Enclosure

Chapter 4.

Chapter Four - Train Till You Drop.

It took at least 33 minutes to reach there, once we got there, a tall man wearing black awaited for us to reach the rusty gates, he then greeted us. "Good Evening, Mrs and Madam Hunter. I am Jack and the manager of this training arena, i shall be touring you for today and tomorrow Madam Abigail can start her training."
I wasn't listening to any word he said, but my mind was in a deep thought of that Jack Fowler kid who had written the news report about me. Was it him? what was I thinking, it couldn't be him..
I'm just being stupid and over thinking.

He escorted us inside the large building towards the main entrance. He took us up three fleets of stairs, until we reached a room full of darkness. Where was the light? "Sorry, did i forget to mention that we are experiencing electricity difficulties within this floor. It's only because it's newly built and perhaps the electrician may of caused a faulty wire. But don't worry it's only this corridor." he blushed whilst getting out his matchsticks.
We cautiously walked down the corridor thinking twice about every step we took, perhaps this was just a trap? Maybe this is Jack Fowler and he paid people to kill us. I seriously need yoga lessons, I am very pessimistic about everything.
Jack stopped and opened the door, my eyes lay on the shiny tools and weapons that were on the floor, there were noises coming from some type of cubicle things. I thought i'd be the only one here having private lessons. Well, I guess not.

"As you can see and hear, we have a large number of people attending our training sessions. Mainly because we are rated 4.5 stars out of 5 for our sessions. There are 3 cubicles for every skill, for example for throwing blades there will be three.
To indicate which cubicle does what skill, it will be assigned with a number." he explained. "Why do we need cubicles? I mean some people can't be that stupid to end up accidentally hitting or killing someone?" I said curiously.
"Well, i'm afraid some people are. It was only a few years ago when someone was injured badly when someone had thrown a blade at his head and that man was kicked out. So therefore, we do not want to risk it, even if your throwing skills are perfect. We need a high level of health and safety." He replied with a grin.
How could someone do that, surely he can't be that shit at throwing. "What was the guys name who had accidentally killed someone?" i asked.

"William Hunter" he replied with a grin, "You both share the same surname, let's hope you don't kill anyone too." he chuckled.

Nobody laughed with him of course, mum's and my eyes met, father never told us about this. It was just a small thing, but i wonder what else he kept from us.