Coming Home

What a Crappy Way to Meet Someone

When Fleek was first accepted into the group, his first initiation task was to attempt to kill Reko in a fist fight. Now, he thought it would be the other way around. Him against a bigger guy, him being small, but oh was he wrong. When he got into the ring he was faced against a younger boy around the age of twelve or thirteen. The young male, Reko looked terrified. He was shaking and looked like he was going to sob. Fleek cracked his knuckled, 'you can handle him' he said in his head. He lunged fast, but suddenly. Reko was behind him, boy was that kid fast. He spun around and faked a lunge. Okay, so now he knew the kid always went left. He lunged far to the left and slammed right into the smaller male. He heard Reko's head smack the floor, and felt guilt would kill him before Reko ever did. He started slamming his fist into his face, sides of his head, and chest. Reko sobbed desperately, his voice was barely a whisper "I thought you looked different..... I thought you might help me...." Fleek stopped instantly. This kid wasn't supposed to be here. This kid was so innocent and kind. Reko wasn't supposed to be here, he was the kid that went missing so many years ago, he never wanted any of this, Fleek realized a little too late. Guilt washed through him, he stared at Reko, watching his tears slide down his face. Fleek pulled a knife, not to hurt him, he made sure no one saw and put it in Reko's smaller hand. Helping him close his fingers around it. "You stab me and I'll fall, there's an exit on the right. Run." Fleek whispered to the younger. Reko nodded a little. He suddenly moved the knife fast and stabbed Fleek in the side, watching him fall before he scrambled to his feet and broke out in a run.

Reko didn't make it far before Chris caught up to him. Chris never went easy on him until two others had to pull him off. One picked up Reko's almost lifeless body and carried him to his room. He received no medical attention. He was barely breathing, and he didn't wake up for days. Fleek opened his door quietly and walked in, closing it behind him. He looked at the young kid, he was beaten to a pulp and bruised all over. He dragged a chair over to his bed and sat next to him. He could never be friends with him in front of people. Probably not in front of him either. "I'm sorry Reko..... I'm guessing you have a rough past too... don't you buddy?" He whispered to him, trying to contain his tears. Reko never responded. Fleek picked up his backpack and found the first aid kit and started to repair the various wounds. He finished and kissed his forehead before leaving.

The next day, Reko did wake up. He walked out of his room silently and went and got some juice. It was three am. No one was up. Accept Fleek. He had been instructed to attack anyone out of their rooms at late hours. He saw Reko, but he didn't attack. Instead and walked over to him and lead him back to his room, giving him pain killers and sleep meds before tucking him in. Never would he be anything like that in front of the others. He would have to be tough on him if he wished to keep both them alive. Reko's little joy from someone caring only lasted that long. Little affection came to him from Fleek from then on. He was used to this, but soon he redeveloped his fear of Fleek. He continued to live his life in fear and Fleek only got rougher on him.