The Hunted.

Chapter 4

The sound of wood clashing against wood could be heard from rooms away. That particular sound was a distinct one, one that anyone could determine. Even if they had just heard it once, that sound would be with them forever. Each strike was deafening and lethal. Every blow made a heavy impact on the opposer. At least that's what I liked to think.

But now, hearing the collision of the wooden fighting sticks in the training room was something different. Hearing the sounds from far away was nothing compared to the thunderous sounds that filled the room as two of my fellow classmates were practicing.

The level of adrenaline was high in this room. Cheers could be heard as Cain's fighting stick pierced into the flesh of Lorne's throat. It seems they've all taken a liking to Cain since their "demonstration" the other day.

Some of them were even saying he may have a shot at taking my place. Others would feel threatened by my placement, but Cain didn't seem to mind it, he went against all boundaries while steering clear of it at the same time. This made me suspicious of him in a sense.

The sound of Lorne's whimpers reminded me of the following scene that was unfolding. His throat was dressed in blood and Cain's fighting stick was covered in scarlet. As if finally falling out of his maniacal trance, Cain wiped the blood off of on Lorne's black t-shirt and a smirk slowly found itself upon his face.

"Now that's how you teach a class," Cain said this, along with a familiar low chuckle. I roll my eyes as he approaches me, the eyes of our classmates remained on him all the while.

"So you're basically saying that.. nearly killing one of our fellow classmates is a way to teach a class?" I jeered, making sure my eyes perceived nothing as I shot him a glare..

"I don't see you trying anything!" he lashed out."You know I'm the only one who seems to be doing their job correctly! Maybe this isn't the job for you.." His lips formed into a sneer.

"After all.." his eyes scanned mine. "It's not like you're planning to go out in the streets.." He said this last bit, making sure his eyes were still on mine.

"What makes you so sure?" I challenged.

Cain laughed, not particularly a friendly one either. "Most of these kids don't even actually go out and hunt, they're just here for show." He nodded at our classmates.

"You don't know that.."

"Don't I?" he asked me, his eyes piercing into mine.

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't know how things worked back in Germany, but I guarantee you things aren't like that around here."

"I'm guessing you don't know much about what goes on here. What a waste." he scoffed and started to turn away.

I took two large steps in front of him, making sure he couldn't escape. "What do you mean?"

He only shook his head.

It was like he was regretting the previous words that had found its way out of his mouth. I thought. My previous suspicions had begun to arise, and I arched an eyebrow in his direction.

He crossed his arms in an annoyed manner. "Even if I were to tell you, you'd still follow them around like sheep. You and that brother of yours.."

"It would help if you at least tried to explain."

"That's not my job. But what would you know about that anyway?" he shot back, his eyes darkening and narrowing into slits.

"What are you ta-" Before I could finish my question, the asshole pushes past me, leaving me dumbfounded and furious.

"Wow. That was something.." A voice laced with a thick accent says behind me, causing me to recoil and then replace that move with a fighting stance.

I ended up glaring at an unfamiliar tan boy with dark brown hair that was styled haphazardly in waves and mocking hazel blue eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I questioned, the menace clear in my tone.

"Well shit. That wasn't the type of greeting I was expecting from one of Tokyo youth's finest." he responded, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I ignored his response and tried again. "Who are you?"

"Harry Álvarez, I was listed as the top of my class back in Colombia."

"That's good for you."

"A sassy one, aren't you Mira?"

"Mirabilia."

"Okay Mira.." he let out a soft chuckle. "Quiz me."

"On what?" I involuntarily rolled my eyes.

"You."

"And why would you want to do something like that?"

"Because it's fascinating to know so much about someone of your calibar. That's why." he replied.

"Where are my actual parents from?" I asked him, considering the fact that everyone had assumed differently and they were all wrong. He couldn't know this answer.

"Your father's German and your mother's a Nubian from Egypt." he said this simply, as if it were common knowledge.

My eyes widened at this. "How do you know that?"

Harry shrugged. "My parents were friends of yours before they.." his voice trailed off and he gave me a sympathetic look.

"Before they passed.." I finished for him. "It's fine. You don't have to pity Malakai and I. It was a while ago."

"Alright then."

"Yeah.."

"Yep." he gave me a small smile that I awkwardly returned moments later.

"Don't smile often?" he asked curiously.

"It's not something that concerns me." I said coldly.

"Damn girl. Who shits in your cereal?" he asks jokingly.

"I hate cereal." I responded, not seeing the point to his statement.

"Alrighty then." he says awkwardly. "Catch you later." he shoots me one last look and waves as he leaves the training room.

When I was finally alone, I let out a sigh and head to my dorm.

( YASS I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE THIS FOR DAYS!)

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