Lmao I take so long to update

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I was sitting on the couch in one of the lounges, deep in thought. My eyebrows were furrowed and I bit the tip of my thumb softly.

"What's up?" A voice asked.

I shrieked, jumping up and clutching my chest. I glared at Dallon, who had a small smirk on his face.

"Jesus! Don't do that!" I shouted.

He laughed, sitting down in my now vacated spot.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked.

"Well I can't fucking remember after I shit myself!" I exclaimed. "Jesus fucking Christ! Don't do that!"

He just laughed again and I sat beside him, glaring at him.

"God, you should probably get used to getting scared working in a business like this," Dallon advised.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," I replied bitterly.

He laughed harder while I scowled.

"Well, what do you want?" I asked.

"What? Can't I just hang out with my buddy?" He asked, flashing a smile.

I glared and he held his hands up.

"Okay, okay, in here about Brendon," he answered. "Are him and Ryan still fighting?"

"No, i'm pretty sure they patched things up," I said. "But just be warned because I think Ryan wants his next mission to be to kill you."

"That bad, huh?" Dallon asked.

"He wants your head on a stick," I replied.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, if he can even reach it."

I rolled my eyes, picking at a piece of thread hanging from my pants.

"Anyways, we've got class," Dallon said. "Gotta go to training."

I groaned. Training was by far my least favorite class.

"Hey, at least the teachers hot," he said, patting my back as he stood up.

I followed him down to the locker room, changing into the uniformed athletic wear. The two of us walked into the training room, which was sort of just a glorified school gym. It didn't have bleachers but instead was lined with weights and equipment. There were punching bags, nunchucks, kettlebells and more. There was even an array of bokken on the wall.

"Everyone get a sparring partner and get a mat!" The teacher, Christina, called.

Dallon and I went over to one of the blue mats that were laid out on the ground. Christina started talking as the other mats were filled with other Tens. She showed us some complicated move on how to stop someone when they're punching you. She did some weird flippy thing to the person and I gulped.

"Alright! Practice!" She ordered.

I looked up at Dallon, who gave me a smirk.

Oh god, he's gonna break my neck.

"Come on, Gerard, try to punch me," he said.

I bit my lip, balling up my fist. I swung at him but my fist never connected to his face because he grabbed my wrist. Next thing I know, I'm being flipped in the air and landing on my back with a hard flop.

Fuck, how'd he do that?

I groaned as I sat up. These mats were pretty stiff for something that's supposed to protect your fall. He helped me to my feet, laughing like crazy.

"Again," he said.

"I don't think I wanna do that again," I denied.

"Okay, I'll punch you then," he said.

Before I can even comprehend it, his fist was swinging. I reached up to grab it but it was too late. I felt him punch me hard and I groaned, holding my face.

"Reflexes, Gerard," Christina reminded me, standing beside me on the mat. "You need to think quick but act even quicker in order to survive."

Well fuck, maybe my family wouldn't be dead if I had some fucking reflexes then.

"Yeah," I mumbled instead, rubbing my jaw.

"Here, let me spar you," Christina said.

She stepped into Dallon's spot, who was watching with an amused look on his face. I looked down at her small figure, her blonde hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. She looked like if I flipped her then she'd break.

Next thing I know, her fist connected with my face. I staggered back in surprise. For such a small person she's got a rough punch.

"What the hell? I didn't even have enough time to think!" I exclaimed.

"Don't think, just do," she corrected.

Her other fist went flying, hitting me on the face.

"C'mon, Way! I know you can do better!" Christina yelled, trying to motivate me. "Don't think just fucking do it!"

"Pretend it's someone you hate!" Dallon shouted, laughing as he did so.

Someone I hate, right. This is Frank, not Christina. Frank. I fucking hate Frank. I imagined Frank instead. His stupid tattoos and his stupid red and black hair. I saw a fist coming at me and I grabbed it out of anger. Turning it and throwing the person over. My fists clenched in anger just from thinking about Frank.

"I guess your advice worked," Christina said to Dallon with a chuckle.

I blinked a couple of times, looking down at Christina laying on the ground on her back.

"Sorry," I mumbled, helping her up to her feet.

"Don't be," she replied. "Just use all your pent up anger to help defend yourself."

Christina walked away to help someone else and Dallon returned to his spot.

"So, who's all that anger against?" He asked. "You looked like you wanted to kick her head in."

"no one," I mumbled.

"The person who killed your wife and daughter?" Dallon guessed.

I looked up at him with wide eyes. Fuck, he knows.

"I heard about the car accident," Dallon explained. "I'm sorry, man."

I felt the breath I was holding let go. I nodded my head, going into a fighting stance to practice some more and get the thoughts of Frank out of my head.

Class seemed to last forever and the two of us headed to the cafeteria. I saw my group sitting in their usual spots. Grabbing a sandwich, I went and sat in my seat, noticing the way Dallon looked at Brendon longingly.

"Hey," I mumbled.

"Jesus, were you hit by a bus or something?" Brendon asked.

Ryan hit his shoulder and scowled at him.

"Brendon, you know his family died in a car accident, why would you say that?" He hissed.

"It's okay," I dismissed. "I just got done sparring with Dallon and he's just really big and strong."

Ryan scowled, glaring over at Dallon and holding Brendon's arm protectively. Brendon laughed, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"Anyways, turns out I'm not so good with hand-to-hand combat," I said.

Ray laughed as he sat down beside me.

"I guess you just look tougher than you actually are," he said.

I laughed and nodded my head. I saw the door open and noticed everyone quiet down. I frowned in confusion, looking at the two men that stood in the doorway. One had long brown hair and looked Mexican while the other had short, black hair. The two looked around the room as everyone stayed silent and watched.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Ray.

"They work for Frank," he whispered back. "Vic Fuentes and Andy Biersack. They're either here to get someone for Frank to fuck or maybe call to rank up someone special, like a person going from Two to One."

"Do they choose the person to fuck at random?" I asked.

Ray shook his head. "Frank always asks for someone specific."

I watched as the two walked into the room. Everyone stood in their spots, some even seeming frozen with the forks halfway between their mouth and their plate. Andy looked tough, definitely. Vic did too but Vic had more of a kind face. Andy looks like he's stab someone if they even looked at him the wrong way. They walked up to Hayley and her eyes lit up.

"You're not ranked up," Vic denied.

"You bitch!" She exclaimed. "Stop tricking me like that! You get my hopes up for nothing!"

The two of them laughed as she scowled down at her food.

"Kellin Quinn?" Vic called.

I looked around but saw no one come to attention.

"Where's Quinn?" Vic asked.

"He's down in the second study," someone said.

He nodded, the pair of Ones going out of the cafeteria. The room seemed to let out a collective breath as I looked at the rest of them.

"And now?" I asked.

"Now Frank fucks Kellin," Ray said.

"I thought they were gonna come for Patrick again," Tyler said.

Patrick blushed, shaking his head.

"Does he always choose boys?" I asked.

Ray shook his head.

"Last time it was this girl...uh, I forgot her name," Ryan said.

"But what if they don't want to?" I asked.

"Then they don't have to," Tyler said. "Frank cares about consent, there's a reason he kills rapists for a reason. If you don't want to then he doesn't care and just asks for someone else."

"Or he just doesn't fuck anyone at all," Ryan added.

Tyler nodded, taking a bite of his food.

"Him and Jamia used to be married," I remembered. "What happened between them?"

Ryan looked up at me curiously. "They used to be married? What? How come I haven't heard of this before?"

"It happened before you started here, baby," Brendon said.

Ryan looked up at him but Brendon shook his head.

"We don't talk about it," he denied.

"Not even to me?" Ryan asked. "I'll suck your dick, baby."

Brendon shook his head. "As appealing as that sounds, it's actually serious. We can't talk about it."

Ryan frowned, looking over at Patrick.

"Hey there, Pat," he said sweetly.

"No," Patrick denied simply.

Well fuck, so it's not just like I'm out of the loop because I'm new. It seems like there's a bunch of people left out of this big secret. It was just this huge secret about Frank and Jamia that's seemingly a no-no to talk about. Is this what Jimmy wouldn't tell me about? There's so much about this place that I don't know and I will get to the bottom of it.

God, I feel like I'm in Scooby Doo.