Our Turf: A Jelsa Story

Chapter 2: Fight, Fight, Fight!

(POV ELSA)

"I can't believe you," I snapped back at the boy who just challenged me. "Just because I don't want to make out with you, I automatically want a fight?"

"You kicked me!" he cried out. That's true, I suppose, but still! In retribution, I decided it was better to not say anything. Instead, I let my fist do the talking. I walked right up to him, looking sad and hurt. His expression softened. I let a little, apologetic smile crack as I leaned towards his face.

"Snow Queen..." he muttered as his lips looked for a kiss. Instead, I leaned in close, grabbing his shirt with a fist, and throwing my other first right into his stomach.

"Don't call me that." I said quietly as I walked away, rejoining my place in the back between the girl with the bleached-white braids and the girl with the short white hair. A couple crowd members lean over to help the boy up, I think he said his name was Jack. They help Jack up as he glares at me. I almost felt bad, but elected to look away instead. My attention focuses on the man walking up on the stage.

It was the same man who had guided me into the room. He seemed to be a nice person. Though he also seemed like the type who could kill. I had to keep reminding myself that everyone in this room could be a trained killer.

"Welcome, to both our new recruits and our veterans," began the brown-haired man. "My name is Flynn Rider. At least, that's what you can call me. It's my code name, and I suggest that you each come up with your own as well. Now, we have many new recruits today who wish to join us. But I give a warning to you. After I give this warning, you can choose to walk out if you wish."

He gives a nod to the crowd. I glance over at Jack, expecting him to be quivering in his...well, I would say boots, but he wears no shoes. Oddly enough, he seems completely calm. He has a look of determination of his face. Frustrated by his preparedness, I turn my attention back to the stage. Flynnn is glancing at the back of the crowd, at the new recruits.

"This gang is a dangerous one," he began, "and you must be prepared." He began to lift up his shirt to allow us to see his stomach, where a large scar of what looked like a stab wound marred his abs. I gulped. "This was done to me by a woman named Gothel. She is one of them, one of the Villies. She could do this to you. Or worse. I was lucky. You could be less lucky."

His eyes scan the crowd as a couple people weasel their way out of the crowd and through the door. I almost consider following. But I just know that Jack would find me and hold it over my head. Besides, I need my revenge. I look back up at Flynn, who seems unconcerned by the people who leave. He calmly waits for them to dissapear before he continues.

"Now, would the rest of the new recruits come join me on the stage?" he smiles. I carefully step through the shoddy, abandoned factory that is the headquarters of the Haro gang and onto the old, wooden stage that seems to be made mostly of rotting wood. When I do so, I look out to see the faces in the crowd staring back at me. Some seem to have nostalgia in their eyes. Others just seem tired. Some seem angry. I see Flynn go back to the microphone in the corner of my eye.

"These are the new recruits. Treat them kindly. Teach them well." he says to the crowd. They take this as their signal to leave, and scatter to different places around the abandoned factory. Flynn turns to us now.

"Welcome to the Haros."

/AN/

HEY GUYS! I'm so proud that I've been updating daily so far. I mean, it's only been two days, but...

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I'll update soon-ish, but I'm not sure it'll be as often as I have been.

Okay, I gotta go play conquering games with my friends.

Have joy and snowflakes,

-elsaskingjack