This is what we Feared

Captivated

The next morning I wake up determined, determined to prove to myself that I am strong, that I am better than the old me. I walk through the cafeteria with my head held high and sit next to a group of people.  I smile as if I've known them forever, but introduce myself, they all force a smile in return. But quickly turn away as if they were too busy for me. I hear one whisper:
"Is that her?" And another replies, "it can't be, I mean look at her." Speaking as if I wasn't even there. Instead of asking them a question I won't get an answer to I pick up my food and walk away. I leave the cafeteria as well and make my way upstairs where I have never been. I hear banging from some of the rooms far down the hall, I quicken my pace and go to the doors and yank them open making all the people stop moving. My eyes are drawn to the knives in one corner and in people's hands being thrown at a target. As I scan the people's faces, I notice Hudson, almost looking annoyed that I am there. He ignores me and continued to throw at the targets, making me eager to walk even further in the room. I go to one of the men standing without knives. Before I ask the question one says,
"This is training- " and he pauses, "who are you?" What a good question, I wish I had the answer to, I no longer know myself.
"My name is A- Jade." I say and mentally curse myself for almost slipping up and saying Alex.
"Maybe I can show you how to throw." Finally someone who will help me. He walks me over to the section of the knives, before grabbing one I relative how abnormal this really is, I with a stranger about to throw knives at the wall and I'm excited about it me.
     He lines my body up with the target and shows me the motion to throw and how to hold the knife. And suddenly I blurt out
"Why do I need to know this?" Making him laugh.
"You really don't know what this is don't you?" I shyly look down, "we are of uses you candy rebels, for years we have planned what to do if this exact case would happen, we are underground and no one but us no we exist. Sure people have their guesses about us. We are vigilantes. We help the people who can't help themselves and hurt the ones who deserve it." Does anyone ever truly deserve death? I know my friends and family did but yet look how it turned out for them. Realizing I'm not going to respond he lines my boys up again and makes me throw the knife, and I completely miss. For the next hour I hit the target for the majority of the time, one even Bulls eye.
"Come back tomorrow." He calls to me as a I leave. As I walk down stairs I realize still didn't have anywhere to stay. I try to remember where Charlotte took me, I walk around for what seems like forever until I see the doors which I vaguely remember. I knock before entering and when I do everyone stops.
"You can't just-" one says before I cut him off.
"I just need a room." I say sharply. Suddenly anger pours in me, I'm enraged how they people have treated me, not allowing me to know anything about where I am.
"You must prove yourself." And I laugh, I actually laugh,
"You guys got to chill." I say while continuing to laugh. I see anger brewing in their eyes so I attempt to control my laughter. They continue to speak without commenting on my reply
"Hudson will be your trainer. Find him and he will explain everything to you." I leave the room without answering because I'm not angry because I still have no where to sleep. I try to remember where Hudsons room was, I vaguely remember a painting I loved by the door to his room so I look for that off memory. After 20 minutes I begin to give up in frustration.
I decide to wait until lunch to find him,hoping he will be eating today. In the mean time I decide to fog back to the training room and the guy from earlier to be there. I walk in and immediately see him.
"Back already?" he smirks making me smile. "I just realized I never got your name."
"Jade." I say and walk over.
"Ashton." He replies.
"I didn't ask did I?" He smirks again, making my heart beat just a little bit faster, " I want to learn to fight."
"You came to the right person then." He walks over to the padded mat and I follow. Two people are currently on it, fighting. They are punching eachother, hard. I cringe and turn around unable to watch. I feel a hand on my waist ,
"This is gonna be you so you better watch." Ashton whispers. After 5 minutes the taller guy has won and the other guy lays over in pain, this place is really fucked up.
"I chose Ashton." I hear someone say in the back. He steps up on the mat and stares directly at Ashton.
"Wish me luck." And gets up on the mat.
"Get ready 3, 2,1. Go!" Someone says, they both stare at eachother and circle on the mat. The other guy is obviously bigger and more muscular than Ashton but can't compare to Ashton's speed, he quickly dodges the punch and they continue to circle. The man throws another punch which is also dodged. The next punch Ashton dodges but attacks him at the same time and kicks him in the stomach hard, but it only made the other guy take a small step back. This could go on forever.
Ashton and the guy continue to fight and I could tell the stranger was getting tired while Ashton was going strong, that was his plan to tire him out. I realize that I'm captivated with Ashton, he's unique, the way he stand fights, talks, laughs I'm intrigued. After a couple more minutes Ashton throws a strong punch making him stagger back then kick him in the stomach again cussed him to fall to the ground making a loud sound and before I knew it I was clapping and screaming song with other people around, I shocked myself once again, I'm cheering for someone else pain. I stop clapping and yelling and look around. I didn't want to become these people. There was something so wrong here. This was a sick cult. For the first time I ask myself why haven't I left. For some reason I haven't had this though yet. In the craziness I found myself stills Ager here than with the rest of the people this was the lesser of two evils .