Crook's outrage
The sun beat down on the farm land, casting a golden glow over the trainees as they jogged in unison. Vincent and Yunli were among them, their faces set in determined expressions. Behind them, Scott drove the old model tractor, his eyes fixed on the trainees. Every now and then, he would crack his whip, striking those who fell behind. The sound of the whip cracking echoed through the air, a stark reminder of the strict discipline being enforced.
But one trainee, Sonia, stumbled and fell behind. Scott's whip cracked loudly, striking her back. Sonia yelped in pain, quickly getting back to her feet and resuming her jog. However, it was clear she was struggling to keep up.
Crook, who had been watching from a distance with Julius, felt a surge of outrage at the scene unfolding before him. He took a step forward, his fists clenched, ready to intervene. "What the...?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing with anger.
Julius, sensing Crook's tension, placed a restraining hand on his arm. "Let it be, Crook," he said, his voice low and even. "This is how they train here."
But Crook was beyond reason. He shook off Julius's grip, his face twisted in a scowl. "You're just going to stand there and let him treat them like this?" he demanded, his voice rising.
Julius's expression was calm, but his eyes held a hint of warning. "You forget, Crook, who brought the danger to our doorstep. And also almost put my children at risk. You need to keep your temper in check."
Crook's face darkened, his anger and frustration boiling over. For a moment, it seemed like he would launch himself at Scott, but Julius's words struck a chord. He remembered the chaos he had unleashed, the danger he had brought to their home. His anger deflated, replaced by a grim expression.
"Fine," Crook growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'll keep my temper in check. For now."
Julius nodded, his eyes never leaving Crook's face. "Good. Let's focus on getting out of this situation without any more trouble."
As they watched, Scott continued to drive the tractor, cracking his whip whenever a trainee fell behind. The trainees jogged on, their faces set in determined expressions. Sonia, however, seemed to be struggling more than the others. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, her movements slow and labored.
Crook's gaze lingered on Sonia, his expression slightly bothered. He knew what it was like to be pushed to the limit, to be forced to do things you didn't want to do. A pang of guilt struck him further suppressing his anger which he had previously .
But the moment passed, and Crook's expression hardened once more. He knew he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, not now, not when they were so close to getting out of this situation.
As the trainees continued to jog, Crook's eyes never left Scott's figure. He knew he would have to keep a close eye on him, to wait for the perfect moment to strike. And when he did, Scott would know the true meaning of pain and suffering.
The air was thick with tension as Crook's gaze locked onto Scott. It was a silent promise, a warning that would not be ignored but as soon as Scott looked over, he just smirked couldn't care less about crook's feelings.
[Holly's POV]
I stood at the window, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding outside. The sun beat down on the farm land, casting a golden glow over the trainees as they jogged in unison. Vincent and Yunli were among them, their faces set discomfited . Behind them, Scott drove the old model tractor, his eyes fixed on the trainees. Every now and then, he would crack his whip, striking those who fell behind with a sadistic smile.
My heart sank as I watched Sonia stumble and fall behind. Scott's whip cracked loudly, striking her back. Sonia yelped in pain, quickly getting back to her feet and resuming her jog. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched the scene, my whole body trembling with fear.
Crook and Julius were watching from a distance, their faces set in different expressions. Crook's face was twisted in a scowl, his eyes flashing with anger. Julius's expression was calm, but his eyes held a hint of warning.
As I watched, Crook took a step forward, his fists clenched, ready to intervene. But Julius placed a restraining hand on his arm, his voice low and even. Crook's face darkened, his anger and frustration boiling over. For a moment, it seemed like he would launch himself at Scott, but Julius's words struck a chord.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as I watched the scene, my eyes fixed on Crook's figure. I knew he was a man of action, and I wondered what would happen if he lost his temper completely.
As the trainees continued to jog, Crook's eyes never left Scott's figure. I could sense the tension between them, the air thick with unspoken threats. I shivered again, feeling a chill run down my spine.
I knew I had to be careful, to stay out of the way. But as I watched Crook's gaze lock onto Scott, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something was going to happen, and I wasn't sure if it would be good or bad.
My eyes never left the scene, my heart pounding in my chest. I was frozen in place, unable to look away. The sun continued to beat down on the farm land, casting a golden glow over the trainees. But I knew that beneath the surface, something was simmering, waiting to erupt.
As I stood there, I felt a sense of dread growing inside me. I knew that the situation was volatile, and that anything could happen at any moment. I just hoped that no one would get hurt, that somehow, someway, we could all get out of this situation unscathed.
Meanwhile as I looked at Crook's figure, I knew that was unlikely. He was a man on the edge, and I wasn't sure what would push him over. I just knew that when he did, it wouldn't be pretty and the felling Scott gave wasn't less either...he seemed more gray than any other shady thing I have seen.
Holly sighed and continued to hid in the house as she didn't want the soldiers to catch a sight of her.
The sun's golden glow cast a stark contrast to the tension that crackled through the air like electricity. The trainees jogged in unison, their footsteps pounding the earth in a rhythmic cadence, but their eyes darted nervously towards Scott, who drove the old model tractor behind them. Every now and then, the whip cracked loudly, striking those who fell behind. The sound sent a shiver down the spines of most trainees, their hearts racing with fear of being whipped.
But there were exceptions. Oscar and Vincent, two trainees who had been grazed by bullets several times, seemed almost immune to the fear that gripped their fellow trainees. Their eyes fixed on some point ahead. The whip didn't faze them; they had faced far greater dangers and had come out less scathed.
As Scott cracked the whip again, the other trainees flinched, their hearts racing with fear. But Oscar and Vincent didn't even blink having gotten used to the sound compared to the beginning of the training. They knew that the whip was just a tool, a means to an end. They had been trained to withstand pain, to push through it and come out stronger on the other side.
The other trainees, however, were not so fortunate. They jogged along, their eyes fixed on Scott, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew that one misstep could mean a painful lash from the whip, and they were determined to avoid it at all costs.
The air was heavy with unspoken threats, the trainees holding their collective breath as they waited to see what would happen next. Would Crook lose his temper completely, or would he find a way to rein in his anger? The uncertainty hung in the air like a challenge.