Secret Killer (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 6 The Force of the Dead

"You want me to do what?"

I swear Hunter was fucking insane if he thought I was going to do this...

"We call them The Force of the Dead, or The Force for short. Don't be such a drama queen." He says way to calm about it.

"Fuck this shit I refuse!"

"You're cute when you think you control where or what you do."

I groaned, but he was right. I was at the very bottom, and getting higher into this hell hole wasn't exactly on my to-do list. I mean come on! They expected me to do their dirty work? To kill some bastard that got on their bad side? I mean yeah, I took out three guys during the deal because they were trying to kill me. I guess whoever I was forced to kill would end up trying to kill me too... Fuck it I was dead to the social world, there was no point trying to follow the law. Damn, maybe joining this force would be a good thing... Maybe I could get a lock on my door, maybe they would move my dorm... Maybe he wouldn't be able to find me! This could be my get out of Jail free card.

"Do they live separate from everyone else?" I asked hopefully, even if it was just a small chance.

"Yeah they have their own separate wing of the compound that only they can get into. We program your eye to open the entrance, and there are motion detectors if more than one person comes in with you, as well as cameras of course. You also get locks on your door. Any training equipment you need can also be moved to your room too. You guys are pretty high up on the totem pole."

Well damn, that was all I needed to hear! Far away from the dickhead, barely have to leave my room... This was turning out better than I thought. 

"When can I start?"  I was suddenly really excited and I hope he wouldn't ask why.

"Wait what? Is it the room thing? Barely anyone knows you at the compound and you're already running from someone?" Guess I spoke too soon...

"No, there is no reason to run from anyone at the compound."I say trying to be as confident as possible.

"Ha-ha you're funny, it's Ethan right? The guy that attacked you in you're room a few nights ago?"

"Don't get into this Hunter it's ancient history, he was just trying to scare me." Hunter cannot get involved.

"He almost killed you, and you expect me not to get involved?"

"WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE?" Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but I didn't care. Hunter could not get involved. It would ruin everything. It was silent for the rest of the ride. I wasn't about to break the silence, and neither would he. When we got back to the compound we awkwardly went to my room. I grabbed my still packed duffel bag that had the few things I collected at my time here. Then he showed me too my new room. The door opened to his eye, and he explained in about an hour it would open  to mine too. We walked in, it was fucking huge.

The walls were a matte black, with one red wall. The red wall was opposite of the door and had the only window. There was a rock wall on the black wall the the left of the door. there was also a half two story. Hunter explained that the bathroom was up there. Which was definitely enough motivation to climb the wall. The queen bed was to the right of the window. A desk was to the left. The window took up most of the red wall. If you stayed out after hours there was a rope you could climb to get in your window, but it was also eye access.

After I dropped off my duffel bag Hunter led me to the training room, to pick out the equipment I wanted in my room. Hunter recommended a few weights and a bench lift. I also got the stereotypical  treadmill, and a jump rope.  After that Hunter left me at the door of my room, also eye access, which is safer than just a key. He also told me there was a pool on the roof, but it wasn't like I had a bathing suit.  

That was the first night I slept well since Ethan attacked me. I woke up a little after 10. I went into the main compound for some breakfast, then came back to my room. I climbed the rock wall, took a shower, and then went to find Hunter so I could get a bathing suit. It was really easy to find Hunter. I checked the training room for the main compound first, and then the kitchen. He was in the kitchen. 

"Hunter, I need a bathing suit for the pool," I say.

"I can get one for you, or you can come with me. Do you want a one piece or two?" There's humor in his eyes when he mentions the two piece.

"A one piece is fine." I say just waiting for a snide comment.

"What no eye candy? You could at least show us some tummy," he says mischievously.

"Did you really just say tummy? "Maybe," he said grinning and then started tickling me. 

"Oh my god! Hunter stop, I can't breathe!" I was laughing too hard, but he wouldn't stop. He finally stopped when I started wheezing.

"Hunter (breath) I swear (breath) if you ever (breath) tickle me (breath) again!" I say angry now.

"Awe come on babe, don't be so uptight," He says grinning like a madman.

"You are such a flirt, and I am not your babe. Also, I'm walking away now," I'm still trying to catch my breath, but Hunter catches me first. He grabs my wrist and spins me to face him again. 

"Darling you know you love me," he's smirking.

"So much for getting a damn bathing suit," I say irritated.

"No, wait we can still get your bathing suit. Come on." Now he wants to be serious. I swear he's bipolar. He leads me down a few halls, and then into a storage room. It's huge, and there's more than just bathing suits in here. Anything I would need. I grab a black military size duffel bag off one of the shelves, and start to fill it up. I grab everything that I need, since this storage room is like a mini mall. Soon the duffel bag is full, so I grab another one. The first one I filled with necessities, shower supplies, a few pans, a crockpot, a few burners, stuff like that. I make Hunter carry the mini fridge. The second one I start filling up with hair ties, clothes, shoes, and more. Then I get to the bathing suits, I end up with 2 bikinis, a one piece, a pair of high waisted bottoms, and short bottoms. After filling up that duffel bag I get a smaller bag, so I can fill it with weapons off the wall. I grab another switchblade, a machete, a pocketknife, a multitool, a gps watch, night-vision goggles, earring cameras, a few others, and some holsters. All of this fills up the two smaller bags. I carry all of the bags, one large one and one small one on each shoulder while Hunter carries the mini fridge.

 When we get back to my room I flop down on my bed, and drop the bags on the floor. Hunter gently lays down the mini fridge, and then flops on the bed, landing on top of me. 

"HUNTER GET OFF," I yell struggling to breathe.

"If I get off you owe me, and it gets to be anything I want okay," he says making me nervous.

"Hunter please, I'm not having sex with you," I would stab him and get him off before I would do that.

"No of course not. Darling what do you take me for? A Manwhore?" I can't tell if he's joking or not.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I'm hurt, but do you agree to my condition or not?" There is something evil coming from this I can feel it.

"Fine, fine, Now get your fat ass off me," Hunter gives me a migraine.

"Okay, now for that condition..."

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