Law

Resistance

Jack stepped through the small gap into the shed. Inside it was dimmer, the small hanging lights just couldn't compare to the hot sun outside.

Sean smiled at what he saw before him. A boxing ring, boxing bags and work out equipment.

" This is a place where they can teach each other to fight so they protect themselves" Mat smiled as he passed Jack.
" Of course we make it contact and intense, but no one ever does what they don't want to".

Matthias guided Jack to one of the two boxing rings being used. An African American man and a Hispanic women were fighting.

Jack watched for a few moments as they landed powerful hits and grunts when they didn't block properly and were hit. It seemed like the fight was heated. As if it were real.

Although it was assured that it was 'playful' when the two broke apart and shook hands, smiling at each other. They exited via the stairs and laughed together as they used sweat towels to wipe themselves off.

They waved at Mat before leaving, probably to take a shower.

" Ben is going to have a few bruises on him, Grace is very strong" The blonde commented.

Jack was impressed at the utopia that this man had created for slaves. They could feel safe and protected here. They could live the freest life that they could get their hands on.
But why would Mat do all this for them?
Why would he risk everything?
How did he know Nate?

The green haired man turned to Mat.

" Why did you create all this for slaves?" Jack questioned.

The man smiled again and lead him to take a slow walk through the shed. The two passed boxing teachers and students. Teenagers building muscle and more.

Jack watched as Matt rolled up the sleeves to his white shirt. The boy gasped at the deep scars that presented themselves darkly across his otherwise pale skin.

" I used to be a slave, when I was a boy" Mat explained.

Sean understood when he rolled his sleeves back down seconds after he showed them. Not everyone was comfortable with their scars.

" It's complicated as to how I got out. But I'm completely human as they say" Mat continued.

" Is that how you know Nate?" Jack questioned, gesturing to the mans arms.

Mat shook his head softly as he opened a small side door that lead out the shed and towards the rows of houses. Jack stepped through happily as did Mat. The door slammed behind them because of the wind. The people had began to go inside, it looked as if it was going to rain. The deep grey cloud cover supported this accusation.

An older slave limped past Mat without a second glance. But Mat payed attention to the man, great attention and great respect.

" Mr, Turners. Make sure everyone goes inside the mansion if it gets to cold, especially any children" Mat requested.

The man nodded wordlessly and went into his own hut that probably held more people inside.

Jack and Mat started their walk back to the porch in slight drizzling rain.

" I know Nate because I was once his master, back before this camp even existed" The blonde man spoke sorrowfully. He looked up at the sky, painful memories floating around in his head.
" I was much more violent back then".

Jack nodded, he wondered if this kind man before him, had once managed to mangle Nate into the monster that he was today. He wanted to answer his own question with no. The boy wanted to believe that his new friends was as nice and soft as any child. But of course that was impossible, only a child knows innocence.