A/N: What's up people? My update for Angry People has been pushed back a couple of days…I apologize. I blame the computers of the world! Anyway…Thank-you's are in order:

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Well...here is chapter three...Enjoy!

Chapter Three: Hell on Angel Island, Part II

When I left you last chapter, Rika introduced herself to us in a rather blunt manner. The long day she was talking about was a three hour hike to our new home located in the central part of the island. It was there that she took us to our rooms, and told us to make ourselves at home.

"This place looks a little dull..." Kat looked around at her rather plain room. No posters, no colorful furniture. Just a wooden chair, wooden desk, and a bed that appeared as if it came straight from an Army barrack.

"We should be thankful to have anything to call our own at this point, I'll take it hands down." Alex said as he made up his bed. "What do you think of it Bo?"

The huge boy looked over at Alex with a rather blank expression and shrugged his shoulders. "Beats prison."

Alex smiled.

I still remember that first night. Kat nearly talked me and Bo to our graves, and we got to know each other a little bit for the first time. Soon the subject of our preveious lives came up...

"So...um Bo...What did you do to get sent here?" Alex shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He didn't want to offend anyone, but he wanted to see what the others had done to be sent here. His curiousity was getting the better of him.

Bo looked him straight in eye. "I was a thief..."

Alexcould tell by the tone of his voice that he probably wanted to leave it at that, so he backed off. "I see...well, I did a little bit of everything I guess...assault, robbery, drugs. Things like that. What about you, Kat?"

Kat shot a rather angry glance his way. "What about me, huh?"

"Geesh! I just asked you a question, Kat. I'm not interrogating you!"

Kat got up from her chair angrily. "What I've done is none of your damn buisness. Goodnight." She stormed away from the boys, leaving Alex with a look of shock on his face.

Suddenly, Bo stood up, stretching his long body. Then, he spoke.

"Alex...some people prefer to keep the past in the past. Good night."

Oh well...so much for team bonding!

That night, I realized two things: Kat is VERY sensitive about her past, and when Bo puts more than two words together, he usually has something very meaningful to say. Despite this tense situation, yours truly was able to get a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, I was in for a rather rude awakening.

Alex woke up to the sound of someone clanging something metal against his wall. In a semi-conscious state, he saw out of his window that it was still dark outside.

"What the hell are you doing? We're gonna train in the dark or something?" Alex rose out his slumber, mumbling a stream of profanities.

"No, maggot...We're gonna train until it gets dark. NOW GET YOUR CARCASS OUT HERE!"

She woke up the rest of the gang like this as well, until we were all outside, dressed in a white-T-shirt and black shorts. Rika was wearinga red top with black shorts. After barking out some insults to us, she put us through about three hours of physical training. Push-ups, Sit-ups, Pull-ups, some Karate basics, and about 5 miles of running, ALL before breakfast. It was horrible...

Kat's head was hovering over a trash barrel as she spewed out the contents of her stomach into it. Alex and Bo watched over her, pity filling their faces. They moved their glances elsewhere as their trainer came into the room.

"Don't give it all away, Catherine...you need to save some strength for this afternoon."

ToAlex andBo, it seemed more likeRika was taunting Kat than encouraging her.

"Yes...Miss Rika."

After ourbreakfast, we were sent to this classroom where we were taught several subjects:history, chemistry, physics, economics, foreign languages, even dance classes. I liked this part of our day. Even though the subject matter was sometimes boring and always difficult,it gave us a break from Rika's tyrranical grip.But, as you probably already know, allgood things must come to anend. At about three in the afternoon, we went back to Rika, where she put us through more hellatious training. This part of the day also included firearms training, weapon practice, and an obstacle course aptly named "The Tormentor". It was about a mile long, and included various booby traps, including barb wire, small-grade explosives, and arrow guns. This was usually saved for last as a test for our already worn bodies. Several years afterwards, I was told that a few recruits actually died in attemtps to complete the course. After a long day,Bo and Iwere seperated from Kat and sent to shower up.

Alex flopped himself groggily into his shower stall, turning on the hot water as fast as he could. His body was so sore, he could barely raise his hands to clean himself.

This is no better than prison! My body can't take any more days like this...I wonder how Bo and Katare feeling...

Bo was in his shower stall, washing himself vigorously.

No problem. I grew up in the Texas heat, my body knows how to deal with pain. I'll keep going until I'm free of this place...I have to.

Kat sat in her stall, too tired to move. She sat there, naked, crying hysterically.

I can't stay here...I can't do this! I wanna go home! I know what will be waiting when I get there, but I'll take THAT over this hell I'm going through now.

Those first few nights of our training, we hardly spoke to one another. We all had our ways of passing the time, I guess. Bo usually watched some tape-delayed sports games on T.V., most of them of his beloved Houston Rockets. Kat drew most of the time, and I must say that she is a great artist. She drew very high-quality sketches of Bo and I, and some of our friends. As for me, I read. Books, magazines, comics, mangas, anything. Well...anything except those trashy romance novels. They're pretty lame.

Two Weeks Later...

Kat, Bo, and Alex raced through the obstacle course, Rika shouting instructions or insults as they raced through its traps.

"Catherine...pick up the pace. Just because you're a woman doesn't meanI'll tolerate you being slow!" Rika spat out at the slowest of the three, her voice loud and full of venom.

Kat was feeling dizzy as she continued on the course. About halfway through, she stopped entirely.

"Kat...what the heck are you doing?" Alex cried in frustration. "Hurry up!"

Before anyone could warn them...an arrow sped towards Kat's body.

"Kat...NOOOOOOO!" Alex moved as quickly as the arrow hit his target.

He also saw that Rika was holding a bow in her hand...

Does Kat survive this terrible ordeal? Find out next time.

Sorry! Cliffhangers are a bad habit of mine.

BigLos...out