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Tybalt. The infamous character within Romeo and Juliet, at this moment, I have reached an understanding with him.
Fire eyed fury be my conduct now.
No one touches what's mine.
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My knuckles whiten from gripping the steering wheel as I pull up to Millwards, the Heartlands Junior Elite's training centre where the next generation of rulers are trained and moulded into the ruthless powerful leaders.
Any normal person would be cringed and disturbed at what children, such as I were made to do here from the young age of 8 till 18 once you join seniors.
I walk in and give a quick nod to the receptionist, funny, this hidden institution has a receptionist, but that's only because it's by label a rehabilitation centre and mental institution, not that they need to cover anything up for the law works differently in Heartsland, police are controlled by us.
I can tell that she's feeling hot and bothered right now, the female gender is pathetic, it takes only one look to control them, except for the girl who's always in my mind, she's different.
I walk to a locked door, around me are rooms for psychiatrists, drugs, rooms for patients and even an outdoor area.
I scan my hand and go through the doors where the true purpose to Millwards is revealed, only the tops of society can enter here, and it is owned by the Kingsleys and Cliffords, all black market trades, different rings are meticulously planned here.
I walk down the corridor, to my right, a huge open training centre, where there is everything from boxing, shooting to archery and stamina. To my left, one of the worst sides of the training, where you are trained mentally, to be unemotional but also charismatic, to be powerful yet alluring, to be top in all social matters, conversationally... sexually.
I enter through another pair of doors with face security, and go down the stairs to the basement where some of the darkest shit happens, things I am not proud of, yet I have no control over and any attempt and diminishing these things right now could lead to my demise.
'Took your time.' Ashton says, wiping his bloody hands as I enter a dimly lit room.
'You got a problem with that?' I go up to his face, I'm already seeing red.
