"What exactly are you doing here?" He spoke again.

I roll my eyes before I realised, shit. I've been caught. Shit, shit, shit. But then I realise he's here too. He's out here without a key pass.

"I could say the same about you" I spoke with my chest, his eyebrows perked at my response. The facility felt massive with only us in there at this moment. Maybe I don't have to use the punching bag anymore, I could just punch him the face. Multiple times.

"Touché" his reply short but with no emotion. "Your punches are short, it's pathetic-" he spat out "-Have you ever punched someone in your life?" He questioned with a subtle laugh but I think he thinks he knows the answer, I could feel my heart boil but I remind myself that he has no idea of my life and what I did to my parents.

"Have you ever showed a glimpse of empathy for anyone but yourself in your life?" I say, with the rise of my voice getting higher at the end of the sentence as I get more annoyed but I kept my cool.

Harsh but he didn't seem affected. His furrowed eyebrows went deeper and his eyes darkened. His jaw clenched and the outline stood out even more in the light of the facilities.

"No, I haven't, and I'll gladly keep it that way" he proudly rose his chest at his words, his stare from his eyes piercing right through me as if I wasn't even there.

"Thought that would be the case. And I'm pretty sure I didn't ask for your opinion" I say cutting back at him and shutting him down, but there was one thing I wanted to ask, his name.

"You should want my opinion with that form, your not going to get anywhere punching a bag like that" he replied moving closer to the bag, and with one strong swell he punched the bag so hard the metal strap fell of the hook it was hanging on and fell to the ground. The thud echoed in the facility.

"Was that supposed to scare me? Because like I said before, I didn't ask for your opinion or for you to punch the bag I was using" I spoke grabbing the punching bag off the ground and I try to put it back up on the hook.

Fuck. I can't even reach it.

He just laughs as he watches me struggle. I was on my tip toes and using both my hands to try and put the punching bag back on the hook. I throw it back down on the ground. Clearly he isn't going to help me. I let out a frustrated grunt.

"Why are you such a dick, I mean I don't even know your name yet you purposely make my life hell, what is your problem?" I shout, losing my temper. Fuck sake I didn't want him to get to me like this.

All I wanted to do was train in peace, with no one around.

"First of all, I'm a dick to everyone. So don't think you're so special" he spurted back at me, his eyes darting at mine. Cutting through me even more.

The room went quiet, all we could hear was the silent swishing of the leaves on the trees outside in the background but other than that it was pure silence.

Before I could say anything back, he walks over and picks up the punching bag by the metal chain with his right hand and places it up on the metal hook like it was nothing.

"It's Landon" he spoke with no emotion. He paused as he took a deep breath in, "you don't belong here-" his words cut through me "-weak little nobody's don't get accepted into this school yet here you are and you didn't even apply. You do not belong here" he stopped speaking but his intense stare didn't. His eyes darker than ever as he looked at me with disgrace. His words hurt. I was left speechless.

I had nothing to say.

He stood there for a second before he walked past me and went over towards one of the other training rooms. My breaths were shaky and so were my hands. He was just in my sight as he stopped to start training.

He stood in by the white desk and all of a sudden, the see through doors closed automatically, and these figures started showing up. This was like technology I've never seen before. These figures were holding guns and knives and running through the room trying to attack Landon, they were just plain blue figures, no faces, no clothes, not detailing. Just the shape of a human. The figures must be projected off something, but when they were killed they'd fade into thin air.

Landon didn't look concerned, or worried or even batted an eyelid. He was so composed in there. No expression in his face while he slaughtered these figures.

He mostly used knives and the power in the throws would instantly kill them. One throw after another. Throws over the shoulder, over his head, behind him without even looking. It was scary.

He was lethal.

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Authors note:

Heyyyyy! I really loved this chapter, it's getting excitinggggggg! Are you guys enjoying it? I'd love to hear what you think?

If there's anything I can improve, let me know :)

Sorry for not updating for a while, I play a very competitive sport and train almost every day now since pre season has started so have less time to write but still continuing!

Lots of love, A