Beautifully Chaotic

18 | I'll Keep Fighting

chapter 18 :

I stand in front of Chase's door biting off all the skin left on my bottom lip. As I tap my foot to the ground anxiously I debate whether or not I should ask him the question rolling around in my head.

When he decides to open the door he's made he choice for me. He stumbles backward a little when his eyes first come in contact with mine. "Oh hey Bree. I wasn't expecting you?"

I keep tapping my foot but I stop chewing on my lip when my mouth parts. "Can you teach me how to fight?" I blurt out the words in one fast breath.

He raises an eyebrow at me and relaxes on the side of the door frame. "Fight? Are you kidding?"

"No! I'm serious," I cross my arms in hopes to make myself look tougher. "I want to learn... you know with the punches and cool kicks and stuff."

His lips widen in a smile and he chuckles out. "We'll go to the Armory."

~*~

I've been to a lot of places in Valencia but the Amory isn't one of them. There's hard and gray concrete surrounding the tough looking building with a couple steps leading up to the entrance. There's a few trees lining up along the path of the side walk which seems to be the only normal thing I'm used to seeing around here.

I notice that there's not a single view of any person in sight from around the perimeter. Judging by the lack of buildings and view I'm getting I'm guessing that the Armory isn't well known to the people of Valencia.

When we enter the un-toxicated air leaves my lungs as I breathe in the air filled with men's sweat. I watch as I see men and woman slam their bodies against each other as their sweat drips onto the protective mat below them. Some people hold swords in their hands as they battle for sport with one another.

The deeper Chase leads me into the Amory the less amount of people surround us. We go into a narrow hall with photographs of people and weapons on either side of us. We walk in silence until we get to the elevator waiting for us at the end of the hall.

When the door closes and traps us inside the metal box together I decide to speak. "How do you know about this place?"

"I used to come here almost everyday when I turned five. Jackson offered the idea after what happened with Cecelia," he says his words confidently as he remembers a tragic time in his life.

"It wasn't your fault, Chase," I whisper comfortingly as I look at him through the corners of my eyes. It wasn't your fault that you were only four years old and couldn't keep her from dying from armed men.

Chase stares ahead as he choose to say his next words. "There's just that piece of guilt on my soul that I'll never be able to get rid of."

The elevator door opens up on the fifth floor and we enter into a large and open room. The floor is covered with the same protective mats and the walls are also coated with the same protection. On the very North side of the room are gigantic windows from the bottom to the top letting in all the natural sunlight. We're so high up that I can see the city of Valencia on the horizon.

"That was always my favorite place too," Chase speaks as he comes next to me.

I smile out in awe as I stare ahead at the city I grew up in but got dragged out of when I was six.

"You ready Bree?" Chase asks from behind me now.

I turn around from the city and nod enthusiastically. I kick off my shoes as I notice Chase has done the same. "Where are the swords and stuff?"