dark corners of the cruel world▪mitch rapp

♤ finally, the past: part 1 ♤

  "These are your targets. Memorize them. It's your responsibility to be able to identify them. You shoot a combatant, you get a point. You miss, you get a shock." Hurley explained to his trainees. Alexa was sitting in a chair next to her stepfather, looking at the
men through the window above the control panel. Mitch was there with them, glancing at her a few times, but quickly looking away. Meanwhile she just stared at him, not caring to look away.

  Stan told them a few more things before starting the animation, leaving them to defeat the targets he showed them barely thirty seconds earlier. They shot out of the fake guns, few of them getting the electric shocks already. Alexa remembered the first time she did this exercise, she didn't miss a single target. Others, however, returned to their cots with muscles aching from electric shocks.

  The brunette looked at the young trainees with a smirk playing on her lips. Hurley noticed that and shook his head. "You seem pleased." He remarked, turning his head back to the men struggling with power running through their body.

  "It's nice to remember the good old times, y'know." She replied in attempt to irritate him. He huffed. "I didn't get a single shock even though it was my very first try. Yet, you didn't even look at me." She was still smirking, he just remained silent, ignoring her as he always did. After a few seconds she was the one to be irritated, she pressed her lips in a thin line, leaning back and watched in silence. A few guys gave up, ripping the wires off with rage slipping off their lips. One of them threw up. All the while Mitch continued to shoot, not even bothered to glance at his teammates leaving, him eventually being the last  ostanding.

   She watched as Rapp shot rapidly around him, getting a shock every minute. "What in the holy fuck is he doing?" She leaned forward on the chair, resting her hands on her knees.

   "He's shooting the target." Hurley said with a smug smirk on his face as she glanced over the screens, seeing the man who killed Mitch's fianceé. The idea was most certainly clever, even though it wasn't really humane. It wasn't humane at all. There was a thin line between torture and what Hurley was doing.

   His stepdaughter shook her head. "You're torturing him." The girl told Stan, and he was taken aback. He truly didn't expect of her to say that.

   "Are you stupid or what?" He snarled. "Of course I'm torturing him. It's the only way he's going to learn. Why the fuck do you care anyways?" He looked at her with piercing eyes, she bit her tongue. Oh, Mitch just made her cross the line, this has gone too far.

   "I don't." She shrugged, trying to seem as relaxed as she could. She was about to say something else in her defense, but Mitch fell to the ground, almost passing out from all the voltage going through his body. Yet, he wanted to stand up and continue, he wasn't going to stop. Ever.

   "Alright, get the fuck out Rapp." Stan yelled through the microphone. Mitch just laid there, taking his dear time to just look back on his life and think about everything that has led to that exact moment. But Hurley was having none of it.

   Alexa rolled her eyes. "You broke him." She murmured and Stan laughed quietly, something between a sigh and actual laugh. Hurley commanded for Mitch to get up once again and he stood up, heading out of the training room. "I'll go talk to him." The woman decided, leaving before Hurley could argue.

  The woman walked through the halls of the building, getting closer to the changing room. The moment she looked into the steamy changing room, she could see Rapp sitting on the bench, all alone, his face hurried in his hands. He had no clothes whatsoever, the only piece of fabric on him was a towel.

  "You alright?" Alexa asked, leaning against the door frame. Mitch slowly looked up at her and huffed, shaking his head. She sighed and rolled her eyes, moving to sit next to him. This was rather surprising, since she ignored the young trainee for a good couple of weeks. Ever since the little event in the woods.