Fight Club (Rewritten) Luke Hemmings

Three

~Two Years Ago~

Soft sobs echoed off of the concrete walls as sunlight peeked through the barred windows. The young boy cowered in fear for his life as his body ached. Every inch of him was covered in cuts and bruises, and now that he was alone, he could do nothing more than sit and sob. Memories swarmed his mind, serving as a reminder of the conflicting joys, sorrows, and pains he had suffered in his lifetime. He was barely fourteen now, and already, his life was filled with more pain than he could even imagine.

A soft squeak emitted from the rusted old door as it inched open softly. Luke let out a soft yelp as he curled into himself further, too afraid to face whatever was coming his way. Soft footsteps sounded in his direction, and he felt himself begin to sob louder.

"We shouldn't be in here," a young and cautious voice spoke out suddenly.

"He needs our help," a young girl spoke in return. A gentle hand landed on Luke's shoulder, causing the young boy to shriek softly and pull away. "It's okay," she said in a kind voice. "We're not going to hurt you."

"L-leave me alone," Luke sobbed. "Just leave me here."

"We're here to help you," a third voice spoke. "It's going to be okay-"

"No, it's not. N-nothing is ever going to be okay again." The three strangers all exchanged glances with each other as the young boy continued to cry.

"I know how you feel," the girl muttered softly. "We all do... it is going to be okay, I promise. Can you just sit up and look at me?" Luke sniffed softly and peeked out from his hiding place softly. His vibrant blue eyes peeked cautiously from the protection of his arms and instantly landed on three people who looked to be around his age. The one closest to him was a young girl with short brown curls and kind hazel eyes. The two boys standing behind her were almost completely identical to one another, although the one that stood nearer to the door had a slender scar across his cheek and stood a few inches taller than his brother. "That's it. Come on, I promise we're not going to hurt you. I'm Kasey," she said, holding her hand out to him. Luke let out a shuddered breath and took the young girl's hand, allowing her to help him sit up.

"W-where are we?" He squeaked out, hugging his knees to his chest and grimacing.

"In hell," the taller boy spoke, folding his arms and leaning against the door. His brother elbowed him on the ribs, earning a sharp glare. "What? He asked..."

"Shut up, Josh," Kasey lectured. "Don't scare him more than he already is." The boy rolled his eyes and shifted in his place.

"Sorry. It's all rainbows and sunshine and ice cream and lollipops. Is that better?"

"Just shut up," his brother hissed, kneeling beside Kasey. "Sorry about my brother. I'm Jaxon... we all live here, too."

"What is this place?" Luke cried softly. Kasey and Jax each exchanged a sad glance before looking back at the younger boy.

"Home, I guess?" Jax muttered. "It's where we're stuck, at least... I hate to tell you this, but there's no getting out. We all live here and work for Ian..."

"Who is he? Why are we here? What does he want from us?" Luke began to sob once again as Kasey pulled him into a soft hug and tried to comfort him.

"He's a very bad man..." she admitted softly. "But as long as we do as he says and listen well, he keeps us safe... he wants us to help him make money. As long as we do that, we'll be okay... as long as we stick together, we'll be okay, alright? We're going to help take care of you."