Revenge Gone Wrong

Caught Unawares

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*This feeling turned to fear in an instant as I watched him bring him head back up and give me a murderous glare that would make Arnold Schwarzenegger piss his pants.*
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***Artemis's POV***

His hand shot forward like a claw and encircled my neck. He lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing.

"I will not tolerate this. Until you can beat me and win the bet I suggest you follow my orders. got it?" He said softly, his voice dripping with venom. I nodded as best I could my hands desperately trying to peel his fingers off my neck. He let go of my neck. But swept me off my feet to carry me back to his bed. I glared up at him as he dropped me. I did not like to be manhandled. He leaned down so that our noses were almost touching. "Now stay here and heal. That's an order." He said eyes never leaving mine as he left the room. I heard a soft click of a lock turning into place then all was silent. I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I rubbed my bruises through and I pondered on my weakness. No one has held a finger against me since I was a Freshman. Only my teacher could beat me but he left years ago. I needed to get stronger. I've become lax in my training without proper competition. A wave of drowsiness hit me and I fell into a deep sleep.

            I woke up with a start, looking around quickly. While no one was in the room but a platter of food sat enticingly on the bedside table. I rose, devouring the food, then got to work.

            500, I thought as I finish the last of my sit ups then rolled over to my stomach. I started my pushups attaining a rhythm I was comfortable with. This is what I needed to be doing strengthening up so that I could beat him and leave that embarrassing match behind me. Nothing was going to stop me from winning.

I had come too far with training quit, especially to one as annoyingly arrogant as Iceman. Wait?! I don't even know his name. I should ask him, but he'll probably order me to call him Sir; the Asshole. I still can't believe someone as lazy as him beat me. While I have to train every day to keep my position as boss of my school. It's unfair! Then again life's not fair, I chuckled at that. Then stood up when I hit 500 again. I looked around the room there's not much in here that I can use to seriously train with... I needed equipment. I glared at the door. Iceman had locked it yesterday but I be damn if I let myself be locked away like some trophy for his amusement.

I searched the room. Discovering a thin wire hanger in the closet, I bent it into a straight line. After a few tries, I picked the lock, the door swung open to show two guys staring down at my crouched form in shock. I have them both an innocent grin.

"We have orders that you are to stay in your room until ...", the guy to the left didn't finish his sentence as I thrust an open palm him into his jugular. He crumpled, rasping for breath as he cradled his damaged throat. I spun and roundhouse kick the other guy in the face. He went out like a light. I knocked the first out of his misery with a kick to the face. I grabbed them both by the collar and dragged and locked them in the room.

            After getting lost for about sixth time I was getting used to the place. I finally found the gym on the fifth floor. When I entered, a couple of guys sized me up. One guy even left the room. But most of them refocused on their training. I jogged over to the treadmill and quickly starting it. I brought the speed to a fast jog. After 30 minutes I turned it up to a full sprint and kept going for another thirty minutes. Pressing the stop I jumped off and stretched out my legs. I went over to the weights and stuck two 40 pounds on each end of the bar. I laid down and grabbed hold of the bar. My muscles strained on the first reps. But then the burn spurred me to finish 200 reps with ease. I replaced the bar with a sign of relief taking a breather before the next set. I closed my eyes and focused on controlling my breathing after about a minute or two. I opened them and got back to work.
After the first hundred I heard footsteps behind me, without stopping I said "I'll be done in 15." The person didn't reply as I lowered the bar to my chest. I started to lift it a hand shot out and grabbed the bar keeping it in place. I tried to push the bar up but to no avail. I finally looked up to see frosty blue eyes glaring at me. I tried to wriggle away but the 80-pound plus him keeping the bar in place left no room to escape. I squirmed under his gaze then stopped myself. I shot him a glare, I might be weaker now but confrontation is how I'll beat him. At my glare, that stupid smirk came onto his face. He leaned down, being our faces closer a hairs breathe from each other. Does he seriously not know the concept of personal space?