Barely Lethal

four.

That night after dinner, Zach had led me to my room. It looked nothing like I imagined: it's about the size of a prison cell. Wooden floors, purple walls, and a comfortable looking bed and a vinyl record player along with records of my favorite artists.

"You're going to have to do that with your stuff." Zach said.

"Do you guys know everything about me?" I questioned curiously. He shrugged.

I shook my head, wondering what I got myself into. They must have wanted me to get comfortable and I think that's thoughtful. I guess things wont be so bad after all. However, I didn't find it too thrilling that the cafeteria was located a mile away.

I hadn't even been here that long and I already miss home. Now I have to do this on my own. Great. Not even the most of my worries, either.

As I stepped outside to see the obstacle course my eyes became watery. I may have just peed in my pants.

"Is..is", my words seem to stick together.

"Yup," Zach said. "That's your worst nightmare."

There were loops and turns in places where it shouldn't be. Mud galore, swings, caves, strings the size of Mount Rushmore that wed have to climb on the daily, walls, balancing beams. You name it, the course had it. And guess who would fall on her face every-single-time.

This is just the beginning. Zach turned to me, and I gaped at him.

"You have to be here by 7 in the morning tomorrow." His voice turned cold. "We don't take tardiness lightly."

I nodded, not wanting to piss him off.

"Okay, lets go meet your trainer." He grinned, going back to his cheery self.

We walked through the entire place, and I noticed a few men working out. I couldn't help myself to stop ogling at their muscles. I hope I didn't drool. There were a few women who were working out like it was a piece of cake. I was amazed. I can barely run a mile.

I looked forward to see a man who didn't look too old as me. His cheeks are chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose is perfectly symmetrical. His lips are slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. He had icy blue eyes that seemed to freeze you in your tracks, staring into your soul and reading your mind.

Are all assassins in this agency beautiful?

Quinn, meet Finn, your trainer. Zach said, snapping me out my thoughts. His eyes kept on observing me like I was a disgrace. I cowered closer to Zach, wishing I was invisible as his eyes never left mine.

"Hey," I slowly reached out a hand to him, trying to ease the awkwardness. The response I got was a glare and somehow I felt paralyzed.

I quickly withdrew my hand, awkwardly laughing and avoiding looking at him. I could feel Zach's breath on my neck as he whispered, "He doesn't talk much." I rolled my eyes. I think I already figured it out.

Few seconds later, Finn grunted, "Follow me." obviously tired from his work out. He had already began to walk away and I looked at Zach for assurance. He shrugged.

He had led us to a match where two men were already fighting in a boxing ring. The thought of violence has always bothered my but now it just brings horrible memories of my father.

I cringed, focusing my attention on the match.

One man staggered away, fighting to get his air back. For a moment, he looked like he would puke, but he managed to straighten up. Pure rage crossed his face.