{Present Time}
Alex's (POV)

I sit pathetically huddled on my poor excuse of a bed. My knees drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped protectively around them.

I shiver as a cool breeze hits my skin, wrapping me in a blanket of cold. My black hoodie not doing anything to keep the chill away.

It's been three days now since I woke up here. Three days I've just been sitting in this cell.

I have to admit though.

Compared to the last time I was captured, this is like a hotel.

I've been getting three meals delivered each day, usually a variety of meat with rice. I've also been getting my usual medicine delivered with it, taking it only three times a day like my doctor had prescribed.

Guess they found out about that also.

But with everything else they know, I'm honestly not surprised.

Ben hasn't been back since three days ago. Only some silent person that delivers my food and meds.

My stomach has surprisingly not been too painful these three days. My side where Polly stitched me up, already scabbed over. Only a slight throb evident.

My leg where I'd gotten splinters from the floor blowing up right next to me, is practically all better - someone having apparently taken the splinters out before I woke up three days ago.

But there's this everlasting tightness in my chest, my throat. My hands seeming to have a permanent tremble in them.

Because no matter what I tell myself.

I have been captured again, and nothing can contain the deep fear I have of that.

A door down the hallway loudly opens.

I tense, my right hand automatically coming up to my neck - only for me to feel a stab of sadness as I remember I lost my necklace.

The necklace Jack gave me.

I tighten my hold on my legs.

It's not time for my supper yet, I just got lunch around two hours ago.

Is it...?

Ben appears in my line of sight.

Yup.

He stops, looking me over with dark eyes. Three slightly fresh wounds - that look like wounds a cat would make, run down the left side of his face.

He smirks, the scratches on his cheek becoming more prominent. "Hello, Alex." He greets.

He leans against the cell bars. "Guess what?" He happily sings.

I stay silent, my eyes staring unblinkingly over at him.

He rolls his eyes, obviously miffed by the fact I won't answer him. "Today you start your training!" He smiles. But then it disappears as his eyes land on my half eaten food that's laying on the small table directly in the middle of the room.

My chest tightens, hands clinching into fists.

He brings a key out, unlocking the door.

He walks inside, over towards the table. Then he picks up my plate, eyes examining it.

He suddenly swings his gaze over to me, his face not-so-happy anymore.

"Alex, Alex, Alex." He chides. "You really should finish your food." He pauses, seeming to remember something. "Even if you can't." He refers to my little stomach problem.

He plops the plate loudly back onto the table, some of the food falling off onto the floor.

He shakes his head. "I guess you'll learn." He says, voice low.

"Get up."

From past experiences, and knowing it's best to follow orders. I hesitantly unfold myself, placing my bare feet down on the cold ground.

He smiles again, then he turns back towards the door.

"Remember." He says while walking down the hall, me following behind him. "You try anything, and you'll get a bullet in ya." He pats the gun that's holstered on his hip.

I silently follow behind him, eyes scanning.

We exit through the big doors at the end of the hall, immediately walking into a more elaborate settings.

Instead of steel and stone, which is all it was back there. The walls are wood, a fine carpet spread across the floor - completely down the hall, lights on the ceilings.

Doors appear almost every twenty feet on each side, no one in-site.

As we're going down the hall towards who-knows-where, Ben looks back at me.

He stops, making me pause my steps also.

He turns around to face me, his features hard.

"Alex, I'm just going to be honest." He says, eyes staring at me. "Everything you've been through," He spreads his hands out. "will be like nothing compared to what you're going to be faced with." He seriously says.

My eyes slightly widen.

"And like I've said before," He raises a brow. "I know all you've been through." He elaborates. "This trainer you're going to meet, is the best of the best."'

He wryly shakes his head. "Now I don't exactly agree one-hundred percent with his tactics for training." He shrugs. "But I'm just the supplier and the business man, not the trainer."

He stares at me, and I just stare back.

He suddenly smiles. "Let me enlighten you a little before you're personally introduced." He starts walking again, and I fall into step behind him.

My hands are sweaty, making my palms sticky.

How can this, be worse than being tortured?

My throat gets an uncomfortable warmth in it, a headache building behind my eyes.

"Your trainer, Frances Kill." He glances back at me. "And no, that's not his real last name. I'll get to that in a moment."

"He's an ex-Navy Seal." He continues. "One of the best that ever came out of it." He waves a hand lazily around. "Long story short, he quit after an accident, eventually ended up on the wrong side of the law and now he's the head trainer here for this group."

"He's done all, seen all." He shakes his head again.

"And let me say this, Alex." He looks back again. "He'll make getting tortured look like a picnic." He deadpans.

My heart hammers in my ears.

"He's ruthless and won't quit till you either die, or become so physically impaired you can't move a single muscle in your body." His voice rises. "Which is the reason he started calling himself Kill." He slows down.

"He won't care about your abdominal trauma, your PTSD....your age."

"None of that will matter to him!" He practically shouts.

"He won't quit," His face darkens. "until he's done the job he's been given." He suddenly smiles.

"Which is to make you." He motions back at me.

"A winner."

My heart stops.

No.

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A/N

Hello!! I know this is like really short, but I don't have much time right now and I felt I needed to give y'all something.🤗

So anyways.

Questions:

1. Whatcha think of this (short) chapter?

2. What's your thoughts on this Frances Kill?

Comment!! VOTE!!

Update: .....Coming soon!😜

Maggy

Edited:6/24/17