Is This What Hell Feels Like?

Shit.

A bright light beamed through the window, causing Toby to stir in his sleep. He only woke up when someone slammed into the door, causing the whole room to shake. The loud thud caused him to jolt awake, angering the tired male. He made his way to the door and opened it, revealing the cause of the thud. 

The moment the door was opened Toby was pushed back as two men fell onto his room. They were punching, kicking, clawing and choking each other. Cheers from onlookers rang through the halls as a bunch of people crowded around to watch the fight unfold. Toby’s anger grew as he stomped his foot onto one of their heads, causing the man to gasp and roll off of the other guy. The crowd outside was silent at this point, watching as Toby grabbed the men by their hair and pulled them outside. 

“Wake me up again and I’ll rip your fucking arms off.” He violently stated as he threw them.

Gasps and quiet mumbles broke the silence as Toby walked back into his and Jack’s room. 

‘That’s the new Toby kid.’ 

‘He’s almost as mean as Jack.’ 

‘I wonder what he’s like in a fight?’ 

Were just a few things Toby heard as he closed the door. He quickly made his way to his bed, wrapping himself in the soft blankets that adorned the bed. Unfortunately for him, his peace was disrupted by an annoying voice. It was Tim’s. He was busy barking out orders and stating how he was going to ‘beat someone’s sorry ass.’ People were also talking about the fight and it turned out it was a lot worse than Toby thought. One guy had a broken nose, thanks to Toby stomping on his head, and the other had a knife lodged in his leg. 

An hour or so went by before Toby was woken up again, this time by Jack entering the room. He was covered in fresh and dried blood, and had two bags with him, one filled to the brim with kidneys he had harvested, and the other filled with medical supplies. Toby felt his face getting red as he subtly looked at Jack, but he didn't pay any attention to it. 

“I heard about the fight earlier,” Jack suddenly stated as he changed into clean clothes, not caring about Toby’s presence. 

“Oh, uh- yea.” The teen shook his head and sat up, “I wasn’t really a part of it.” 

Jack ultimately shrugged, “It still got your name out. I heard a few people talking about it when I walked in.”

“Oh…” Toby paused, “I mean, I don’t really care. It’s not like I plan on talking to any of these people.” 

“Until they try fighting you,” Jack flopped onto his bed, “I heard one say you’re almost as mean as me. They’re definitely gonna try beating the shit out of you.” 

Toby frowned, not really sure of what to say. When it comes to any form of fighting or self-defense, he only knew how to use weapons. Given his past, many would think Toby learned how to fight, but it was quite the opposite, he usually just ran from it or let it happen, seeing as how he couldn’t feel it. 

“Well…” He started, “I’ve noticed you boxing and shit…maybe you could teach me?”

Jack thought about it for a moment, “Once you’re completely cleared from your injuries and can leave the complex, I’ll start working with you.”