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46 A Hostile Call
He smashed Robert’s head onto the table and then used the tip of his wand to slowly sink into Robert’s skin.
Robert screamed in pain, and it was so genuine that I felt like I was feeling the pain for a second. “Now you’re going to tell me,” Mr. Drails said, with a smirk.
“I don’t know,” Robert repeated.
“Tell me!” Mr. Drails shouted. “You may be a kid, but trust me, we have no mercy on any TSA spy.”
“I don’t know!!!” Robert shouted as tears began to speed down his face, and his eyes became red.
“Yes, you do!” Mr. Drails said as he grabbed his head. “Tell me now, or you’ll die a very slow death!”
“I don’t know,” Robert said, crying, as his eyes watered.
“Tell me,” Mr. Drails said, grabbing his head. “Tell me now!”
“Okay, I’ll tell you,” he said. “I met face to face with Rocke, and he told me to kidnap you so that you’d have to fight him one-on-one.” “Good to know,” Mr. Drails nodded. “Now is Demetrius Rocke in Russia?”
.....
“Yes,” Robert said. “Not him exactly, but one of his minions is there, why do you ask?”
“Just curious,” Mr. Drails replied. He got up and walked over to the room. “Let’s go,” he said, as he took out some button from his pocket like a remote and pressed it, it releasing gas and closing the door.
“What was that?” I asked.
Mr. Drails chuckled. “It’s meant to make them forget about everything that happened the past twelve hours.”
I felt my mouth stall in speaking anything. “O-Okay,” I said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnce we went out separate ways, I came down the stairs, seeing Malachi look at me in a very intrigued way. “So how’d you get in trouble?” he asked once I came down to his level.
“I didn’t,” I said.
Malachi nodded. “So, you got your team for the WAC contest?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Then with a smirk, he responded, “Well I have my team and I’m gonna make sure I’m gonna win.”
“Oh, well good for you,” I said, giving two thumbs up-mostly showing I didn’t care.
But then he seemed to get very offended about that. “Just because you have a Perk, doesn’t mean I’m scared of you. You don’t even major in a wand power, so all you can do is fight. And what is combat skills gonna compare against powers?” he said.
“I never-”
“Just for that, I’ll make sure that you’re not gonna win. Can’t wait to see how you’ll fare against my boys.”
“But I-”
He switched his hand up to shut me off, and then he walked away. Confusion was bowling although my head.
I just got a targeter on me by giving a thumbs up. I sighed and began to walk up to my room. I walked inside, looking at the room where the warm sun shone through.
I never actually took the time to view how aesthetically beautiful the room was. I plopped onto the bed, just wanting to lay down from the stress that came across.
This Rocke-baby is starting to make me angry, in fact furious. I can never be safe from anyone because he wants to kill me so badly in a fight to show he’s stronger.
It has to be about my Perk. How would he be triggered by a kid that fought him and practically lost?
He clearly doesn’t want a person like me to be a challenge to him, and he wants me out before I even kill him. That could drive someone to an insane want to kill someone.
But why in such a way? Maybe to show that he’s stronger?
Then all of a sudden, the phone in my room rang. I didn’t feel very confident picking it up, but I got up from my bed and answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello, young boy.”
Instantly, my body began to tense up and my body began to tingle. I didn’t want to answer. It was probably best that I shouldn’t.
“Don’t act like I don’t know you’re there,” he said. “You picked up the phone.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Perhaps to warn you about something,” Rocke said in response. At this point, I was more annoyed than scared. “About what that you wanna kidnap me?”
“What?” Rocke said, busting out laughing. “What makes you think that? High school has not taught you well.”
“Why did you send someone to kidnap me?” I asked.
“I didn’t,” Rocke said.
I felt a growl of anger build up in my throat. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” I said.
“I don’t,” he said. “I’m not halfwitted like that. How would that make any sense?”
“Don’t ask me,” I responded. “You’re the one that did it.” Rocke sighed in a sign of pure perplexity. “Okay, so let’s say I did it. How would you not just use your Perk and kill them right there? And even if there are students around you, you would just let them chase you to somewhere like the bathroom and kill them there. You shouldn’t know that by experience.”
“A bunch of your agents was chasing me,” I explained.
“Still doesn’t change the fact that you did it in public, and in full power, I must add,” he said. “I didn’t do it. Maybe it was the FBI that I was trying to warn you about.”
“What?!” I squealed. “Why did you tell me this?”
“Because I wanted to. You fought against me and managed to survive. I have all that I need, and I don’t need to see you again,” Rocke said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“But wait!” I called. “But the man sent to kidnap said that you wanted to destroy me in a ball of fire in a ring. How are you gonna explain that?”
Then the phone hung up.
I slammed the phone back to its place, heavily breathing. I fell back onto the bed, feeling an ample weight of confusion and fear lying on my head.
I needed to take this out, to do something about this.
Maybe a jog around the field or maybe the punching bad area or something at least. Yeah, that should do it.
I got up from my bed and exited my room, walking down the stairs and through the hall to the training center. I opened the door, seeing the place empty. I looked at the gray walls and the punching bags hanging on their chain threads.
This should’ve been a gym.
I walked over to one of the cardboard boxes in the corner, where red and blue boxing gloves settled. I picked the red one up, acquired it to my hands, and went to the one closest to me.
I began to punch and kick it. My body began to tingle and I felt the muscles in my arms begin to tighten.
But, I kept hitting the bag. I was getting tired but I didn’t stop, but I wasn’t sure why. It was like my stress and frustration were fueling my stamina.
The bag was in shreds, but I kept on going. I continued to pound the bag, while I felt the tension building up in my entire body.
My arms were tensing up and my breaths were more breathless than the other. My fists began to burn as sweat began to roll down my face, and my legs wiggled from the lack of energy.
But I wouldn’t stop striking-I kept going and moving and punching, screaming from the pain in my arms, but feeling a sense of not stopping-to pause myself from this pain, but I needed it-I wanted it-and I was gonna keep going to keep receiving.
Then I heard a voice.
“Who’s there?” I shouted, seeing Tisiah staring at me there.
He looked very concerned as he continued to stare at me, who was breathing at a quick pace as I was sweating.
“Hey, you okay?” Tisiah asked.
I wasn’t sure if I should respond or not. Was I okay? I’ve been very worked up over this whole thing with Rocke and the attempts and everything.
I was just tired of it.
I was not okay. I needed some way for all this to end so that I could do this without having to worry about my life every single second.
Tisiah nodded after my absence to speak. “Just to let you know, Mr. Drails wants us.”