🎵 Welcome To The Party - Diplo🎵
The monotonous routine of the Academy has creeped into untamed annoyance, evident on the bruised faces of each and every trainee. Training had become relentless and selfish, all regard for your opponent, whether it's a person or punching bag, dissipated over the weeks and evolved into complete and total savagery. It became rare to see a face with no busted lip or bloodshot eyes.
We were in a pit, undeniably trapped and bound.
The fact that no-one here could pass as sane doesn't help, the tension between newfound cliques is almost tangible, a constant reminder of our desire, our need for violence. In a world of kill or be killed we're doing neither and it's destroyed any sense of balance or mental stability we could convince ourselves we had.
Fighting is an addiction, a drug I need to function. It's almost like for a brief second, as their eyes close and their hands grapple to hold onto life, I've slain my demons. The rush is overpowering... empowering. However, the seconds pass and reality worms it's way back in, screaming as the doubts, the nightmares reappear, bigger and better than before.
It solves nothing but fuck... it makes me feel, and that's worth any sacrifice.
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"Ladies and gentleman!" The rude, ridiculously loud interruption to my sleep forces me to open my eyes, blinking as small lights I'd never noticed begin to flash erratically, lighting up the darkness; darkness which only comes with night. A night I haven't had a chance to sleep through.
This right here is what hell feels like.
"Uh, what time is it?" In my peripheral vision I watch as Autumn sits up, reaching for the tattered watch she refuses to let out of her sight. It's obviously something sentimental, something she values, something that someone is going to exploit.
"2am. Now, shut up, I'm trying to listen." Kara's demands go unsurprisingly unmet by Autumn as she continues to search in the dark, hitting every hard surface in search of the accessory.
"It appears that you're all awake so I shall continue-" It shouldn't come as a surprise that he's watching us all but Kara pulls her duvet tighter to her chest, again it's instinctive, a natural reaction to being watched. Knowing what happened to her would be useful. The girls a closed book, an emotional void and it's extremely hard to find a weakness in something you can't see. As much as I tolerate Kara, I'm here for Alec and the chance for a profitable future, I have no need for unnecessary emotional attachments so if she's got a crack in that armour of hers, I'd rather be the first to know about it.
"Tonight, we have guests. 55 of Darkwood prisons finest serial killers, abusers and all round worthless pieces of shit sentenced to the death penalty-" I rise to my elbows as Mr. Silvers unchanging tone somehow manages to catch my attention, "In approximately 5 minutes they will be released into The Academy. You are their death penalty. I'd suggest you work effectively and as one unit, given any prisoner that survives until 7am will be set free immediately with no harm allowed to come to them after the final siren. It's time these bad people meet their worst nightmares, don't you agree? You have five hours after the final siren sounds...make these bastards pay."
The announcement dissipates into silence as a flicker of anticipation begins to run through my veins, slowly at first before building into a wildfire, untameable and merciless. Standing up, I change quickly, pulling Alec's oversized t-shirt over my head with the intention of changing into my training gear.
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Adrenaline
Action"You're an enigma, Athena Rose." "Maybe I just want someone to try and understand me." "Some would say thats impossible." "That's because no-ones ever tried hard enough. No-one but him." *** On the Rose siblings 13th birthday their parents are bruta...
