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❝there ya go babe❞
Brad had never really been out into the town located a few miles out of the forest they were usually at. He preferred the comfort of his own room.
So, when Connor insisted that they go out for a drink, being normal for one night, his instinct was to say no. He wanted to stay at home and find a way to get his girl back.
"Come on, mate," Connor says to Brad. "One night, that's all."
"I wanna stay in," Brad groans as he punches the punching bag he'd set up. Connor let out a sigh.
"I get that, but we have all of us home," Connor purses his lips. "We should celebrate while we can."
"Have you forgotten that Cassandra is still there?" Brad growls, holding on to the punching bag that swinging aggressively back and forth. "Because it seems like you have. You haven't mentioned her since we got back. Do you even intend on getting her back or are you gonna continue to pretend that she's not being held captive?"
Connor pauses.
"That's what I thought," Brad says, unwrapping the bandages around his hands. "So, I'm sorry that I want to try and get her back instead of going out for some drinks."
Brad stormed upstairs then, neither of the other two boys questioning his temper as he slams his door shut. He still had a bunch of anger he had to get out but he knew Connor wouldn't leave the training room unless Brad agreed to go for a drink.
Brad takes off his shirt, trousers, underwear before climbing into the shower. He doesn't wash himself, he stands under the cold water to cool him down. He never properly cooled down unless Cassandra was there so he felt himself going through continuous warm flushes.
He felt a warm droplet fall down his face and he frowned, reaching up and feeling it fall from his eyes. He realised he was crying.
He quickly wipes them away. He had promised Cassie that he wouldn't cry while she was gone but he found it so hard. He felt like half of him was missing and there was an aching feeling in his chest as he remembers she isn't there for him to cuddle with and no one to cool him down.
He washes himself quickly before drying himself and changing into some branded joggers and Calvin Klein boxers. He sighed, drying his hair properly before throwing his towel in the basket.
He hears a knock on the door and he goes over and answers it, revealing Connor, "what do you want?"
"I came to apologise," he purses his lips and Brad knew the other two had set him up to do this. "I realise that you're tense at the moment with everything going on, but I thought going out for a drink would be a good way to relax you."
Brad rolls his eyes, "when we were finding James, we never rested. Not one day. We were always searching for a way to find him, or for someone like Cassie. We never went out for drinks so that we could 'relax'."
Connor purses his lips, "I get that, but James is back and—!"
"Cassie isn't!" Brad interrupts, feeling his brain slowly giving up on his friend in front of him. "She's not here because you gave her up and now you're not even trying to get her back!"
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Brad," Connor shouts back sarcastically. "I shouldn't be happy for a couple days because we got James back, hm? I should be fucking depressed because a girl isn't here that you're in love with? I'm sorry that you're bitch can't be here right now to lick your arse—!"
Connor doesn't finish as Brad holds him up to a wall by his throat, snarling out, "don't fucking talk about her like that again you fucking bastard. I seem to recall that only a few days ago you were professing your undying love for her? Shame you got rejected."
"Boys!" Tristan rushes up the stairs as Connor begins to lose blood circulation and his breathing comes staggered. "Brad, let him go!"
"Why should I? He deserves to die."
"You don't mean that," Tristan pushes Brad back away from Connor. Connor rubs his throat as he attempts to get his breathing back.
"Oh, I fucking do," Brad snaps. "You guys can go out for your fancy fucking drinks, but I'm staying here to try and get Cassie back."
+
Cassandra was exhausted as she walked through the hallway with Simon by her side. They had trained hard, harder than she ever had before, and she was ready to sleep already.
She makes her way to her small room but Simon stops her, "What you think you're doing, doll? You've got to eat—don't want you to starve to death, ey?"
"Right," she drags out, following him to a canteen. Large, circular tables fit around the room with people in army clothes sitting at them and chatting amongst themselves as they eat.
Some of them noticed the girl walking in the room but stand up and salute Simon who remained unbothered. He goes to the line where people collect their food but cuts straight in to the front, smiling at the woman.
"Hey, Abby, two trays of jacket potato," Simon orders and the lady rolls her eyes at him.
"A please would be nice," she says sarcastically, serving the food anyway. She was young, in her mid twenties perhaps. "There ya go, babe, two jacket potatoes with beans and cheese. Hope you don't choke on it."
"You're a star," Simon takes the two trays, holding them in his hands with ease. "In a bit, Abs."
"Yeah, whatevs."
Cassandra smiles at the girl before following Simon to the table where Ethan sat, waiting for them both.
Cassandra sits where Simon puts the other tray, glancing at the food which looked surprisingly appetising.
"How was your first training session?" Ethan asks, shoving his food around his tray. "Good, I assume?"
"Yeah," Cassandra spoke quietly.
"She's good with a sword," Simon comments. "Josh made any progress?"
"A bit," Ethan hums, pushing his tray away and moments later, someone is by his side to pick it up and take it away.
"Who's Josh?" She asks.
"Our scientist," Ethan shrugs. "I use the term lightly, though. He's boring, though." Ethan frowns as he notices Cassandra shiver. "You're cold, poor thing."
She nods, rubbing her arms that are littered with goosebumps, "it's a, uh, thing. Fire and ice don't mix well, I guess."
She sparks some fire in her hand, trying to keep herself warm as she looks over to Ethan who frowns deeper.
"Do that again. The fire thing."
She lifts her hand from underneath the table and creates a flame that swarms her hand. She lets out a breath of surprise as she notices it no longer was orange but blue.
She clenches her fist and the flame disappears, glancing over to the leader sat opposite her who's eyebrows were raised, impressed.
"I guess fire and ice really don't mix that well."
