Flash Back To 3 Years Ago
After school Ryan came to his room at the camp, tossing his bag on the chair. His heart began to race, as a sense of foreboding ran through his veins. He took a step forward pretending not to sense anyone nor anything. Feeling the air shift behind him, Ryan ducked picking up a lamp on a small end table to his right. Breaking it over a masked figure's head. The figure stumbled and fell to his knees. Just as Ryan turned two masked people came in. 'what the hell was going on here? Are we under attack ?' he had always been told they could be under attack at any moment. The men moved towards him in two steps, they both moved for him at the same time. However Ryan slid away between them standing and wrapped his hands around both their heads slamming them together as hard as he could. Being much smaller he was sure the impact would only daze them. Just as Ryan hit the first figure a sharp pain radiated through his head as his vision went blank .
Feeling as if he was on a tilt swirl ride, his eyes slowly fluttered and opened. Dim glowing light invaded his vision as soon as he blinked his eyes open. A groan escaped his lips, looking around Ryan noticed two things immediately. His hands were cuffed above his head. Second a figure with a mask standing next to a steel table. The figure pulled jumper cables from it, another man brought water over. 'This was it the moment I've been preparing for since I was 6.' the thought in his mind somewhat made him excited. How pathetic was he to not even make it out of training before capture. Ryan panicked a little on the inside, almost forgetting his training . But recalling his father's words as the voice echoed through his head . "If you're captured, you can't just wait for them to let you go, bide your time . Bide your time and find a way out." Looking to the men he began laughing. "You two are pathetic, whats wrong? Are you so weak to pick on some one your own size. So you find a 13 year old boy? Whats worse is you can't even fight me fairly." he taunt them.
The man with the water dumped it over Ryan's head provoked. 'Yes that's what I wanted, idiot' he thought to himself. Slipping his wrists from the cuff painfully, lubricated by the water it hurt like a bitch but he pushed the pain away. Landing on his feet once he had gathered his footing he slid between the two men. Punching both their knee caps causing them to fall to the ground with a loud thud and groans, and thump. Standing to his feet he ran to the table with all the torture tools grabbing a circular shaped knife. Moving behind the first, punching him hard in the face with all his strength. Ryan turned to the other and brought the blade up. "Ryan don't!" a voice came from behind him causing Ryan to freeze, he turned to see his father pulling off his black mask . His face cut up badly. "Dad?" Ryan looked to him with wide eyes.
"That's jack." his dad said quickly, causing Ryan to drop the blade as if it burned him. His eyes shifted to the men on their knees, mainly the one he nearly beheaded. "Uncle Jack ?" Ryan called out taking off his mask. "What are you doing? I could have killed you!" he glared at him. Jack eyes watered with pain and his face pale. Ryan had dislocated both males knee caps.
"You did great ." Jack said and groaned falling over.
" Let's get a medic in here." his father yelled.
"What is this?" he looked to his father with bewilderment and anger seeping though his voice and features.
"This is a test to see how far you have come ahead with your training." He explained.
"It was dumb, I could have killed you guys." Anger surged through his body.
"Boy, since when did you surpass your old man?" father asked angrily while chuckling.... Ryan glared at him with his eyes reddened.
"That is why I made sure you put your bag down first my boy." He moved to his son. His arms open for a hug, since he had been in the camp he had only seen his father in parents night once a week. "We almost couldn't even grab you, I feel confident that your training is complete." He looked at me with pride in his eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up for the ceremony." He said putting his arm around me.
Present
Ryan felt someone hands on his shoulders, bringing him back from his thought.
He turned to look at the person and he saw his father standing beside him.
"What's the matter father?" Ryan turned and asked.
"Nothing, I'm just worried about you, you have been staring at the clock for a long time"
"Oh, I was just reminiscing on some memories" He said facing the clock again.
"Okay, we are going out to have some coffee do you want to tag along?"
"Yeah, I will meet you outside" He said and his father left. Ryan looked at the scars which were on his wrists.
He got this scar when he forcefully removed his hands from the handcuffs.
Ryan sighed, using his sleeve to cover the scar. He was still angry with what happened in the forest that night, but on the other hand he was happy because he had met someone who was like him.
He vowed to himself that he must catch the La Loba. He was never the type that let people trample on his pride and and go unharmed.
Ryan joined them outside after some minutes and They all left for the cafe.
Ryan stood in front of the cafe and he suddenly remembered the waitress that added sugar to his coffee and his lips arched up in a sudden smiled unknown to him when he suddenly remembered her reply at school today.
His father and the others were surprised when they saw him smiling. They couldn't help but stare at him intently curious to what had made him smile. Ryan noticed their expression.
"What?" He asked with a stern face and they all didn't reply and walked into the cafe leaving him behind.