Max's P.O.V

What. The. Fuck.

Who the fuck made this shitty rope course? They deserve a lovely punch where the sun doesn't-

"Shit," I groan under my breath. The pain in my right leg pulled me back into reality. Well, that and the taste of dirt in my mouth.

Focusing back into the loud laughter around me, I realise some asshole had tripped my on my 3rd lap around the stupid rope course. Spitting out the dirt, I push myself up and sit back on my legs.

Glaring at the campers - or - soldiers, I spit out more dirt at their feet. The laughed a little at first before taking a hesitant step back from where I was kneeling.

I cringe at the slightly metallic tasting dirt still swishing around in my mouth, standing up and spitting out a final time, seeing a mix of mud and blood.

I look over at the assholes, or at least where they were. Turns out when I was standing back up they had run away from me. A smirk flashed across my face before I sighed, turning around to keep running.

As I was turning I bumped into someone immediately, falling straight onto my ass.

"Hey, what the fuck!" I yelled, rubbing the back of my head gingerly. I wince once my fingers brush over a gash. Squinting up at the person in front of me, I try to focus on their face but everything was slightly blurry.

"Language, Maxwell. Hurry up and stand up, YN is getting impatient," I stand up and find myself face to face with Pikeman.

"Whatever, fuck off," I cross my arms and glare at him. He raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on my shoulder gently.

I looked up at him in confusion, that wasn't a very Pikeman thing he did. He gripped my shoulder tightly, probably leaving a bruise.

I squirm in his grasp, trying to pull away from him. This was the Pikeman I knew and hated.

"I'm telling you right now, twerp. Do not swear or there will be.." He growled, pausing and glancing over to where YN probably was, "Consequences."

I pulled back harder just as he let go, leading to me falling straight onto my ass. I glare up at him, standing up and getting up in his face, "You aren't the boss of me, Pikeman."

He smirked and pushed away my accusing finger. He put his hands behind his back and stood up straight.

"No, I'm not. But YN is," He raised an eyebrow, that annoying smirk plastered all over his zit covered face, "So in reality, you have to answer to her, don't you?"

I roll my eyes, taking a small step back and crossing my arms, I stare at him.

"YN can suck my ass," I smirked. But my smug look soon faded when I saw Pikeman continue to smile creepily.

Wait, shit, didn't he say there were consequences to swearing?

I felt a weird feeling in my gut - like something wasn't right.

Well, how bad can it be, really? It's Pikeman we're thinking about here.

Then I felt something else in my gut, but it wasn't just a funny feeling, it was pain. Probably because he kicked me in the gut.

I land on the ground again, clutching my stomach to try to soothe the burning pain, "What the fuck!?" I glared up at him, seeing him look down at me disapprovingly, "You fucking kicked me! That's-"

He kicked me again, glaring down at me. I let out a pained groan, letting silence fall before attempting to stand back up. When I stood up fully I leant my hands against my knees, letting out puffs of air. My stomach really hurts. I look up at Pikeman just in time to get pushed right back down onto the ground.

This time landing on my back, I also hit my head on the hard ground. Everything seemed to go blurry and the light started to hurt my eyes.

When the ringing in my ears quieted down, I heard the loud laughter of the other campers. Holding a hand up to my aching head, I sit up slightly.

The campers were cheering Pikeman on as if he had just won some kind of sick prize. I shook my head to try and rid the headache, but it was pretty persistent.

This is Pikeman's fault. I wish an actual adult was here or something. Someone to put that fucker in his place.

I stand up, looking around at the campers who had surrounded us two. Rolling my eyes I try and push past Pikeman only to be grabbed and pulled back into the circle.

Stumbling slightly, I push Pikeman back a bit, "What the fuck asshole, let me leave!"

Turning around to walk out again, I get pulled back, again.

Honestly, what did I expect? I just pushed the asshole and swore right in his face. I'm not surprised he didn't-

Pikeman swung me around to face him and punched me right in the cheek. My head swings to the side and I rub my cheek gingerly. Growling I run at him only to be tackled by fucking Billy.

He straddles me, holding my arms to the sides and glaring at me.

"Billy," I growl under my breath. His eyebrows lowered in anger.

"I said, call me SNAKE!" He yelled, releasing my wrists from his tight hold on them and pulling back to punch my chest.

I tried pushing him off me, but he just punched harder. I struggled under him, making him look up and start attacking my face.

I managed to free one leg and then I proceeded to kick him in the nuts. He winced and pulled back immediately, squirming around on the ground and holding his crouch in agony.

I sit up and wipe some blood from my lip, glaring over at Billy.

I start to run at Billy only to be picked up by Petrol, who held me by the neck.

"Where the fuck do you guys keep coming from?" I gasped out, clawing at his hand. I hear a low mutter amongst the crowd.

I try to look around and see what was so important, but I could barely move my head let alone even see two feet in front of me. My vision started to darken, mostly because of the lack of oxygen, partly because of the actual damage to my body.

I swear I could hear someone yelling but my ears were ringing. Finally, Petrol fucking let me go, although I landed on my back again. I felt the pain in my head before my back, and everything went blurry again. I felt like vomiting.

But, as the ringing faded to a dull white noise, my vision came back as well. I tried to focus on what was going on, sitting up to get a better view.

"What were you doing that for then, huh?" I think that was YN talking, but I couldn't really tell, "He's MY recruit, you have no right to touch him!"

I groaned and held my head, it was pounding. Can they just stop yelling?

"I have the rights over you, YN, I can-I can-" That was Pikeman talking, ugh gross I can picture his ugly face.

"You can't do anything Pikeman. And you know damn well why," Heck yeah, tell him off YN. I look over to the two bickering assholes. One... One less of an asshole than the other - but still an asshole. I rub my eyes and try to focus on them.

"Ok, shows over. Go back to your tents," YN yelled out. I winced, glaring in her general direction, "You too Pikeman."

I hear her mutter something to Pikeman, but I couldn't hear exactly what she said over the sound of the other campers. Soon enough, all of them were gone and all that was left was YN and I.

There were a few awkward moments of silence before YN turned around and looked down at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Can you stand?" YN asked, walking over to me. I huffed, rolling my eyes.

"Of course I can," I avoid swearing because that obviously got me in trouble before. I push myself up from the ground and try to stand properly, but my balance felt out of wack and I stumbled forward.

YN moved in front of me quickly and caught me before I could fall.

"Ok, so you can't stand then," I huff, pushing away from her only to trip over something and land on my ass. She sighed, standing over me with her arms crossed.

"Whatever," I go to stand up but I couldn't make myself move. I felt so tired all of a sudden. I feel the need to shut my eyes but the pain from the rest of my body tells me otherwise. I let myself fall back onto the hard ground.

I hear YN gasp, "Maxwell, you alright?"

I want to tell her that my name is Max, but I can't speak. I can't move. I'm so... tired.

I want to kick and scream and run back to Camp Campbell. Anything but stay here and be kicked, humiliated and bossed around. I just want to do something!

But I can't move.

I feel arms slide under my body and lift me up, "I didn't realise how badly hurt you got."

I curl up in her arms slightly, closing my eyes and letting the world fade away into a dreamless sleep.

"Let's get you fixed up then, huh?" I hear before everything goes dark.

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