Disobey

Chapter 17- We're Not the Same

*Paige*

I didn't know his name, but his blood was on my hands. 

"Monster," a voice whimpered.

I turned to see the girl with a bruised face cowering in the corner. She tried to help, at first, but when I sent her larger friend flying into the far side of the room, she didn't touch me. 

Still, that bruise was prominent on her face.

I smirked at the idea of Leo landing a hit on her.

And then scowled at the idea of her beating him near death in return. 

I stepped over the man's limp body - I didn't care if he was still breathing or not.

A hand grabbed my ankle.

The man looked up at me, blood trailing down his cut lips. His face was barely distinguishable at this point. His hand were cold and shaking, fingers probably broken, but he still held on.

"Ple-pleas-ple-" He stumbled, trying to speak through blood and a few missing teeth.

I smiled at him.

"Oh, you want me to show her mercy?" I looked back at the girl who looked ready to bolt. "Why? You don't deserve it. Neither does she."

I stepped out of his grasp. 

I could hear his grunts of pain as he tried to roll over, tried to reach me, tried to reach her. 

She cowered from me like  scared animal. I didn't care.

My hand bundled the collar of her uniform and lifted her, easily, from the ground. 

She tried to pry my fingers off her me, tried to kick me, tried to beat at me. None of the hits were worth mentioning. Just like the searing pain that burned down my other, burnt arm. None of it right now.

It didn't matter when I landed a firm blow in her stomach with my bad arm.

She coughed. 

I threw her across the room, onto her half-conscious friend. 

"This," I hissed, "this is all the mercy I'll give you."

The man stared at me with empty eyes while the girl held her stomach and coughed blood on the floor.

Good. I'd probably broken a rib. It was a fracture of what Leo had suffered, but now she knew something he already learned.

Fear.

I looked around the room, finally taking in the spare bedroom-esque setting. They were probably temporary transfers from another branch under another high commander. That was fine, I'm sure whoever the high commander is would love to take it up with me.

"Bathroom?" I asked, pointing to a door on the far side of the room. "Yes? No? That's okay, I'll find out for myself."

I strutted to the other side of the room, tearing off the jacket of my bloody uniform - I had my black tank top on underneath.

I opened the door to reveal that it was, indeed, a bathroom. Small, but big enough for what I needed. 

I closed and locked the door behind me, just in case one of them got the idea that they could take me on.

I looked in the mirror. My sharp features were complimented with sprays and splatters of blood that dripped down my face. 

I turned the faucet on and began scrubbing. My knuckles were sore and a little raw. Unfortunately, I was in too much of a rush to remember my gloves. That didn't matter - the three back at my place either wouldn't notice the cuts tonight, or they'd be half asleep.