Nemesis ◊ 5sos au

XV

Arya's grunts were heard throughout the training facility, punches echoing off the wall as she attacked the dummy in front of her.

Sweat glistened on her forehead as she worked, getting all of her anger and frustration out on the dummy, as flashes of Milburga went through her mind.

She was so stupid for letting them get caught, and for letting the boys get tortured. She hated that she let it happen.

"Arya, come on. You need a break." Michael croaked, and Arya scoffed as she punched one last time, turning to face the bruised man on the couch, and he patted the space beside him.

"Arya, I know what you're thinking. It wasn't your fault." He said, his voice cracking and she shook her head as she gulped down her water, then sat beside him.

"Michael, you have broken bones and cuts all over your body. Not to mention how Ashton's doing right now." Arya snapped, and Michael rolled his eyes.

"Babe, chill out. It wasn't your fault." Michael said, and Arya's eyes narrowed in anger and Michael sighed.

"Arya, come on. It was our fault, not yours. You did what you were supposed to do, you didn't mess that up." Michael said softly, and she looked down at her hands as silence came over the two.

He patted her knee reassuringly, before attempting to stand and he collapsed back on the couch.

"Not doing that." Michael mumbled, and Arya frowned as she stood, putting Michaels arm around her shoulder and helping him stand.

He smiled a bit, limping into the office where the other three were sprawled out on their couches, and Arya felt a wave of guilt flood her as she saw them.

Luke was the best out of the four, only having minor cuts and bruises along his body.

Calum was a bit worse, having gashes on his face and a sprained wrist from punching his way out when he first escaped, but he was caught soon after.

Michael had a broken femur in his left leg, and his side was still bruised, but they had his leg in a cast now and was healing.

Ashton was the worst. Since he was the leader of the group, they questioned him the most. And since Ashton didn't answer any questions, it means they tortured him the most.

He had broken ribs, a fractured ulna in his right arm, deep cuts and gashes along his entire body and on his face, as well as a bloody lip and his eye was still swollen.

What Ashton didn't tell Arya however, was how else he was tortured. Ashton had burns all along his back and it killed him to even move slightly.

He winced as he repositioned himself on the couch, and Calum sent him a look as Calum knew what happened.

Calum could never fall asleep because he would hear Ashtons screams of pain each night, even now that they were back home in America.

It echoed through his mind at night, and he hated that. He clenched his fists as he grew angry once again, fighting off the urge to snap on someone, and he sighed.

Luke stood, going over to where Arya was sitting at his desk, and he sat beside her and watched her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, keeping his voice quiet as the other three wouldn't hear him and she nodded.

"I'm pissed, but I'm okay." She said, and he pressed his lips in a thin line as he put his arm across her and she glared at him with an exasperated look on her face.

"Arya, you can't rush into this. Let's just take the time to heal and everybody can be ready to go off again." He said, his voice soft and she shook her head.

"I need to do this. On my own, Luke." She said, her voice full of anger and Luke frowned as he shook his head.

"I can't let you do that Arya." Luke said, and Arya scowled as he pushed her away, and shut down the computer. Arya stormed out of the room, and Luke looked at the three and then followed her out.

"Arya, you're not thinking right now." Luke snapped as he caught up with her, clutching his side as he jogged a bit, and Arya stopped in her tracks, causing Luke to run into her.

"I am thinking. I'm thinking of how she nearly killed you four, and how it would have been my fault." Arya said, defeat in her voice as she turned and faced Luke and he didn't know what to say.

The months he's known Arya, he's never seen her show any type of emotion, but it looked as if she was about to cry.

"It would have been my fault Luke, and I can't live with myself if it was." She whispered, looking away and Luke timidly stepped forward, opening his arms and she surprised him by running into his arms.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as the two stood there in silence, and he sighed as she clutched at him.

"I'm not going to cry, but this feels nice." She said, her voice quiet and Luke nodded as she pulled away.

"Hey, like I'm ever going to question it." He said, attempting to sound light-hearted, and it made Arya smile a bit as she rubbed her face, and groaned once again.

"I'm sorry, Luke. I'm not thinking. I just, I feel useless." She admitted, and Luke frowned as he shook his head.

"Of course not. You saved us all Arya. If you didn't escape, I don't even want to think about how we would be." Luke said, patting her back and she sighed.

"Yeah, okay Luke." She mumbled, and he scowled as he put both of his hands on her shoulders and forced her to look at him.

"Arya Curtis. You saved our lives, and we would still be there if it wasn't for you. Get your head out of your ass, and listen to what I'm saying. You're anything but useless." He said, staring at her and she smiled.

"Okay Luke." She said, her voice quiet as a blush spread throughout her cheeks and he grinned before slinging his arm around her shoulder and taking her back into the office.

"Arya, back so soon?" Michael mumbled, and Luke hit his leg as he walked past, causing Michael to whine and rub his leg.

"Don't be rude." Luke scolded, and Michael rolled his eyes as he threw something at Luke, and Arya smiled as she watched the two.

Calum nodded at Ashton, sharing a look between the two and Ashton shook his head as Calum continued staring at him.

"Do it now." Calum muttered, and Ashton grimaced as he shook his head, but Michael rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Ashton, you have to." Michael said, and Arya glanced between the four as they suddenly were all interested in the ground.

"Do what?" Guys, what's going on?" Arya asked, and Luke nudged Ashton as they all stayed quiet.

"Arya, it's time we came clean." Ashton said, his voice quiet and Arya furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she looked around.

"What?" She asked, and Ashton sighed as the other three shuffled out of the room, leaving Arya and Ashton alone.

"I have something to tell you, but you can't be mad. We were all sworn to secrecy." Ashton said, and Arya fidgeted with her hands as she looked down at her lap.

"It can't be that bad, right? Just tell me." Arya said, and Ashton chewed on his lip as he thought about what words to say.

"We knew your father."