Missing in Red (On Hold)

The Fighting Lounge

Cement walls, cement floors. Another hallway of doors locking away us. This place was full of the cold stone and the locks upon doors. We walked and walked, turn upon turn, we saw the same things.

Soon Kevin stopped at a door and started typing in a pin code, and as he finished the door swung open. The sight behind the door was astonishing.

Walls upon walls of guns, knives, any weapon you can imagine. There was a long line of foam people, being attacked by the people that were already in the room. There was a swimming pool, a gun range, an archery range. The walls were a metallic black, matching the silver patterned floor. The room stretched for what seemed like forever, and was filled with inhabitants. There even were teachers at each station, fiercely showing them the ways.

"Lily, since you've never been to the Fighting Lounge, I'll let Jake show you around. He's quite the achiever in these parts," Kevin said and pulled Jake over to where we stood. Everyone had dispersed to their own training areas, but Kara lingered behind. She gave me a small smile and turned and walked with Oasis to the archery range.

"Why do I have to show her around," Jake spat the words as knives. His words never were sweet. Always bullets, his mind always pulled the trigger.

"Just help Lily out, I can sense that she'll fit in with you and the others," Kevin said and left the room, without another word.

Jake grabbed my arm and started pulling me into the direction of what seemed to be fist fighting. He whined along the way, mumbling about how unfair this was.

He's a whiny child with the mind of a gun.

Dangerous.

He walked up to a group of others, all wearing black. There was a girl, with green hair cut short, a pixie cut, wearing studded leather from her head to her toes. She had piercings and a tattoo that twisted along her hand.

Next to her stood a tall and intimidating boy, his hair was dark brown and was cut long, down to his shoulders. He dressed the same as the girl, with an ear piercing and a tattoo along his neck. 

There were about seven others like them, all dressed the same. They stared at me, piercing me with their intensive focus.

"Who's this," asked the girl with the pixie cut, her words providing disgust.

"Lily, she's the descendant of," Jake started before being interrupted by a boy that I hadn't paid much attention to.

"Little Red Riding Hood. What a pleasure to meet you," he said, holding out his hand

"How did you know," I nervously asked.

"Andrew's the descendant of an old genie. Nobody really pays attention to his fairy tale although, so nobody really pulls him out of the crowd. He can just tell these types of things," a boy spoke up.

He caught my eye, the one who spoke up. His hair was light brown and reached his eyebrows, and he had light green eyes. Freckles twirled along his cheeks and nose. He was charming, and his smile shined.

"My name's Brendon by the way," he said as he reached a hand out. 

"Nice to meet you," I said as I shook his hand.

"Well I have to show her around, but I'm sure you guys can find her something," Jake said as he started to walk away, and the girl with the pixie cut and the guy with the shoulder length hair followed him.

"Natalie," a girl with her dark hair shaved to the side said as she reached out to shake my hand.

"We'll show her around," Brendon said and waved the others, except Natalie, off. \

"Have you ever fist fought?" Brendon said as he walked towards what seemed to be a fighting ring.

"No, not really," I replied.

"Well, let's see what you've got," Brendon said as he reached down and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the ring.

"I'll go easy, ready?" He asked

"Yes," I simply replied.

I never was ready for what was to hit.