The Prey

Chance

I'm back at training. Yippee for me. I'm in my normal clothes (the clothes of torture which I now like to call them) but now I've got small red boxing gloves on. Dane wears the same but blue.

"Okay imagine I am your worst enemy and I'm about to attack you. You're unarmed and unprotected." Dane sets the seen, kind of.

"Ok, imagining you're Mitch." I mutter.

"Meh, I think Chance is worse." Dane sighs.

"Chance?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"He's insane, like literally mad. He was like us, but what Mitch made him do drove him slightly insane, well really insane. He started to believe stuff like his ash were weak and ungrateful. He started disobeying Mitch, purposely trying to get his friends and family killed. Soon enough, he had no one left. Mitch was about to kill him, but he looked at Mitch dead in the eye and told him he wanted to help. Of course, Mitch being the selfish bastard he is, he agreed and now Chance is basically Mitch's right hand man." He explains, looking down at his feet. "Its messed up. He was quite a nice guy, we spoke on several occasions. You're seventeen, right?" I nod "He's your age. All he does all day is fight and watch over us when Mitch is busy killing people or whatever he does."

Great, another Mitch. "So what you're saying is that a bunch of kids and their ash are being held hostage by only a man and a psycho tween?" I ask.

"Basically... Yeah." He murmurs.

"Why don't you just break out, you idiot?" I question, starting to get slightly confused.

"It's not that easy. These kids are basically Mitch's slaves without a choice. If anyone tries to escape they'll kill them because they want to protect their loved ones." Dane sighs.

"Have you ev- nevermind." I cut myself off, best not to bring back horrific memories to someone who could potentially be help.

"Okay, back to fighting. I'm Mitch." He says clearly as if nothing just happened. With that he leaps towards me with arms outstretched. I duck from his reach but when he gets close enough I quickly rise, sending the top of my head into his chin. I grit my teeth as he staggers back with a groan. I'm not sure if I was supposed to actually hurt him but before I find an answer he charges towards me but this time his back is hunched as if he is about to rugby tackle me. When he's only about two metres away I raise my fist ready for the impact on his face. He doesn't realise and races towards me. My fist crashes into his jaw and he wails out. As he does so, I kick he in the stomach and he tumbles back. He doesn't rise, instead just lies on the dusty floor. I hear applause from behind me and I see a pale boy with black, sleaked back hair. This must be Chance. Even if I didn't know his story I would still be wary of him. Something about his appearencd screams "Leave me alone". His eyes are sunken in and have purple beneath them probably from lack of sleep, his eyes are a dark brown colour, almost black, his cheek are also sunken in, he looks starved, his lips are pale and twitch ever so slightly with craziness. I cant help thinking that he looks like a skeleton. However, he's well built: His arms are thick and he's wide shouldered, he's tall but not lanky. "Well done." He says. Actually, more like a hiss. He stops clapping and takes as many steps towards me as it takes to be only inches from my face. He moves elegantly, arms swaying slightly by his side, each step the same length apart. But his entire body twitches and jerks ever so slightly to the point that you can only tell when he's very closr. Which, unfortunately for me, he was.

"Chance." Dane announces simply as he rises from the floor clutching his stomach.

"MD14. Getting beat up by a girl, I would be disappointed but I've already seen you at your worse." Chance snarls. "You must be Lisa, what a pleasure." He takes my hand and forces it towards his mouth where he creepily kisses it. I flinch and take it back

"Be careful or you might be the second one to be beat up by a girl." I growl.

Chance scarily licks his lips and takes a step away from me. "I do like a lady who bites." He smiles.

"Oh don't worry," I say flirtatiously "I'll be sure to bite out your throat if you even lay a finger on me or my friends." I hear Dane gasp from behind me and Chance glares at me. He sways out of the room, his last words being "Be careful, princess." As the door shuts behind him I turn my attention to Dane who has blood rushing out from his nose, a cut on his lip and his shirt is lifted up so I can see some already forming bruises. Yikes.

"Sorry." I mutter. He rolls his eyes at me and pinches the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding.

"Its fine, at least now I know to never get on your bad side." He chuckle but winces as he does.

"You were being easy." I sigh. He didn't even get one hit on me.

"Um... No, I'm just an awful fighter." He stammers.

"Lies, all lies. You wouldn't be here if you were a bad fighter."

"I'm only here because I'm strong and fast." He says, sounding honest.

I stand there awkwardly sinse I just offended him. I bite mg lip.

"So... Um... Chance." He says trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, Mitch the second." I joke.

"I told you he was bad." Dane mocks childishly.

"Trust issues." I state as a reply. "Come one, lets get you cleaned up."

"Goodie." He says sarcastically. He leads me out even though I'm the one who's supposed to be helping him. I follow him until were in a small room with a desk. And guess who's behind that desk: The man himself, Mitch. He looks from me to Dane then bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Dane asks awkwardly.

"You!" He screams with manical laughter "Good job, Lisa. I suppose you're ready."

"Ready for what?" I ask, raising one eyebrow.

Dane stares at me then gives a pleading look to Mitch "Please, no. She's not ready. Please don't do this to her. He begs. I give give him a worried look.

"Ready for what?" I repeat myself.

"Dane stop trying to protect your girlfriend, its quite clear she can take care of herself." Miych gestures to Danes beaten face and I feel a pang of guilt.

"I'm not his-" I start bit then get cut off by Mitch.

"Ready to do some favours. You see, there's this aquatance of mine who never paid me back for a bet. There was a lot of money involved so as you can guess I'm pretty damn furious. What I want you to do for me is, well, kill him."

I look from Mitch, who smiles psychotically, to Dane, who looks Guiltily down at his feet and doesn't seen to care about the stream of blood that comes out his nose. I process what I've just just been ordered to do and I feel as if I'm going to faint. I take a deep breathe.

I'm being used as a weapon.