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Chapter two.

10 WEEKS BEFORE.

"I have no problem putting her in her place," Pero says to our fighting instructor after being called to spar me. She walks to the middle of the mat as if her standing there would make me move any faster, or perhaps entice me. I don't budge, instead i continue my conversation with my friend Rook. When i was put here i made it a mission not to make "friends" but I like to think that us becoming friends was inevitable. We are both so different but alike, i am sarcastic and outspoken, she is a get to the point kind of person. If Rook insults you it will be straightforward, a direct blow that always hits its target. If i insult you, it will be wrapped up pretty with words that make you think, but again a blow that always hits its target. The parts of me that lack reason Rook makes up for.She makes up for the parts of me that lack compassion as well. She knows that this place has changed me in the short time i have been here. But not in the same way i know it has changed her though. Rook was here before i arrived and she was the only person who ever got a glimpse of who i was before. We are both different from our past selves, everyone here is but that is the one thing that no one talks about. Ever. The major thing that brought Rook and I together though was the fire we both have inside of us. I don't think we knew it at the time, but we both burn with something special. The more people that realise it the more dangerous we become. Rook is a girl with creamy skin, not like a white creamy almost like a honey, she has shoulder length wavy hair with blue at the tips, although she is not taller than me she is older than me by a year (making her 18) and sometimes it shows. She is the more mature out of the both of us and the most level headed. " I think she is waiting to put you in your place" Rook says to me gesturing to Pero who is standing with her hands on her hips. With a sigh i get up slowly leaning over to Rook i whisper, "Hold this for me." I slid the bracelet i was wearing to her discreetly and she hid it in her pocket. The bracelet is the only thing i have from before, if anyone found out i still had it i would be in big trouble. "King get to the mat now!" Thomson our fighting instructor yells at me. As i make my way to the big circular sparring mat everyone stops their conversations to watch me. Although i'm not the newest one to be added to this place, i'm still pretty new and everyone is wondering how some new girl ended up with a name like King. We all take turns sparring each other at the request of Thomson the Jester. There are only three rules to sparring.
1.No stepping out of the rink
2.The only way out is if you get knocked out or you tap out
3.If you tap out, you should either have a broken bone or a open wound dripping blood.

As i step on to mat i give Pero a once over. She is your typical beautiful, blonde hair, brown eyes, plumped lips, creamy skin. She was probably a popular girl before, with a clique and a jock boyfriend. Now she is still beautiful with a boyfriend who is very good looking, she is still very bratty and everything she does irritates me. Everything she says irritates me. Everything she is irritates me. She irritates me to the point of anger. "Sorry, to keep you waiting Peroxide," i smirk at her. The blonde hair is what everyone thinks got her the nickname Pero, but i think our names have a deeper meaning than we all think. "If you die today you will die a soldier's death," Thomson starts. Before every fight we all have to hear how much of an honor it is if we die to have died at the hands of one of our own. Bull. Pero strikes first. It is fast but lazy so i easily dodge it. I look at her seeing the anger on her face practically spill through her eyes. She flips her blonde ponytail over a perfectly crisp black long sleeve shirt that makes her look like a model and not a soldier. She switches up her stance and i make a mental note of how much weight she is putting on her left foot. She swings and again she misses. She tries to hit me with her right fist and i dodge it smoothly. She's getting angrier and angrier. " Wow peroxide i really feel like you're putting me in my place right now" i say to her and she becomes livid. She sends a series of jabs at my face each one connecting with nothings but air. She is not use to being toyed with and boy am i playing with her. She then tries to grab a hold of me but i am much to quick for her and she is tiring herself out. "King, stop dodging and actually fight her!" Thomson practically screams at me his ugly twisted face now seeming even more ugly and somehow more twisted. "Are you scared?" Pero says with false sincerity and a perfect pout. "Only of the dark." i say back mocking her tone and pout. We are circling each other now and everyone is watching. Her brown eyes fixed on me her perfect eyebrows scrunched with anger and annoyance. She swings again at me but this time instead of just ducking on my way up i give a swift jab at her right ribs. She staggers and gasp for breath, surprised i did anything at all and when her eyes finally meet mine again i can see that she has surpassed anger. I give a short laugh and she is livid. "Your family probably begged to have you taken away you stupid, unwanted, no skin!" she screams like a 5 year old child who has just been told they cannot have their favorite dessert ever again her voice dripping with entitlement. There was a slight gasp that came from somewhere in the room. Everyone in the room has stopped. Everyone is silent. Everyone knows what she has just done, and somehow they know what i am about to do. The one unspoken rule that no one ever breaks she has just broken it. The one button that should never be pushed, she has just slammed her thumb into it like someone on an elevator who has had a rough day. The wound that is still to fresh and to new to me, she has just poured a gallon of salt on it. The smug smile that has found a permanent home on my face has slipped, it is replaced by something more sinister and deadly. I look at her directly in the eyes and i see her confident air start to slip as she realizes what she has just done. "Ki-" she starts but falters. I have not been here long enough for little comments about my past to just roll off my back and she knows it. It seems like she knows what is about to happen by just the look i know i am now giving her. Today Pero will tapout or die trying. I swing my right leg in the air so fast that she does not have time to prepare for when my foot connects with her jaw. There is blood but i am not satisfied. She tries to regain composure but i refuse to give her the privilege. I close the small distance between us and before she realizes what's happening my left fist connects with her perfect nose and i hear a satisfying crack. I am in full assassin mode, i am being everything these people are trying to train me to be, i am being everything i hate. No. Right now this sorry no skin in front of me is everything I hate. She swings at me but i catch her arm, twisting it as my knee makes contact with her stomach which causes her to double over. I use this as a perfect opportunity to get her on the ground. My elbow lands in the center of her back and she is down and i am on top of her swinging. I have thrown what little training and discipline they have tried to teach me out of the window. Pero has crossed a line and all i am seeing is red. The anger that has never really had an outlet is now spilling out of me and on to her face. I swing and swing and swing. This is not me. I am no longer me. I no longer belong to myself. I am turning into exactly who they want me to be. I am still on top of her, and with every swing i can feel what was left of my old self dying. Every time i swing at her it's like someone is taking a knife and stabbing my humanity with it. I swing even as i am ripped off of the girl with the once perfect face. I am seeing red and i start to attack whoever has grabbed me. He is stronger than i am by a long shot but that does not stop me from trying. I twist and i shout as i am dragged out of the room by this Jester who has no idea how much trouble he will be in when i get free of his grip. "Let me go! She didn't tap out!" i scream. We are in a room i have never seen before but i am too angry to care about my surroundings. The jester is strapping me into some kind of chair but i do not make it easy for him. "You're a little firecracker." he says to me as he straps the last restraint on my arms and moves down to my legs. I swing up and one of my kicks connect with his lip. "Boom." i hiss at him with sarcasm and anger. A firecracker? Really? He finishes strapping me up and steps back wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his sleeve. He smirks as he does this and i notice a scar that starts from the top of his upper lip and reaches the bottom of it. It in no way made him look ugly in fact he himself was not ugly. Now that i'm looking at him he is very attractive and for some reason i am starting to get angry again. He is looking at me so i look right back at him and i wish i hadn't. His eyes are green and his tanned olive skin not only bring out his eyes but his scar as well and in a way it seems beautiful. His jaw is set, like he is always making some decision. His dark hair is cut short and there is scruff on his face not to much but just enough for me to know that it's been a long day for him because i heard that "scruff" isn't allowed, on anyone. He is very well built, muscular but not overbearingly muscular. He is taller than me by a few inches or maybe a foot. "Is there a reason you're looking at me?" i ask him. "Im making sure you don't escape, little firecracker." his smooth voice says to me with a sort of smirk. "Im strapped in a chair, big idiot." i say mocking his smooth voice and smirk and he laughs! Actually laughs! And maybe if I weren't strapped to a chair in a room i had never seen before and maybe if there wasn't somonelses blood all over my hands maybe if the circumstances were different i could allow myself to like him. But they aren't so i can't and i am angry all over again. I start trying to get out of the chair, im kicking, im screaming, im shouting empty threats until im silenced by a door i hadn't noticed before being opened. A woman walks in the room, she strides over to me with a perfect walk and looked at me. My breath stopped. Although her eyes were golden her other perfect features seemed to familiar. The blonde hair, the perfect brow, the full lips. "I see you've met my daughter." she said her voice smooth and silky. She was in front of me now, bending down so we were at eye level. "You're special," she said looking at me "You know i could have you killed for what you have done today?" she said in a way that was neither threatening or scary, it was truthful. I could tell she wanted me to answer her with the truth as well. I looked her right in the eyes and without a hint of sarcasm in my voice i said, "I'm already dead."
It was true, although Pero might not have died today, i know that i have. The old me is dead and there will be no mourning her. "King," the woman says as she straightens,"I have big plans for you." My blood is boiling. It is probably best that i am in this chair right now because in that brief moment realization hits me. She is the one who has taken me. She is the one who has put me here and has killed my family. She is the one who has killed the old me. She is the one who has created the person i can feel myself becoming. In this moment i know that everything has changed within me. I watch her move across this too white room that we are in. I watch her hand big idiot some sort of pill. He comes over to me and holds it out in front of my mouth. "Eat it." She says from across the room. Big idiot is looking at me pleading with his eyes but i do not budge. Her attack is swift and leaves my face stinging. She has hit me. "Eat it." she says her voice never raising. She sees that i am still not complying and she grabs the pill out of Big idiots hand and holds it out. "You will eat this pill." she says inches away from my face "even if i have to force it down your throat." she is not playing games. I open my mouth for her to place the pill inside. As she places it on my tongue i close my mouth abruptly and i am biting her until i hear a crunch. She is crying out in pain but not much. Her pointer finger is still in my mouth between my teeth as big idiot is forcing my jaw open. When she pulls back she still has her composer as if the top of her pointer finger is not dangling abnormally. She looks at me and something in her mood has shifted. It's like she is pleased with what i have just done. "Like i said, you are very special," she drags out the r in very "but disobedience will not be tolerated take her to the Arcan." she says dismissively as she is guided out of the room by a Jester i didn't even know was there. "What?!" i hiss as i notice big idiot watching me. We are alone once again and he is looking at me. "You really are different." he says more to himself than me and for some reason his words send chills up my spine. I am no idiot. I know that the word different in a place like this also meant dangerous. I am King and i am dangerous.