Another first day

Ch.3.Unorthodox.Methods.

"Get up! On the field in- The hell is going on in here!?" I sit up, a firm hold around my waist tightening, refusing to let me get a good look at whoever's yelling. I'm drug out of bed, tossed on the floor with a low groan, standing quickly, watching an unfamiliar man toss Leon to the floor as well, finally waking up when he hits the tile.

"What the-?"

"Stand up, now!" The man barks in my sleepy partner's face, holding tight to the collar of his shirt and wrenching him up onto his knees, shoving him back once he's on his feet, still confused, half asleep. "Do you two realize intimate relations between two recruits is a major policy violation!"

"Actually I didn't-"

"Quiet! I don't care about your excuses, you understand?!" He seethes close to my partner's face, spit flying out of his mouth, his anger turning his face bright red. "This is why women don't belong in the military, good for nothing but distracting good men!" He backs away, giving me a look, his scowl severe, ruining his relatively good-looking face. My brows draw together, anger bubbling up at his words, and I take a step forward, my head cocking to the side.

"You better shut your damn mouth, stupid fuck-Mmf!" My head cracks onto the tile, arm twisted painfully behind my back, breath wrenched from my lungs when the not-so-friendly man shoves his knee into my spine, his hand wrenching my head back by my hair, a loud groan slipping past my lips at the sudden pain.

"You, little lady, better never speak out of line again. The only god damn words I wanna hear out of your pretty, useless mouth are-"

"Get the hell off her!" Leon slams to the floor beside me, my head released momentarily, slamming heavily on the tile, my nose throbbing as I turn my head to the side, Leon pinned to the floor by his throat, held down with a single hand, clawing desperately against the man's fingers, trying his hardest to get air into his lungs.

"You, Romeo, will not interfere. This isn't cop class, understand? You will do as I say, no questions asked." He releases him, only after clenching his fingers tighter, giving Leon's throat a menacing squeeze, my partner looking shocked as he scrambles up onto his elbows, sputtering for breath. The man turns me over, and I have no choice but to let him, staring up disgustedly at his sickening, pleased look. "You're not gonna last a day, are yah? Too bad, I can think of at least three uses for you." He laughs, a sick feeling threatening to make me puke all over him, his words and his hand trailing down my side making me feel dirty.

"Yes I will, now get the hell off me!" I struggle in his hold, his smile widening, sinister looking, his hand pressing in a silent warning just below my throat.

"Alright, We'll see, honey. I can't wait to work you to death, you won't have any fight left in you when I'm done." He stands swiftly, moving to the open door, turning to look at us, a challenging excitement on his face. "Five minutes, I wouldn't be late if I were you." He walks off, boots thudding down the hall, door left wide open.

"Go get dressed, Leon." I stand, rubbing my sore throat, heading toward my dresser, sending the man on my floor an annoyed look when he doesn't move. He stands slowly, a worried look on his face. "Leon, we don't have time for-"

"Are you okay?" He pulls my hands away from my task, forcing my teary eyes to look up at him, exposing my fear, my palms shaking lightly against his.

"Don't worry, okay? There's nothing you can do, we don't have a choice." I speak feverishly, furiously blinking away the wetness, refusing to cry, evening my breathing and looking earnestly at my partner.

"He can't hurt you-"

"Yes he can! And he just made that very clear. Now, please, go get dressed so we don't get the shit beat out of us, okay?" I pull my hands from his, letting out a long breath when he nods, hurrying toward the door, heading toward his own room as I strip, not taking the time to close my door, getting a few curious looks from men passing by as I change, forcing the tears and sickness to stay at bay, not wanting to give away just how fucking scared I am, breathing deep over and over to push the panic down. It hadn't really settled in before, that my life being on the line wasn't just a one time thing, one night fighting some terrible monsters, then it's over. This is my life now, fear, discipline. I'm a soldier, a shit one at that.