Valko-Zeke

Chapter 4 part 1

I stood in the prison yard, staring at Bellamy as he held a wooden practice sword. He looked serious and determined, and I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated.

"Okay, Amalia, I know you're experienced at fighting, but I still think you could use some more training," Bellamy said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my nerves. "Yeah, I'm sure you're just dying to teach me."

Bellamy grinned. "Well, someone's gotta keep you on your toes."

He began moving his sword in a series of defensive patterns, and I mirrored his movements. I was already experienced in fighting, but I knew there was always room for improvement.

"Good, good. Keep your arm steady and don't let your guard down," Bellamy said.

I kept going, copying his movements and trying to stay focused. But as the minutes ticked by, I could feel the difference in our skill levels. Bellamy was a better fighter than I was, and it was clear in the way he moved with such precision and grace.

"I know I'm not as good as you, Bellamy," I said, panting.

"Don't sell yourself short. You're not half bad," Bellamy replied with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the corner of my mouth from twitching upward.

I took a deep breath and tried again, this time moving with more confidence. Bellamy showed me new techniques and strategies, and I could feel myself improving with each move.

But as the training went on, I could feel my energy flagging. My arms felt like they were made of lead and my legs felt like they were about to give out. But Bellamy didn't let up, pushing me harder and harder until I was exhausted.

Finally, the training was over, and I lay on the ground, panting and sweating. Bellamy looked down at me with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"You did well, Amalia. You're ready for Valntino," he said with a smirk.

I looked up at him and grinned. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

...

I walked into the prison cafeteria, my eyes scanning the room for a place to sit. My nerves were on edge, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

To my right, Jack sat with his friends Dusty, Shawn, and a few others at a table nearby, chatting and laughing together. He looked up and caught my eye, giving me a small wave and a smile.

To my left, Bellamy sat alone at a table, his eyes fixed on me. He didn't smile or wave, but his gaze was intense, and I knew he was watching me.

I was torn about where to sit, I felt like I needed the support of both of my friends, but I also didn't want to make things awkward. I thought about it for a moment, then made my decision. I walked towards Jack's table, sitting down next to him.

Jack smiled at me, "Hey, Amalia." Jack said smiling at me. I smiled back at him, feeling grateful for his support, but also aware that I couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not sitting with Bellamy.

Jack handed me a tray of food and I picked at it, my appetite nowhere to be found. The conversation around the table was light and carefree, but I couldn't seem to join in. My thoughts were consumed with the upcoming fight and the uncertainty of what was to come.

As we ate, I kept glancing over at Bellamy, who was still sitting alone at his table, watching me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I knew he was aware of my decision to sit with Jack.

The meal was over quickly, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of impending doom. I knew the fight was coming, and the thought of it made me feel uneasy.

Jack stood up, "Alright, let's get you ready for the fight."

I nodded, standing up from my seat and giving Bellamy one last glance before following Jack out of the cafeteria.

We headed over to my cell and he handed me an outfit to wear for the fight. I nodded and grabbed it, ready to go change.

Before I could leave, Jack placed a hand on my shoulder, "Amalia, I know you're scared, but you don't have to do this. Please."

I could feel the sincerity in his words, and it warmed my heart. I felt grateful for his support and for the friendship we had built.

"Thank you, Jack," I said, giving him a small smile. "I have to do this though."

"What if I don't see you again?" He asked.

"You will, and you'll be okay," I said, and he gave me a look of longing before letting me go.