Chapter Two: Knowing 'The pack.'

Author's pov:

No one really knew what name the group went by, so when a rumor was started that they were as close as a pack of wolves; the name well... stuck. Not many who saw the member's faces lived to tell the story but the few who escaped (by a whisker at that) claimed that each had a mark on their body...a spade...hearts...flowers; they said each having a different story from the other thus being regarded as 'trash' but... little did they know of the accuracy held in each tale.

'The Pack' was a large group formed by one wise man who had an even wiser lady by his side; something she kept hidden cause of obvious circumstances. It comprised of people of various ages, different backgrounds and most importantly each had a unique talent... a gift that proved to be essential to the group. To ensure the said gifts would grow to their full potential, he had those with closely related ones placed together; yes! That's how the groups came to be.

Their leader was a smart man, coming up with an idea that soon became a revolution in only a matter of a few countable years. In his early twenties, with the help of his darling wife they started the operation. Visiting every orphanage and home they could, him distracting the workers as his wife did what she was trained to do (self-trained) observing. She looked past every kid that looked normal and went for the ones who seemed to try harder to fit into the category: the vicious one's, quiet one's, charming one's, peculiar one's and those she found a little extra... are the ones they took home.

Flowers

The brains of the operation. Consisting of only seven members, four were guys while the rest were... you know: the least amount in 'The Pack's division'. They were awfully quiet... only spoke when needed to, an act that drew attention to them making them worthy to the Mrs. When Ricardo the man of the operation, first took them in, they were skeptical to everything, keeping their mouths tightly shut and letting their brain do what it did best; analyze. They observed their surroundings, taking note of every small detail that went seemed a miss, keeping close items that would be of value to them in case there came a need for them to protect themselves. No one seemed to notice this obscene trait the young ones had developed; except for one lady, one who used to be just like them... cautious of everything that moved, in constant fear of becoming victimized again. Who else could it be if not the lovely Mrs. Solice. A psychiatrist who unlike many were underestimated for their gender; only getting to deal with the clients who had petty, easily resolvable challenges got things done her way.

Having been the only one who managed to get within a foot close to the kids without having them put their walls up, she was deemed worthy of being their personal trainer, something she found more worthy of her time than being stuck in a room with people who couldn't handle their own lousy problems.

Being one blessed with the ability of manipulating the human brain, getting what she wanted done whenever she wanted it, she was perfect for the job. Dropping her job she made teaching the kids her ways her number one priority, loving the company she got in return, one she had been longing for since her babies grew up and 'drifted apart from her'. As the years went by, their skills became better, greater... then they were no longer the frightened little kids that hid behind their masks but strong beings that relied on their wits to get them through any sticky situations, they were now an assessments in the eyes of the world but assets to their pack... their family!

Hearts

Just like the name states, these were the hearts of the group. Unlike the flowers; their looks got the job done. They had mastered the art of seduction and used it to their advantage; their task was to simply lure their prey to the expected location the rest was taken care of by the spades... I'll get to them in a second.

'The hearts' were the most wounded in the team, having being used time and time again by monsters they had no knowledge of making them the most vulnerable, though the others acted like this didn't perturb them they always kept a close eye on the individuals. Making sure that no one messed with them or even dared take advantage of their precious siblings... let's just say the brainless beings that toyed with any of the hearts ended up floating in some river, burnt beyond recognition in their houses and some just disappeared.

It was made up of twelve members, eight ladies four guys. The ladies had the features any straight guy would kill for: varying from the tiny waist, curvy shape, broad hips, sultry lips, fair skin, full breasts among others you'll get to learn of as the story unfolds, while the guys were there to bring in the gay clients, those that were into their innocent looks, feminine frame, pale skin that could turn a perfect shade of lustrous red when kneaded with the right amount of force... again I'll fill you in on the details later for now let's get to the last division in 'The Pack' the spades.

Spades

These were the muscles of the operation, stone cold... practically unbreakable and obviously ever training... each aiming to become faster, stronger and more flexible than the other. Don't get me wrong, it was all play and no pain, just some friendly competition to spice things up. Playing the same schedule over and over again tends to get boring... exhausting actually, so the boys' found ways of adding a little excitement to their routine... and that's what was currently going down at the 'Kill zone.'

Rayner's pov:

"Ok guys, pair up. Black team first, the whites go last. Oh! Blake... don't even think about it! Today Carter's with me." I teased pulling Blake's addiction- Obsession, beside me. Something that had the shorter male glaring, a habit we'd all become accustomed to; he wasn't much of a talker, hated physical contact, always keeping to himself that one would mistake him for a flower if he read more (a category he'd probably blend right into if need be) ... a little thing that caught the second-best fighter's (Blake) attention. He was umm- the brother i never had, though I'd never tell this to him in person, I'd kill... die for him if need arose knowing he'd do the same in a heartbeat. The guy was clearly catching feelings if not already in love with the little fighter... anyone with eyes could see that.

It was in how he teased the little guy to make him act up, only to have his cheeks flashed when Carter gave him his undivided attention and believe me when i say... Blake is not easily flustered, how he dropped whatsoever he was handling whenever the younger gave his sleeve a tug, maybe it was in how he begged to be placed as his sparring partner, claiming the kid needed to sharpen his skills but ended up going easy on the guy or maybe... just maybe it was in the gleam he had in his green orbs when talking to him, how his pupils seemed to dilate whenever the younger was training; sweat running down his tanned skin causing his thin vest to stick in all the right places; at least that's how I saw it.

Author's pov:

Sparing the clearly annoyed Blake a glance, the young fighter realized his mask would soon fall when the older male yet again managed to pull on his heart strings; one he could have sworn was safely locked away- forcing him to do what he always did when met with such a situation which much to his discomfort seemed to occur more frequently; he ran. Only coming to a stop when certain no one in his line of view was watching; at the pillar, beside his black leather punching bag (one that hid his small frame perfectly) ... the little fighter froze.

Slowly sinking down the firm stone, he pulled his knees closer to his chest, using one arm to keep them there as his other subconsciously grazed the chain that never left his neck (it was a simple gold coated chain, nothing quite different from the others in any jewelry shop, well... apart from the initials imprinted on it. To any passerby, it was frankly plain old jewelry but not to Carter, to him it was his prized possession, the most precious jewel he had, the only thing that reminded him that even the 'little fighter' was human, to him it was home...) only then did he let his mask fall. Replacing his cold ' leave me the fuck alone' look with a warmer one.

One that showed the cute dimple gracing his left cheek, one where a deep shade of red ran all the way from his tinted cheeks to his adorably small ears, where his teeth could freely nibble on his lower lip only releasing it to bite off the ever growing nail on his pinkie, one where a giggle would leave his lips making him even more flustered before slamming his palms onto them to try and keep himself from releasing the 'unmanly' sound.

A look he only wore for seconds in fear that it would once again show just how vulnerable he truly was and make the wicked people that used him to their satisfy their awful desires feel they could prey on him once more ,one he swore never to wear... one that would surely drive Blake insane.