Owe him
BANE'S POV
"No. That is not what I mean. I'm talking about that bag you had the last time you were here."
"What about it?"
"Cut the bulshit." He ordered.
"It's nothing." I wanted him to forget it. I wanted him to go about his day, his life forgetting it ever happened.
"Why does this even keep resurfacing?"
"Because I want to know what has your head in the gutters? You come to a gym with a bag full of...junk and can't even explain yourself."
"Because I don't have to explain myself to you. What part of that don't you understand?"
The narrow hall had grown cold and quiet. By the look on his face, I wasn't sure how he took my comment, which I found to be true. What did I owe him? Nothing. There was nothing within this gym membership that said that I was required to give him my personal life.
"Follow me." He turned, his squinting eyes digging into me before he begun to walk.
I contemplated on which I should do; follow him toward an unknown destination or gather the rest of my things and leave this place.
"Are you coming?" He questioned when he noticed that I did not move a muscle to follow.
At first, I was not sure which route to take but when my left foot stepped forward, I knew my in anxious mind I would follow him...
As we walked, he continued to question me. Not those typical questions I thought he would wonder about after our last encounter. These were questions that anyone would ask anyone. My day. The weather. The workout sessions.
His hand would swipe across the back of his neck repeatedly as he spoke. At first I thought it to be a nervous gesture however I just assumed it was all in my mind.
We walked through doors. Doors that held the 'warning: employees only' signs written in red bolding lettering.
"Why am I here?" I finally questioned; tired of following through what seemed to be an endless maze of doors.
He stopped before we could pass through another door. He turned me, the color in his eyes focused on my face and nothing else.
"I want you to explain that bag to me.""You brought me all the way here to ask me about that bag? Why? So I can't walk away?"
"That's one of the reasons, yes."
"This is bulshit-"
"Who the hell carries around a stake and a book about mythological and fictional creatures?"
"It...It was just some cute little novelty things I picked up from the store." I wanted to shout however the high pitch in my voice would continue to strike his interest.
"You're lying."
"This is fucking stupid."
"You had holy water in the bag." The tone voice almost made it seem as though he wanted to laugh.
"This is a nightmare." I shook my head."Your personality has been garbage."
"No, this conversation is garbage." I turned, wondering which one of the three halls I came from.
I wanted to leave this place. It was a mistake to even follow him. In my mind, at first, I almost thought it was a reason he brought me down here.I wanted to try my luck. Risk myself getting lost in this endless gym. Anything to get away from this pointless conversation.
I began to make my way down the hall, ignoring his continuous questions and assumptions he made on my life. That was until he asked me questions I knew I could not walk away from.
"Renee, where is your mother?"
Frozen in the moment; I could not find the strength to move a muscle. What he asked, who he asked about was enough to strip away all of the control I had.
"What?" I turned.
"Where is your mother?"
I knew better. I knew better than to give him something to question me on. He wanted me to answer. He wanted a story; he wanted me to give him more to feed on.
But why my mother?
"What are you talking about?" I stepped closer to him.
"I want to know where she is? This town is not that large so faces become common." His arms folded across his chest. "Where is she?"
I couldn't very much answer his question with a truthful answer. Who would believe something so insane?
I laughed. A laugh that was able to mask the real feeling that was in me. Confusion. Sadness. Curiosity as to why my mother, the very person that I was looking for, was brought up in this conversation.
"Renee." He called my name. "Is that why you had that stuff in your bag?"
"You are crazy." I stated. "Who would I be hunting with that stuff?"
I yelled; my hands planted firmly on my hips as I waited for him to snap out of it. He pinched the bridge of his nose; annoyance striking across his face before his eyes closed.
"I said nothing about hunting."
I was left speechless. Caught up in my own words, I was not sure how to even explain what I had said. "-"
"Don't bother to explain it to me." He flagged my next excuse. "I need to show you something."
I could see the hesitation within his eyes but it never stopped him from opening the door we had stood in front of for more time then we needed to.
"Go ahead." He motioned for me to step in to the room. First hesitant, I looked at him, wondering what his intentions were before I walked into the opened door.
Looking around, my eyes wide in wonder, I saw what he so desperately wanted me to see. A room that shot down my assumptions that this was somewhat of a sanctuary.
I had no idea what I was expecting when I stepped in to the room but I was definitely not expecting something as extreme as this.
"Bane?" My eyes never trailed away from the walls.
"Yeah?" I heard his voice lower.
"What... is this?" I was not sure if I was ready for the answer."Our arsenal." He stepped in, his eyes carelessly roaming over the occupied walls and counters.
Why? I turned to him.
"Why is this down here Carl?" I had to ask.
"Because."
He whispered beneath his breath. I could see the hesitation in him. His answer was hanging on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm a hunter."
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