Ace's Raine

Chapter 3: The Twins

So now I'm fighting every day of my life. I've been fighting for the past two years. That man who took me turned out to be the leader of the fighting facility. His name is Roger Daniels. He is now my mentor and trainer. But I've beaten him so now the roles are switched. I'm pretty much teaching him to fight, and frankly he sucks.

There are a million of us girls here, a few guys but they mostly help train the girls. I don't really talk here, I fight. I have one friend and that's Roy, he is the only one I can tolerate. He's built and handsome, with his shaggy blonde hair and green eyes. He looks like he stepped out of a magazine. He doesn't like it here either, when most of the guys do.

You see, Roy has a girlfriend back home. He hasn't spoken to her in 5 years , he's been here longer than me. He doesn't like talking about her much. All I know about her is that her name is Skye. Any time he says her name he gets this sad look in his eyes. But he still smiles, which almost has me choking up. He doesn't talk much, he is just there. He reminds me of Ryan back home. Quiet but still there.

Roy and I are sparring in the training room of the facility when Roger walks up. He never really changed. He's still arrogant and buff. He taught me to fight, and took me through trials. I never really hated him because he took me. To me that was my dad's fault. I hated Roger because of the trials he put me through.

The trials were the worst of my time here. Electric chairs to whips. Hot sticks burnt on your skin. My arms are covered in thin lines from it. My back covered in scars from over the years. Some scars from Roger, some from my components and some from me. I used to cry almost every day here. From the pain of the trials and the pain of leaving home. But that was also another trial, crying. Roger said crying was a weakness, so he put me through so much pain until I was used to it. I haven't cried in a year.

He walks up to us as we cool down. I automatically glare and stiffen up.

"What do you want?" I spat in his direction.

"Still giving an attitude, I see." He smiled.

"What do you want?" I repeat.

"I need to talk with you in my office, now." He says and turns and leaves.

I turn to look at Roy with a questioning look. He just shrugs while taking a sip of his water bottle.

"Do you know what he wants?" I ask him. "This can't be because I smashed one of his girl's face in last week, can it?"

"No its not. He talked to me last night and you're going to like what he has to say." He replies smiling.

"Ummm, okay?" I brush off the invisible dirt on my pants, and grab my stuff. I slip on my tennis shoes and head out, waving bye to Roy.

I walk down the gazillion hallways to Roger's office, passing girls in casts. These girls look to be about twelve to thirteen. They must be new; they look like they are in so much pain. But that's how I started out, trials and games to test my pain tolerance. It took four months to overcome my pain through the electric machines and weapons thrown at me .I want to help these girls but I know for a fact if I did that. I would end up looking like them.

I step into his office and sit down in a cushioned couch.

He is sitting at his desk, on the phone but once he sees me he ends the call.

"I have some bad news." He says grimly.

My heart starts racing. Please don't say it's my family.

"You have to go back to your family for a year." He says looking very sad.

I don't reply, I just stare back.