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 scread 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 ,” Mr. Drails said, with a smirk.
“I don’t know,” Robert repeated.
“Tell !” Mr. Drails shouted. “You may be a kid, but trust , we have no rcy on any TSA spy.”
“I don’t know!!!” Robert shouted as tears began to speed down his face, and his eyes beca red.
“Yes, you do!” Mr. Drails said as he grabbed his head. “Tell now, or you’ll die a very slow death!”
“I don’t know,” Robert said, crying, as his eyes watered.
“Tell ,” Mr. Drails said, grabbing his head. “Tell now!”
“Okay, I’ll tell you,” he said. “I t face to face with Rocke, and he told to kidnap you so that you’d have to fight him one-on-one.” “Good to know,” Mr. Drails nodded. “Now is Detrius Rocke in Russia?”
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“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 so 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 ant to make them forget about everything that happened the past twelve hours.”
I felt my mouth stall in speaking anything. “O-Okay,” I said.
Once we went out separate ways, I ca down the stairs, seeing Malachi look at in a very intrigued way. “So how’d you get in trouble?” he asked once I ca 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 seed to get very offended about that. “Just because you have a Perk, doesn’t an 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 off, and then he walked away. Confusion was bowling although my head.
I just got a targeter on 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 ti to view how aesthetically beautiful the room was. I plopped onto the bed, just wanting to lay down from the stress that ca across.
This Rocke-baby is starting to make angry, in fact furious. I can never be safe from anyone because he wants to kill 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 to be a challenge to him, and he wants out before I even kill him. That could drive soone to an insane want to kill soone.
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 sothing,” Rocke said in response. At this point, I was more annoyed than scared. “About what that you wanna kidnap ?”
“What?” Rocke said, busting out laughing. “What makes you think that? High school has not taught you well.”
“Why did you send soone to kidnap ?” 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 ,” 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 sowhere like the bathroom and kill them there. You shouldn’t know that by experience.”
“A bunch of your agents was chasing ,” 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 this?”
“Because I wanted to. You fought against and managed to survive. I have all that I need, and I don’t need to see you again,” Rocke said.
“But wait!” I called. “But the man sent to kidnap said that you wanted to destroy in a ball of fire in a ring. How are you gonna explain that?”
Then the phone hung up.
I slamd 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 sothing about this.
Maybe a jog around the field or maybe the punching bad area or sothing 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 .
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 there.
He looked very concerned as he continued to stare at , 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 so 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.”
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