Chapter 2
So two days after the voting i had to live next door to the guy not actually comfortable sleeping next door to him or even standing by him. i always feel Captains cold stares on me. i wonder what goes on in that head of his probably evil dark things he might do to me.
Today was the day i help him train his team. i plced on my regular clothes and jogged toward there training site. "Come On Viper you can do better than that pick up your feet!" i heard Captain raised his voice to a girl with brown hair and cobra scales tattooed on her. trying her best to win hand to hand combat with a quick faster oppenet. i watched his moves. there kinda like mine but too slow.
"be more flexible!" i shouted at her. she became less tense amd started to block the moves and actually hit him.
Jagger groans and faces me with the same cold,stern face "what do you think your doing?" he growled.
"well what does it look like?" i placed my hand on my hip "im helping OUR team"
"you mean MY team?" he chuckles. the chuckle was so dark, i cringed. "you just back up no one needs help from a wannabe black chic" he pushes me away from the fence.
That's it! "I had it with you and your jacked up personality. what have i ever do to you!" the team started to quiet down. "so would you stop and fix that" i pointed up and down his body "somewhere else" ooh's and whistles went out.
"Quiet!" he yelled at them they quickly turned quiet. i rolled my eyes and started to walk away from him. Until i felt a hard yank from my head and a pop from my neck. i groaned in pain as i felt my head pull back. i felt his hot breath on my neck and ear. "hm no one tells you 'you have long hair?' " he chuckled deeply making my stomach turn. i grimaced as he knee's my back "Remember i know where you sleep" he again rughly pushes me hard to the ground.
-At Night-
I placed a t-shirt on and kept my jeans off only revealing small short shorts. i yawned and climbed to bed to forget about the freak i had enough for one whole day.
-1 am-
I suddenly felt metal cuffs cuffing me to my bed. i started to panic and started to move away as possible . i tried to scream but tape covered my mouth.
i struggled more as i saw a tall figure come towards me with clippers and scissors. pain went thorugh my ankles and wrists. i heard the clippers turn on. the stranger yanked my head up and started to clip my hair off. every time i quickly moved my head i start to feel pain in my shoulders as i felt metal stick into my flesh. i started to cry im not use to being tortured. i suddenly passed out by the loss of blood. i want this to be a dream it cant be real.... l
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Camp Bloodshed
Teen FictionIm Black Cat but my real name is Chrys. here is advice in Camp bloodshed. "try hard or die trying"