#trained one

[venilegiamavi]

Check out Rebel One and the sequels on Wattpad!

I have been loving the Annabeth/Finn dynamic in Burned Ones <3

[jschristine]

Trained One - Chapter 44 

I could do this. Easy peasy.  This was a terrible idea.  I climbed onto the hood of the car, leaving bloody hand prints and stood on the roof. I sucked in a breath. And then I waited.  One second. Nothing.  Two. Nothing.  I was going to die.

[jschristine]

Killer One - Chapter 2

I had blood underneath my fingernails and I didn’t know if it was from Scully or the men I fought earlier. I tried to swallow my freak out, burying it deep within me. I could have a breakdown once I had Travis back. If I let myself fall right now, I didn’t think I’d have the strength to get back up. This wasn’t fight or flight. This was survive. There was no alternative.

[jschristine]

[venilegiamavi]

Trained One/Rebel One as the rainbow.

Hope this provides some inspiration!

Red - Lacey

Orange - Travis

Yellow - Finn

Green - Annabeth

Blue/Indigo - Benjamin

Purple - Cameron

[venilegiamavi]

Lacey and Travis from Trained One by Xxsnickerss on Wattpad.

Is this just a Trained One Fan Blog at this point? 😂😂😂

[venilegiamavi]

“So, Lacey mentioned that you were on some kind of team.” Ben made a shooing motion towards Lacey’s invasive fry as she tried and failed to swipe another into his milkshake. I shrugged with one shoulder, “Yeah, I am on the school paintball team.”

“Paintball?” There was a quirk of amusement in Ben’s voice, and he raised his brows with a smile at Lacey, “You must be a pretty good shot then, hey Travis?”

Lacey sharpened her glare as she hissed, “Ben, don’t.”

Ben blinked, the picture of innocence despite his tone, and I hesitated before answering, “Yeah, best sniper on the team. Allen always tells me it’s the only time that I can sit still.”

“Best sniper on the team.” Ben parroted. Lacey flicked her fry at him, and Ben sputtered, swatting helplessly as it bounced off his cheek and fell on his lap.

A hand clamped onto my shoulder, startling me out of our conversation. I turned in my seat, frowning up at Allen as he glowered down towards Lacey and Ben. “Whoa, hey Allen, what’s up?”

He grabbed my upper arm and pulled. I reluctantly let him drag me out of the booth, and a few steps away. Glancing back, I could see Lacey and Ben were both continuing to pick at their food. Neither were looking at me, but they both still seemed to be aware of us. I could see the tension in Lacey’s shoulders.

Allen gestured towards the booth as he spat, “What the hell, Travis? Every time I see you, you are glued to that phantom’s side. You know that you could have half of the girls at school if you wanted, and instead you are ditching team hangouts to, what? Play “house” with this loner?”

I shoved his hand off me and returned his glare, “Dude, what the fuck? You haven’t even tried to get to know her, what is your problem? Besides, playing Call of Duty at Jordan’s house is hardly what I would call a team activity, so why the hell do you think that you should dictate how I spend time outside of practice?”

There was no point in waiting for his reply, I didn’t care what his answer was anyways. When I turned around, Ben and Lacey were both lingering by the revolving door, and they turned with me when I joined them, the three of us leaving the restaurant in silence, first Ben, then myself, and Lacey behind me. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for Allen to catch up. I heard his footsteps coming up behind me, and just as I expected a hand on my shoulder, his steps abruptly stopped. There was a gasp behind me.

Ben had stopped and was staring blankly past me; I followed his gaze to Lacey and Allen. At first, I didn’t see what had happened. Half of Lacey’s body was between Allen and I. He was suddenly pale, and it took me a moment to see the red and black butterfly knife she held against his chest, angled towards his throat ever so slightly.

Allen’s throat bobbed slightly, and I could just barely hear Lacey whisper, “It would be in your best interest to keep your hands off of him in the future.”

“Well, at least you didn’t steal any of Annabeth’s knives when you left.” Ben chimed in casually. I could feel my heart in my own throat as I watched Allen slowly back away from Lacey, slowly raising his palms up defensively.

“I did. I just left it in my locker.”

In her locker?!