Hey fellas! This one's a special edition. Wills POV-

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Day 1

"Ren take her out before I include you with him." was the last thing Nick said.

After Ren and Jane left, Nick went and sat on his chair. It was just the two of us, at 2000 hours. "At ease." he said, without looking at me.

I was surprised, but changed my posture to feets apart and hands behind my back, relaxing my body as much as I can before he gets in the mood. For next ten minutes, the only sound that came from this hall was of our breathing, and the pages he was turning, of my mission file.

It was becoming impossible for me to wait for him to speak up and curse me. But he didn't and that was disturbing me.

Another thirty minutes passed and he sat like I wasn't even there.

I had enough. I broke the silence against my wish. "Nick-" But before I could, he stopped me at first word.

"I thought dad was clear about how to greet me. I'm an instructor-in-charge here. And you are here for?"

"CT, under official cover of junior instructor." I completed his statement.

"So, technically you have absolutely no right to call me by just my name. Correct me if I'm wrong." he said finally looking up at me, in a challenging tone.

That's true. I was a class-1 agent, and to stay in form, I need continuous training. To avoid revealing our class, and to keep us in shape, agents are posted to military academies as junior instructors. They are supposed to train the cadets there, on paper obviously, but in reality, they undergo their own CT (Continued Training) by the Instructor-I/C or the senior instructors of the academy.

Nick's academic and physical performance record as a cadet was exemplary. If dad had an option to choose two awards for best cadet, Nick would be getting one too. Still, his training performance and post commissioning work dossier got him easily qualified for the post of Instructor-I/C at any academy, despite his young age.

That's how both of us ended up here.

So, by all means, he has the right to ride my ass whenever, wherever, and however he wants. But we have been living like brothers and Co-officers since our Day 1. He never pointed out this fact till today. And I'm sure he is pissed as hell to actually say it out.

"You are correct, I have no right, coach." he seemed to be convinced as he looked back down to the bloody papers, again treating me like useless air of the room.

So I'm not allowed to call him by his name, since that would show that we're brothers. And he's angry enough to not let the truth soften him down. I see where this is going to- worse than I signed up for.

After waiting for another few minutes, I lost control. "Coach?"

He just raised his eyebrows and a slight nod as a response. He still wasn't looking at me.

"Speak up, please. I need you to bring it all out. That's why I signed up for this- to clear out things. If you're going to sit here and say or do nothing, how are we going to get back to normal?" I said with almost bursting heart.

He took a few moments to frame his answer, or torture me in silence, or may be both. "Going back to normal? Would it make any sense if you were not here? Would there be any normal if you were not alive today? Would it?"

"No, coach." "Then I'm thankful to you that atleast you are alive. Normal or no normal doesn't matter much. You asked for a session, the commander ordered me to chair it. That's exactly what I'm doing. I have nothing to say or do with you. Just stand there in the corner for ten boring hours for three days and then leave. I'm not doing anything." He said as he went back to read the folder.

I couldn't believe my ears. He is not ready to see my face, to listen to me, to curse me, to beat me, to make me pay. Who is this guy? This one is not the brother I knew.

"Nick, trust me-" I started explaining him. "You are forgetting a small word there. I will not remind you again." he didn't bother to hide the threat, with that one eyebrow raised. He has got father's genes of course.

"Apologies, coach. It won't be repeated again." I said in an extremely formal tone.

"Better. Now about trusting you- No, I don't. And I'm sure there's no doubt as to why is that so. Or you have something to say that you think will melt my heart and change my decision?"

I thought for a few moments then spoke "Coach, you two are my family. Nothing matters more than you. Understand this -" apparently I should have stayed shut.

"I will not let you speak till you change the last sentence. You will convey your feelings only after you say that my own life is more important than you two, and that I will not repeat the stupidity of risking it again for you two."

"Please, Coach." "Your decision, Wills. Luckily or unluckily you have thirty hours to say it."

I stood there like a child, absolutely clueless what to do next. "I... I can't do that.. Coach. I..."

"Well then we stay like this till you go for it again and never come back." he said. What is wrong with him! How can he stay like a stranger to me forever? That's the worst punishment he can give me.

"You can't stay mad at me forever!" I said annoyed. "Do I look like I'm mad at anyone? I'm at peace. I'm not even making you move a single muscle."

"Then do it! Make me!" My annoyance was growing and that was not good. "Are you ordering me, officer?" he asked me, making scary eye contact.

"No, I - Ni- coach- I can't order you. I'm begging you." I literally was. I just didn't know how to do it.

"Begging me for what? To shout at you? Why should I do that? You've given your reasons, and there's nothing my shouting can do about the past. What are you begging for now?"

Nick you can't do this to me. You should not play those bloody mind games with me. I can't take it from the two of you. He is enough to make me scratch all my brain cells.

"I'm begging you to make use of these sessions. Just to-" "I don't want to. You can go ahead and do whatever you want. You are absolutely free from my side to take any decision - well you did it anyways, so it won't be something new for you." There - now I understood what have you planned. And I have no option but to fall in the pit you've asked me to dig for myself.

And I'll do that.

"Major Nick, I beg you- please take charge. I'll follow every order you give. I will not disappoint you, like I've done in the past. Please Coach, one chance. You know how sorry I am. Let me make up for my mistakes. Please." I was one step away from bending my knee.

"You will not disappoint me?" amongst everything I said, he picked up the most vulnerable sentence. Great.

"I won't. I promise, coach." I said, sealing my fate for atleast next ten hours.

He brought a paper and a pen and kept it on table. "Write - that I will not stupidly risk my life for the people who are not even blood related to me. Write it down. Sign it." He said firmly.

Damnit he's not letting go of this.

"Coach! Please! Tell me anything, I'll do, except this!" "Anything? This is your anything. The simplest one. Do it."

I pressed my lips tighter and tapped my feet restlessly. My skull was about to blow off. "Anything else!" I stressed, loudly this time, begging.

"Anything?" Nick asked. "Yes, anything!" Don't do it Wills. The anythings are dangerous. Don't fall for the trap.

"Then get me that recording of yours." I moved a step back in shock. What did he just say?

"No way!" "You promised. Now go get it from him. Or tell me where it is, and I'll go get it myself." Has he gone crazy? He wants to get into that stealing thing again when he hasn't even washed his hands off the same sin.

"He will kill you!" I was horrified. "Well, we all are going to die one day. And I think I should try it your way- going for it head on. If he asks me how I got it, I'll simply say I stole it." He said calmly, boiling my blood.

"Coach- you- please don't.." "You have exactly sixty seconds to decide which one of the two options you are taking - bringing it to me, or making me steal it from him. Otherwise I'll have to decide it for you, and I'm thinking to use my recent experience of stealing. It's coming to me anyhow."

I looked at the floor so intensely that it would create a hole through it.

"57, 58, 59..." "I'll get it!" I shouted at the floor.

Nick smirked. "I'm sure you haven't thought of coming to me later with 'I couldn't get it' because that will automatically shift to option number 2."

Fuck you Coach! I was thinking of begging Dad neither to give that thing to me, nor him. But now, if I inform him, and even if he denies, he'll keep an eye on it, catching Nick as soon as he tries to get it himself. Darnit, I have to get it myself now.

What will I do now? Before I could come up with options, he strained my brain further. "I hope you don't think I'll let you go now for doing this. We are staying here for these ten hours, with the original plan. Your next two sessions will depend on what you bring."

"Coach, please. Think again-" I started pleading once more. "I never asked your opinion. You requested me to give you orders. Now take it."

What a brilliant move, Nick. You know I would have said No in the very beginning. So you built it up and got on my nerves that I had no other option.

"Yes coach." He left me with no other option. I have no clue how am I going to get the recording from father alive.

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"Now, talking about the social trauma you gave me-"

What is he saying?

"- because of you, I blasted on Dad, got on bitter terms with Sir Kadner, had to use authority on Sir Louis, doubted Ren's loyalty, and had to open up to someone who came here just to stay alive. How do you propose to correct everything, Wills?"

Did you know you involved so many people in this shit? Not really.

Well, deal with it now.

" I.. I'll talk to all of them on your behalf. I'll ensure that you don't cut a.. sorry figure.." I gulped at that - talk to them - talk to Boss? - Super Boss is anyways ready to cut my ears if I call him.

"That you are going to do. But only to your Boss and his Boss. I'll deal with the rest."

Great! Isn't it? Haha ofcourse!

It was three and a half hours since he started fucking with my mind, and I've been losing my shit since then. As if reminding me of my helplessness, my stomach decided to grumble.

Nick was in the middle of another verbal chewing when he stopped and looked at me with a straight face. "I thought lemons and chillies were great." he said.

"They were bad, coach- both while swallowing down and vomiting out."

Yes, right after we were left, we ran to washroom and vomited our guts out to clear the lemons and chillies. It burned, like fire, my freaking throat and nose were red, I could feel it. But it was absolutely necessary. My mouth can tolerate the burn, but my other end won't be able to take it out so comfortably. Yea, 'ass on fire' stuff for real.

"Me too. That's the last shit I'd ever do." he said.

I tried to hide a snort but failed miserably. He looked at me, ready to fire. Ah damn Come on Nick! Loosen up.

As if magically hearing what I just thought, he became more serious. "We are not here to crack jokes."

"Yes coach. Apologies." I say straightening up. I give him what he wants- dead seriousness.

"Apologise with rolls. Cover the whole floor of this hall." Ah finally! Finally he makes me move a muscle. For the first front roll, I felt like my body was jammed. I had to let all my muscles get lose so that I can move.

I started from the far end of the hall. By the time I was a few metres away from this wall, I heard someone pacing outside. It's past midnight, who is walking in this complex?

As far as I knew, Nick had given strict orders to everyone, not to disturb him at any cost, and contact Ren instead. That's when I realised that he took this Interrogation thing seriously, and man I underestimated him.

But who is this guy? He better leaves before he meets Nick in his Coach Carter form.

"The fuck is wrong with them? Didn't I order them to not even come near me?" he gets up irritated and walks towards the door before our visitor has a chance to enter.

"Jane!" The word hits me as strongly as the smell of food in her hands. For once, I sent prayers to God and wish he grants her anything she wants. My tummy really needed something solid.

I don't stop rolling, but listen to their conversation. It is then, that I realise that she is trying to defend me. Why on earth is she getting involved? Why can't she just go back and stay silent? Ugh, she is getting on my nerves now. If not for Nick, I'd have given her a good reason to not stick around in my matters.

Suddenly I realised that she has got only one meal. While I don't mind sharing, I feel that just one of us will be gulping the food down, and the other one is going to stay hungry. Well common sense said that since I'm facing the ordeal, I'll be the one continuing with grumbling stomach.

But since Nick has made it his ulterior motive to twist my nerve cells, I think he has some other plan up his sleeve.

"Eat. We need fuel for those rolls." His snap brought me back to reality. Though I'm getting used to that tone, Jane's sigh clearly showed how shocked she was.

My conscious wouldn't let me swallow. "Jane, could you please get one meal sent for him too? I mean, for coach-" Before I could use her 'I'm not under any order' ace card, Nick stopped me.

"Major Wills, about a few hours back, you begged me to take charge. Now, you wish to speak without permission. Why don't you make up your mind? Who is in charge of the session?" Damn you Nick!

"You, coach." I said continuing my rolls and gulping the reality that I am her trainer and I'm being treated like shit while I have to beg her to help me.

"There is no need for more food, Jane. He is a lucky dog to have so many people care about him. But don't you worry. I don't plan on touching or killing him. Infact, I'm going to make him 'proud and happy'."

The last words were literally thrown at me, and I knew that I have to be careful here onwards, not that I have much choice. Nick has planned to make me take back those words, and will do everything to make me miserable enough to do it.

He gave a sugar coated poisoned order to Jane to stay away and then turned to me.

"I told you to eat. Do it while I still treat you as a living human. Up." My goodness! I fumble at my last roll and get up in a hurry.

Manners, Wills. That's your student here. Fuck it, I'm hungry as heck! Moreover, Nick will eat after these 10 hours are up, I'm sure.

Jane left. Now his focus was completely on me.

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"Bring your pistol from arms room." He is kidding right? I don't think so.

"I'm not supposed to use it for personal -" "Your weapon withdrawal has been signed already. Go and bring it."

He said turning around "Three minutes." he ordered.

My feet started working before my mind could. How on earth did he manage to get the withdrawal signed at 3 o clock in the night? And wow! He had already prepared for this!

I went to the arms room in hopes of being rejected and sent back- which is the usual response of the guards. Instead, I was given a pistol and two rounds of 6 bullets each.

I looked at the weapon in my hands and then at the guard. "6 aren't enough?" I asked him. "12 were ordered, Sir." he replied.

I turned around, keeping the death machine and it's parts in separate pockets, and ran back to the hall.

My heart was sinking with each beat. This hall is noise-absorbant. No one would come to know what happened inside. And I have no clue what my devil of a brother has planned.

He was back to the chair, into my mission file.

I coughed, hinting that I'm here. "Do it the way you have been taught." he said sternly. Aye Aye Coach Carter!

"Major Wills reporting with one working pistol and two rounds of 6 bullets each, Coach." "Better."

Ass. Shut up!

"Load." He said, getting up and walking towards the wall.

I did as told and stood with a loaded pistol in my hand. God Nick, what are you planning to do with these 6 bullets?

"Left hand." "But I'm a righty-"

"I thought you were class 1." The hell instructor!

"Yes coach." Now I stood with a loaded gun in my left hand- my non dominant side- the one which I've been extensively trained to shoot at targets. Though I have severely paid for missing bull's eyes, I have managed to stay within the inner circle. And he knows that too well because he has monitored few of my firing sessions.

He turned around, looked at me in the eyes, lifted his left hand and made a circle using his thumb and index finger, while saying "This is your bull's eye."

I was dumbstruck. He knows I suck at 100 pointers with my left hand. "I can't." I stated firmly. "I won't." I added.

"We're done then. Get out." he replied. I'm not prepared for this, Nick.

"Atleast let me use the dom-" "Left, or out. Decide now." He is becoming impossible to argue with!

"I'll hurt you!" finally I spoke out the fear. "Oh this will hurt less." he said in a heartless way.

I painfully lifted my pistol and took the aim, not believing that I'm actually targeting his hand.

How is he doing this? They call him by that name for a reason.

"Shoot!" he shouted and I pulled the trigger. "Stay still." he ordered because he knew, that I would have ran towards him otherwise.

His hand was still in the air, fingers stiff this time, drops of blood pooling on the floor, and absolute calmness on his face. He didn't even let me see where did I hit him.

"Again." he shouted. Tears were starting to blur my eyesight. I rubbed my eyes and took another aim and waited for his call.

"Shoot." I took a few seconds to adjust my target between his fingers again, and shot. He stayed still then moved his right hand over left, tightly. He was still bleeding, but I think I didn't hit him anywhere the second time.

I started moving forward and he looked at me with red eyes, stopping me in my tracks. "Did I say you could move?" he asked.

Enough. If I go on taking his bossy comments, he will go on doing crazy things to himself.

"You will stop saying rubbish now and you will let me treat you." I said firmly, walking towards him.

"Stop. Right. There." the three words were drenched in threat and fear, added to his red eyes.

I couldn't move at all.

I just shot him. He is bleeding because of me. The guilt washed over me, and I couldn't look up thereafter.

"Again." I heard him saying.

This time the circle was smaller.

"You are making it difficult for me to not hurt you." I told him, setting my aim, with my teeth gritting painfully.

"I'm making it impossible for you." he replied.

"shoot!"

Fuck! He quickly covered his left hand with his right and turned around in pain. I screwed up, didn't I? I heard him taking deep breaths.

After he composed himself, he turned around and said "Again."

"I'll do everything you say, everything. I'll not hurt you again ever- not like I've done in the past, and also not like this. Please don't make me do this." I sobbed.

"Aim." He asked me to do it again.

His hand was drenched in blood. There's no way I'll miss his skin. I set the aim.

"Shoot!" I pressed the trigger and I heard him cry out in pain.

I could feel my chest becoming heavy. I can't take it anymore. Suddenly I did something without thinking.

I fired the remaining two bullets, before he could ask me to hit him again. The bullets went and hit the wall behind me and fell down. Suddenly I felt a bit lighter.

Nick looked up surprised and saw my pistol aiming behind. He understood what I did - wasted two bullets.

Looking angrily at me he ordered "Load the next round, I have one more hand." he was still in pain. And the weight was back on, ten times this time.

I loaded the pistol, kept it on his table, came back and stood at ease. "Pick it up!" he shouted. I didn't move.

"I choose to die before I hit you again." I stated. And he chuckled. That bugger laughed while bleeding.

"Your life still matters less for you." I wanted to punch his face for those words, but I could not.

"Keep it back. Go." he said and I wasted no moment to grab it and go out. I needed fresh air to clear my mind. That hall was becoming a pressure cooker!

I came out and before I went to arms room, I went to the one life saviour. "He's hurt. Bleeding from his left hand. Treat him. Go!"

"I thought it was your Interrogation going on there!" Ren shouted behind me, grabbing all the bandages and sutures and painkillers she could, while I ran out.

When I got back, I saw what I expected. Ren suturing Nick's wound and his glare about to burn her alive.

"I think I was clear in telling you where to go." he said angrily. "Yes coach. But you were not clear about where not to go." I replied smartly, quickly regretting it.

"I'm sorry for not being so clear." he said sarcastically before changing his tone "Two hundred for all this."

Two hundred for calling a doctor to care for his bleeding wounds. Awesome.

"Infact, you stay down till she is done. That way you will leave soon, too." he said the last part looking at Ren.

He is way too many steps ahead of father. I really hope he doesn't have any more of such brutal ideas in his mind.

After what felt like hours, I heard his voice. "You really are making fun of me, aren't you?" Scared of doing something wrong again, I looked up to see Ren holding out two pills to him.

"Nick, you need to pop these pills." "And you need to get out."

"Stop being a jerk! You know you should have these medicines. And for having these medicines, you need to have some food in your stomach. So come out for God's sake, and do something for yourself!" Attagirl! That's my girl!

Shit! Nick quickly turned around and looked at me. I moved my head back down, straining for the 187th pushup.

"You can stay here as long as you want, but I'm not going to do anything you tell me. If he falls before you leave, he'll be the one removing this dressing and pulling out the sutures you just stitched with utmost care. You can have a first row for the show." I was horrified to imagine what he just said.

"Leave, Ren." I told her, loudly, knowing that Nick will follow through every warning. And I can't do what he has said.

"But he needs to-" she said but stopped in the middle when I looked up at her with all the seriousness.

She understood what I meant. "Just don't kill each other, you two!" she said annoyed and left.

As soon as the door shut close, I fell down on the floor. The fear of removing his sutures was gone, but a different fear set inside me.

Only eight hours have passed. What will he do now.

I've never been so scared of him till today.

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