Revenge

Grabbing my tooth brush, I brush my teeth, mouthwash before heading back to the shower.

Taking off my babydoll and tossing it into the laundry basket before entering into the shower. The first shower I have had in months.

Tears stream down my face from happiness, letting the warm water wash over me. My muscles begin to release tension that I didn’t even realize that I had. Looking around in the shower I found some raspberry scented body wash and a pink loofah. Pouring some of the soap on to my loofa I proceed to lather myself. Starting with my legs, making sure to get my fur nice and clean as I work my way up to my thighs.

When I get to my sex I add extra soap. I don’t know if there is bacteria build up and from the fur and honestly that thought grosses me out. Scrubbing my sex with the loofa til I am satisfied it is properly clean. Cleaning my stomach, breasts, neck, arms and finally my ass. Rinsing off the loofa making sure I get all the dirty and out, I place it back down where I found it.

Then pumping shampoo into my hand I proceed to deep shampoo then condition my hair. Turning the water off, ringing the water from my hair before stepping out grabbing a towel wrapping it around my waist. I open the door walking out my room. Oliver’s jaw drops as my tail sways from side to side as I walk to my room to change.

“Ami, don’t tease, I am trying to be respectful and restrain myself here! You are making that very difficult”, he complains.

Turning arching my back looking at him I smile as the towel tightens around my chest. Seeing the bulge in his shorts, I give him a knowing smile.

“It’s not my fault, I have to change for the day”, laughing as I go into my room.

“Not fair”, he calls out.

Walking into my room, I go straight for my drawers pulling out a sports bra and underwear. Laying them out on the bed, then walking to the closet, pulling out a pair of workout shorts and tank. Getting dressed, putting my sock and running shoes on before grabbing my training bag from the closet. Leaving and locking my room before heading towards the front door.

“If you need me I am going to the training grounds. Feel free to join me if you want.”

Oliver brings his head out of the book he was reading, nodding as I open the door and leave for the training grounds. Walking over to the elevator taking it two floors up to the new training ground. Walking into the grounds I make my way first to the treadmill. After doing my warm up stretches, I stand on the outer parts of the treadmill setting the speed to a steady run. I need to clear my mind so much has happened in the past eight months. I hopped onto the treadmill keeping up with the treadmill speed and proceeded to run.

Running has become a way for me to calm my wind, like a kind of therapy. All the repressed memories have opened up again after talking to Megan about our plan. THe pain of what my mother did to me, the knowledge that my brother never lifted a hand to help me, but stood by and watched. The years of being pricked and prodded all for her research.

Her selfishness fills me with rage but that wouldn’t do me any good. The treadmill suddenly powered off. Confused and dripping with sweat after being lost in thought and past memories. I look up seeing Oliver looking down with eyes of understanding and worry.

“Why did you turn off my run Oliver?”

“You are going to run yourself into exhaustion Ami enough. I know something is bothering you. You can talk to me too, you know.”

“And what is that going to do and why should I if you never tell me anything that is going on with you either.”

Oliver looks like he has just been struck. But he can not deny the fact that he has never opened up to anything that has hurt him. I know how he has gotten her and how he became the jaguar man he is now. However, he has never told me anything from his past. Why should I tell him about mine?

Frustrated, I turn and walk away to the target practice area. Grabbing the practice kunai knives from the equipment. Picking up three knives I throw each one at the practice dummy from fen yards. The first knife hit the dummy between the eyes, the second in the throat and the third into the heart of the dummy. Walking over to the dummy I pull out the knives careful not to rip the dummy any further.

Standing further back at about fifteen yards I repeat the exercise with the knives hitting the same part of the dummy. Going back to twenty yards this time I go throw the knives, raising my hand to throw the knife. When I feel a strong grip on my wrist. Looking over to see Oliver again. “What now are you going to stop me from throwing practice knives too now?”

“No, but I am going to stop you from overworking your body. It’s been hours and you haven’t drank anything or taken any breaks.”

“Why pray tell, should I open up to you?”

“Because I am your boyfriend that’s why! If you don’t want to open up I won’t pry but you can talk to me. And I’ll try to open up more with you too, ok?”

I look down, thinking about what he said. Signing, I looked up, staring him in the eyes.

“Look, it’s just a lot ok. My memories of my mother came back. All the experimentation she did before I was taken from her. Then to find out that she was looking for me to splice me with whatever animal. To top it off she sent Derek after me thinking I am still human.”

Oliver takes the knives from me, placing them down before holding me tightly.

“Ami, it’s ok to feel upset and overwhelmed by everything you have going on. I know it wasn’t ideal for your story to be told the way it was, especially with me in the room.”

“No, Oliver it’s not that. It’s just I don’t understand how a mother could do that to her own child.”

“Let me tell you a story Ami and maybe afterward you will see we are not so different”, he says.

Oliver starts to tell me a story about a boy who came from an abusive home. His family would do nothing but tell him he wasn’t good enough. And mock him for not being as good as his older brother. His father would beat him if he ever lost at anything and his mother would always turn a blind eye. Years went by and the boy would grow and as he got bigger his rage from all the abuse he suffered built up.

Eventually he would get into fights with other kids. With them usually getting beaten so badly someone would always end up holding him back. It wasn’t until college when someone approached him as to why he felt the way he did and offered to help. Oliver continued to explain how over the years the boy who grew to become a man would go with the woman to talk. He would tell her everything and she would listen to what he had to say.

They grew to be good friends. In the end he graduated from the university with a bachelors in sociology with a minor in mathematics. The woman was there and made him an offer that he ultimately agreed to.

“And what was that offer”, I ask.

“Ami, you’re looking at the choice that was made. The boy was me. My family was horrible to me and would never love me. I held in all my anger and it didn’t work out well. And Megan was the one who helped me.”

I nodded understanding what he was trying to say. He didn’t have to tell me his story but he chose to tell me anyway. Standing on the tip of my paw like feet I kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for telling me Oliver”, I say sincerely.

“Your welcome Ami but no more keeping things in yea? I don’t think the dummy could take anymore of your throws”, he chuckles.

Looking over at the dummy, I didn’t notice with all the repeated hits the dummy’s head was getting close to being severed and his heart had a good size hole after all the knives went to the same spot.

“Now how about we go back home, you can shower, change and we can go watch a movie.”

“Actually, Oliver, that sounds nice.”

Oliver takes my hand and we leave the training grounds and to the elevator. Once back at home I head for the shower while he looks to see what movies we have. After I’m showered and changed, I head back to the living room where I take a seat next to him on the sofa. Nuzzling against his chest, the movie begins. After the shower and the exercise training I couldn’t pay attention to the movie.

His chest felt so good and the angle I was at was extremely comfortable. Slowly closing my eyes I feel asleep. I barely felt it when Oliver lifted me off the sofa and took me to his room. Laying my head down gently on one side of the bed. Before taking off his shirt and lying next to me. I fall asleep with him rubbing my arm in an attempt to further relax me.

I wake up to Oliver’s phone going off on the nightstand. Oliver is sitting next to me with a book in hand that he now places to the side. He picks the phone up on the second ring putting it to his ear.

“Hey Megan, what’s up?”

Proving myself up on one arm, Observing him as he talks on the phone.

“Everything is in order. You and Ami can come up so we can brief you both”, I heard Megan reply.

“We’ll be up in fifteen minutes”, Oliver informed her before hanging up.

Looking over at him, I stretch my limbs, “I take it my nap is going to be cut short and we are needed in Megan’s office.”

Oliver nods then kisses the top of my head by my left ear.

“Come on Ami, let’s go but you might want to fix your hair first”, he chuckles.

Playfully jabbing him in the arm I get up and go to the hallway bathroom to fix my hair. Re-pulling it out into a ponytail then French braiding it into a bun. If we are going out I’m not getting thrown around by my hair. Leaving the bathroom I met up with him by the entryway. Oliver opens the door as we both walk out, locking before we leave to the elevator. After exiting the elevator, checking in with the receptionist, we entered a meeting room. Where both of us take a seat facing the projection screen. Megan stands in front of the room fixing her papers.

“Ok so you two are finally here let’s get started”, she states.

“Phase one of the plan, Ami, you are going to infiltrate a warehouse on Olive Street. There should be an arms deal going down tonight. Derek was able to get the Information by hacking into a few phones of his contacts.”

“And we are supposed to believe this intel we are getting is good”, Oliver states skeptically.

“We don’t have much to go on so yea. Oliver, you’re going to back up Ami if she encounters anyone at the warehouse. Ami, I want you to bring us back at least one person alive. Two would be preferable to cross reference information but minimum is one.”

“Can I bring my new friends with me”, I ask.

Megan chuckles, “Oh course you’re taking your kunai knives with you but you can’t take your sniper gun tonight. This is going to be a close range. You are going to have to be fast and accurate with your knife placement.”

“Which means I’m being the snipper in this case”, says Oliver.

“And I’m going to be gathering information while you two are in and compelling it into a live document feed to Megan”, says Derek.