Blood of the Children

Camp Chimera

An: Having a shit time here but at least I have angst to get me through it :) also I promise that Gon will show up soon *cough cough* next chapter *cough*

Not beta's or edited so there will be mistakes. Will I fix them? ... that's a different story

Edit: I have no recollection of writing or posting this chapter so sorry if it seems a bit wack. I'm having some bad memory issues so excuse anything that doesn't line up with other chapters or context.

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Killua sat in the back seat per his dad's instructions, his grandpa in the passenger seat, which was unusual considering his grandpa was retired from his day job and only worked for the church. When he asked why he was coming with them he got silence as his answer.

He watched out the window, neighborhoods and cities changing into the arid landscape they had been driving through for the past two hours. It had been approximately four hours since Killua had brought the car over.

He knew they weren't going to a work site by the second hour. His father didn't normally take commissions that were this far away and this rural.

Soon enough, the outline of a building appeared in the distance. When they approached it, he found that it was a one story brick building with tall fences and barbed wire lining the top of it in spirals.

"Dad...?" he piped up, anxious.

His dad kept looking ahead, reaching the gates of the building, "This is for your own good, son."

Killua's brow furrowed and he leaned over to get a better view of the place. Curse my blind eyes, he internally muttered.

There was a security booth before the gates. His dad rolled up to a stop at the speed bump in front of the gate and rolled down his window.

"Dropping Killua Zoldyck off," he said to the man working the booth. The man looked back at a computer for a moment before giving his dad a thumbs up and opening the gates for them.

His stomach churned as they rolled over the speed bump, "What am I being dropped off for?" he interrogated, gripping onto the back of the driver's seat.

Silence, again. A wave of panic washed over him, "Why won't you tell me anything?" he whisper-shouted, not wanting the two guards on the inside of the fence hearing him.

"Shut up," his grandpa grumbled.

Killua took a deep breath in through his nose and looked out the window again, dull grass and game fields lined up along the gravel path they drove down. The brick building loomed in front of them ominously, waiting.

He noticed a group of boys off to the other side of the field, near the far side of the fence, running what looked like drills. They dipped in and out of pits, scrambling up walls, and flung themselves off of monkey bars. He watched as one kid slipped from the monkey bars, falling hard on the dirt-clay ground only to be screamed at by an adult wearing an outfit that consisted of a green polo shirt, khaki shorts, and dirty boots.

Killua gulped, was this some summer camp or something he wasn't allowed to have a say in? No, it couldn't be. Boot camp? Why would he need to go to boot camp? He wondered as they came to a stop before the heavy doors of the facility.

His dad and grandpa swung open their doors while Killua sat frozen in the back. His grandpa walked, more like shuffled, over to his door and opened it, pulling him out with his reserved old man strength.

Killua slid out of his seat and watched as his dad slammed the door of the car and tugged him by his sleeve to the building.

"Dad, what's going on, please," he asked anxiously.

His dad looked over his shoulder to glare at him, "don't think I wouldn't find out. Think about what you could have possibly done wrong."

Killua gulped and rummaged through his brain as to what could have led up to this moment. Was it because he forgot to do his stupid clothes? No, that can't be it, right? He thought as they crossed through the doorframe of the building, being dragged through a dimly lit hallway to a heavy black door.

The door had one small window, too high for him to peer into. His grandpa, who had advanced in front of them, knocked on the door before stepping back.

The door cracked open to a tall, blond man smiling down at him, "ah, you must be Mr. Zoldyck, huh?" He opened the door wider and held out his hand. "I'm Mr. Hill, the director of this establishment, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Killua looked warily at his outstretched hand before taking it in a shy handshake. Mr. Hill called them into his office and closed the door behind them.

His father and grandfather sat in the two chairs provided while he was ordered to stand. The blond man sat in his rolly chair and laced his fingers together on the desk, "so I'm assuming you have no idea why you're here, correct?" He asked, eyes wide and dark.

He nodded, hesitant. Mr. Hill smiled eerily, "well, your parents have signed you up for Camp Chimera, a boot camp for confused children like yourself," Killua raised an eyebrow at 'confused'.

Mr. Hill took notice and glanced at his father, "would you like to do the honors, Mr. Zoldyck?"

His dad sighed and looked back at Killua, his brows pinched together, "that computer that we recently got, I looked at the search history on it and found... something interesting," he admitted. "During the set times you've been allowed to be online, there have been these strange searches..."

His dad continued on but he stopped listening. Fuck, I'm busted, he cursed himself for not being more careful. What was a search history anyway? Whatever it was, was getting him in major trouble now and there was no way he was going to be able to cover this up.

"... and I found searches for very sinful things, Killua, this is serious and getting out of hand," his dad said, Killua only then tuning back into the conversation.

He looked back up from the floor, where he didn't even realize he was gazing, "Dad— I can explain—"

"Can you, Kil? What were you doing when searching—" his dad pulled out a piece of paper, a list, and started reading it off. "' Why don't I like women?', 'how to know if you are homosexual?', 'men', 'men kissing', 'two men kissing each other'?"

Killua blushed about thirty shades of red at that moment, "Dad, Dad, that's enough!" He yelped as his dad continued down the list, into the more raunchy searches.

His dad looked up from his list, a disgusted look on his face. Killua felt like he was five all over again, leaned over his fathers bed while being spanked as touched. He was exposed, naked all over again.

Meanwhile, his grandfather shook his head disapprovingly and Mr. Hill just smirked.

He felt a wave of nausea wash I've him, "I... Where is the trash—"

"Right here, in front of us," his grandpa muttered. His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest and thrown in his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks.