Megan Heartly

3 Black

He squeezed his hold, veins pressing against the skin on his face and hands. The air was closing in on me and I was fading fast.

It was strange how he had already made me completely defenseless to the point I can't fight back. He already knows my weakness, my moves and my attacks, making me an easy kill for him.

"This is for him...." He said his eyes red and I don't know if he was crying or it was because of the water in the shower.

I shut my eyes, feeling my body light and on the verge of leaping into death.

Just as the air escaped my lungs, the door burst open and two men rushed in, grabbing his shoulders and yanking him from me, throwing him to the ground and pinned him there as the other one ran for me, examining my condition whilst I got soaked in the now warm water. He turned the shower off and talked through his earpiece to someone on the other end.

"Get off of me!" Zain screamed in anger, struggling to get the man off of him. But I guess the man was trained for these type of conditions.

"You better calm down!" The man hissed, pinning Zain's head to the ground. "Your brother is gone and what you're doing will never bring him back, face the fact and leave the f*** with it."

I was positioned in a sitting position against the wall as paramedics rushed into the room, opening their boxes and removing so many items.

I glanced back at Zain only to notice he was looking at me with preying eyes. Promising it wasn't over yet.

"What the hell happened in here!?" The man with the black hair walked in in anger, his face red and his glasses pulled off his face.

He glanced at me and chocked on air, glancing at Zain but didn't move any closer, too afraid to ruin his expensive suit.

"Zain! What is this? The rules are clear!" He yelled, flapping his arms in all directions. "If you want to die be my guest. Your brother is dead! Gone! Forever and he's not coming back even if you cry for the hundredth time! His f***ing gone! Face it like a man not a baby!"

His words hurt me the most. Knowing Tania was gone too. Knowing his disrespecting my best friend's death indirectly.

She was a sweetheart and loving to me. She would always make me happy and in return I was strong for her, I was her protector in all the challenges and we won victoriously.

Then they had to separate us....

Zain was quite, laying there pinned to the ground and allowing his tears to slide silently across his face to the wet and bloody floor. His wasn't looking at me anymore but at a distance. Lost in thought and I knew he was hurting inside.

I understand why he killed Tania. Because they were matched to fight and it was a win or lose.

Her death will scare me, knowing I will be alone once more. But isn't it the same case as him? After all, I killed his half. But I wouldn't just let myself die. I decided it was best not to have friends, because if I did have friends, it would be harder to end them and giving up on myself is just as painful.

I was made to stand up and as they cleared my wounds and wrapped a bandage around my head. They gave me new clothes and Zain as well. They let him go and all he did was stare at me with an understain expression on his face.

I couldn't read it anymore and that made me scared. I didn't know what he was thinking now. To kill me again?

"If this happens again, one of you will be visiting the Blood room. And trust me, you wouldn't want that place. You'd want to die instantly." The man in the suit smirked.

I never learned his real name, he only went by Black. Maybe because it was to deal with his hair. Otherwise I don't know.

They left the room and I glanced towards Zain who snorted and walked to the far end shower cubicle.

I walked back into the one I was going to die in and washed off the blood, making sure I don't wet my bandage.

Once I was through, I changed into the new clothes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him in there.

When I opened the door, horrified eyes greeted me, eyeing the bandage on my head and the bruise marks around me.

My skin looked completely different now, but the good thing was that it wasn't that damaged and it will take a few days to heal at least.

I walked to my bed and noticed the skin medicine and new bandages with painkillers next to them.

I took the skin repair cream and rubbed it all over my slightly damaged skin, feeling better at how freash it felt.

The door to the bathroom opened and he walked out, getting everyone's horrified eyes again.

I watched as he walked to his bed, shooting a glare my way.

His bed was just next to mine and that wasn't good. Someone had moved it there.

Maybe Black did, thinking this setting will make it better for us to pass on the troubles.

Black will might as well be the end of me.