathed, my head snapped to the figure in the dark, who was walking towards me slowly. The voice sounded exactly like my mothers, but why would she be here? My father came weeks ago, and he left happy that we had everything under control. Maybe this figure wasn't my mother... hopefully.

I stood there with the experiment in front of me. The thing stood as still as I did, it seemed curious as to who the figure was, and so was I.

After a few moments the figure was standing a few feet in front of me, I couldn't help but look at the figure in shock and surprised. The figure was indeed my mother, with dark green eyes that looked black in the dark, long straight hair that was died blond and reached here mid back was lose, her face was a mask of worry and .... relief?

My mother was about reaching her forties but she looked young for her age, she had a fit body with feminine muscles and curves, shown by black leather body suit, zipper stopping under her collarbone, and flat boots. There were small lines on the side of her lips and eyes showing the aging spots. She was the best marine trainer in the country, and she had the badges to prove it.

"Mom?" I asked more then I stated, this was a shock to me. Why was my mother here? Better question, why wouldn't my mother let me kill the experiment?

"Raven, let man go." she said slowly sounding serious, while keeping eye contact.

I felt my face fall; she did not just say that. I looked at her with disbelief clearly on my face.

"What?" I asked disbelief.

I heard her gulp, she looked scared, "Let him go." she said sternly.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. My mother and I never had the bed relationship, she was always busy training out of the state but there was a time when my mother I were closer then ever before, but unfortunately that time had passed. I do still respect her because she did teach me Marshal Arts and she was my mother.

"Yea, that aint ganna happen soon... Mother." I said using the incorrect grammar, which would piss her off.

She was an English freak, who ever was around her had to speak correctly, no slang and no shorting words. But me, being her daughter and rebellious to her, I always spoke slang around her, which didn't help with our relationship.

I saw her jaw tighten while she grinded her teeth, "Raven Marry Rebecca Ranel! I am your mother do as I say or God help me I'll do something!" she yelled at me, fuming. Yea that was my full name, pretty isn't it...