THIS. IS. WAR. (specops/anon X reader)

8- Justice?

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My pointed foot glided just above the black mat as it forcefully connected with Jaeden's ankle. My foot pushed his out from under him, forcing him to topple to the ground. I quickly jumped on top of him, my hips pushing him firmly on the ground. My hands snaked up his arms and pinned them to the ground as well.

Jaeden let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed against my hold. He was breathing heavily, his mask dripping in sweat. The anonymous mask wasn't helping him stay cool, that's for sure. His shirt was already off, his bare skin slick with his sweat.

After a bit of struggle, he finally sighed and stopped resisting. He said softly,

"I tap,"

Jaeden's voice was full of humiliation. He couldn't believe that he got beaten up by a girl! How pathetic, I chuckled to myself.

I released my grip on his arms, and stood up. I turned my back to him and began to walk back to the table that stood right beside the mat. It held waterbottles and towels. I could really use some cold refreshing water after I completely dominated poor little Jaeden, I said to myself, laughing as I walked.

But my laughs turned into a shout as Jaeden tackled me onto the mat, turning me over in the process. His hips crushed into mine, and my eyes widened. His arms snaked up mine and he pinned them to the mat.

I just knew he was smirking under that mask, so I gave him a glare. This wasn't fair, I won and he tapped! I told myself, fighting his grip.

Jaeden's rough chuckles made me shiver as his face got closer to mine. He bent down to my ear and whispered, his hot breath giving me flashbacks to our secret cave.

"Princess," He breathed, sending shivers down my spine. I wasn't fighting him anymore. Dare I say it, but I liked what he was doing.

"Remember this?" Jaeden whispered, tracing up and down my thin arms with his coarse hands. I shivered, feeling goosebumps rise up on my skin.

Flashbacks of last night filled my mind. My wrists and arms were slightly bruised from Jaeden holding me down. Of course, I didn't notice when it was happening, I was... distracted.

His grip on my wrists tightened, snapping me back into the present. I let out a small gasp. He chuckled, his masked face still very close to mine.

Jaeden's breathing was becoming heavier as his hips pushed mine down harder. This isn't right, we're in a public place, I thought. I wanted this, but not here, definately not here in front of people that I have to work for!

I tried to push him off harder, but he forced me down, making my muscles numb. Jaeden was breathing as if he had just ran a marathon.

A thin silver chain dangled over me from his neck, his masked face inches away from mine. His voice was shakey, desperate.

"Winter, you have no idea what I would do to be able to-"

A loud "AHEM" from behind us cut him off. Jaeden immediantly jumped up and off me, his hands going straight into his pockets to hide the.. embarassment in his pants. I brushed myself off and stood up, gasping as I realized who caught us.

Malik was standing at the edge of the mat, his arms crossed. He was angry, maybe even jealous. He was wearing a bright orange tee-shirt and black cargo pants, along with an anonymous mask, of course. Malik was slightly shaking his head. I could tell he wanted to tear Jaeden apart. I could also tell he was eyeing me. The exposed skin the sports bra showed definately didn't help. I decided to have a litle fun and tease him.. why not.

I walked over to where Malik and Jaeden were standing, making sure to stand straight and sway my hips as I walked. I saw Malik gulp as he watched me strut over to him and Jaeden. My plan is working... haha! I thought to myself.

Malik slightly shook his head and turned to face Jaeden. As I reached them, I could hear what they were saying. I immediantly stopped trying to tease Malik when I heard the conversation. This was serious.

"Please tell me you're not being serious, M, she's only had two days of training, she's not ready," Jaeden pleaded to Malik.

Malik sighed. "I'm not on board with this either, J, I'm just taking orders from Fara,"

Malik's voice became sour when he said Fara's name. She must be behind this, I concluded. But what was it that she was behind? I asked myself.

As I reached the two boys, they both went silent. Their eyes were towards the ground. They didn't want to look at me.

"Guys, is everything okay?" I asked, putting a hand on both of their shoulders.

Jaeden shook his head. "I was afraid this was going to happen," he sighed.

I turned to Malik, looking to where his eyes should be.

"Malik, what's going on? What orders did Fara give you? Is it bad? Did something happen?" I asked him, tears rising in the back of my throat as I thought of the possibilities. Was my family in danger? Was another black man killed? What is happening?

Malik lowered his head, and took my hand. He began to lead me down the path, back to the sanctuary. But this time, we passed the doors that lead to our rooms. We were going somewhere new, I realized.

Malik sighed again, and finally spoke as we came to a set of glass doors that led inside the sanctuary.

"Winter.." He shook his head, his voice full of regret and sadness.

"You're coming with us into the front lines of the new protests in California," he spoke. It sounded as if this man was about to cry. I knew something terrible happened. But what?

"Malik," I said softly, "What happened?"

Malik took a deep breath, but he began to shake. He was crying. I quickly hugged him, wrapping my arms around his chest. He was balling, tears streaming down through his mask, yet he made no sound. I squeezed him as tightly as possible, and soon his body stopped shaking. His large arms gently wrapped around me, barely touching me.

He let me go after a couple seconds, and I stepped back so I could speak. Softly I spoke, preparing myself for the worst.

"Malik please, what happened?"

He took a deep breath and looked at the pavement, it was unbarable to look at me and tell the terrible news. He spoke in a monotone voice, trying to cover his grief.

"A second man was hung in California. His name was Robert Fuller. He was only 24."

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