WARNING: Violence and blood mention!
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"Come on you can do better than that!" Caleb yells, as Millie thrusts her fists harder and harder into the punching bag.
"Come on Millie!" He yells, and Millie grunts as she begins punching even harder. She ends with a harsh punch, nearly knocking the punching bag off its hinges. She lets out a exhausted huff.
Sweat beads travel slowly down her flushed face, and she holds her chest, breathing dangerously heavy. Caleb hands her a water bottle, and she takes it gratefully.
"Not bad for your first time." He shoots her a comforting smile, as she chugs on the water, appreciating the feeling of the cold water sliding down her throat.
She pulls the bottle away from her lips, and returns his smile. "Thanks, I guess I'm pretty decent at punching my anger out." She shrugs, lightly laughing to herself. He nods, and hands her a towel.
"You did good today. Same time tomorrow, and we'll work on hand to hand combat." She nods, and walks out of the room, ready to take a cold shower.
She is distracted by the exhaustion of the lesson, and doesn't notice the figure approaching her. She lets out a soft gasp as she walks into the figure, and nearly falls back, but strong arms wrap around her waist, keeping her from falling.
"Oh hello, Ms. Brown." Finn smirks down at her, as her cheeks warm up; but not from the sweat. "Hello, Finn." She breathes, and he pulls her up, closer to him.
"How did your first combat lesson go?" He asks, hesitantly sliding his arms from her waist. She smiles at him, pulling a strand of hair away from her damp face. "Nice."
"Do you have showers here?" She asks, disgusted at the smell and feeling of the sweat traveling over her body. "Yeah... down the hall, first room on the left." He points to the hall, and she weakly smiles, waving a small goodbye as she follows his directions.
He watches her go, staring dreamily as her body walks away from him. What was she doing to him?
"Mr. Wolfhard?" A voice snaps his thoughts away from the beautiful girl. He turns around to see Noah, nervously holding a WolfPad, a iPad-like device that Finn created a year ago. The screen glimmers at him, and he raises an eyebrow at Noah, allowing him to explain.
"You have a message, from Mr. Sartorious." Noah hands him the WolfPad, and Finn rolls his eyes, but presses the Answer button nonetheless.
The hologram of none other than Jacob Sartorious rises to Finn's eye level. Jacob has a light smirk upon his face. Finn frowns, what a dick.
"What do you want now, Sartorious?" Finn snaps, and Noah backs away, allowing him to converse more privately.
"Have you given any further thought to joining me?" He asks, and Finn holds back a laugh. Did he really think Finn would agree?
"No. My answer is still a positive no." Jacob's smirk grows wider, and a hint of triumph glimmers in his hazel eyes.
"Not even if I show you... this?" Jacob steps to the right, and Finn nearly chokes at the sight. There, tied to a chair, unconscious, is Sadie.
Her ginger hair rests upon her face, dark red blood tinting her hair. Her head hangs down, and if Finn couldn't see the slight movement as she breathes, he would have assumed she was dead.
"You sick bastard." Finn mumbles, catching the attention of Noah. "What's wrong?" He freezes as he sees the same sight Finn is still processing.
"987 Tollid Street. Be there in 20 minutes, or you won't see her again." He hangs up, and Finn is faced back with the cold reality. He pulled the classic kidnapping threat. Typical Jacob.
