A/N: Here is the 3rd chapter! Hope you guys like it :D

Beauty of a Box

The blond made sure to take note of the corridors and the details that surrounded the building. It was as if this building was built for the perfect image of a European country villa or some high-class, fancy all-boys boarding school. He was in awe. Marble lined the hallway floors and delicate looking wallpaper covered the walls, he was pretty sure that they were hand-painted. He had peeked into one of the rooms and noted that they were paneled with wood. Leather couches and mahogany tables were arranged neatly. He openly gaped at the valuable paintings hanging on the walls. This place looked like the last place that would have been made into a killing training center.

Perfect illusion, he thought as he caught up with the twins as they started descending down the marble steps of the staircase.

Ail tugged on his brother's sleeve lightly and Guile gave a subtle nod in reply before turning to push the double doors in front of them.

Tarot followed, staring at the vast room, realizing that it was some sort of cafeteria.

The twins walked around a couple of tables before pushing past another pair of wooden doors.

Even the kitchen looked terribly expensive. It was a perfect mix of modern and classic with dark marble counters and wooden cabinets. Gleaming kitchen appliances stood on few of the counters and the ten foot tall fridge looked more like the closet doors to the Narnia of food.

"Think fast!"

Ail immediately caught the flying water bottle, clearly expecting this.

The man who threw the bottled water gave him a toothy grin. Unlike Elixir, it was extremely noticeable that he was Hispanic, whereas Elixir looked slightly more Caucasian. His dark locks were spiked upwards. Sharp knives were lined along his belt.

Alexander Garcia
Codename: Gabe
Ranking: Sophomore
Specialty: Knife-play, Sword-wielding

"Is that the damage K9's whippet did?" Guile asked, eying the bandage wrapped around Gabe's arm.

The Hispanic nodded; the smile still on his face. "Elixir said it wouldn't have been as dangerous if K9 didn't file the whippet's teeth down to a pointy T." He chuckled, taking of the bandage to show what seemed to be a number of holes punched into his flesh, a chunk of it also seemed to be missing.

Once again, Tarot felt the unnecessary need to hurl at the sight of blood dripping from the wounds.

"Rookie?" Gabe asked, acknowledging the blond standing near the door. Despite the injury on his arm, he managed to wave enthusiastically at the new kid.

Tarot waved awkwardly, his eyes still locked onto the gaping wound on the Hispanic's arm.

Taking a sip of his water, Ail noticed how sick the blond looked and realized that it was probably caused by the gory sight of Gabe's wound. "I think your wound might be a bit of a shock to him. You should put the bandage on." He suggested before taking another sip of his water.

The brunet's eyebrows rose before he let out a laugh and wrapped the bandage back around his arm. "Right, sorry, I keep forgetting that people aren't used to this. I guess, it's a common thing when you start living here."

"It's like you're trying to scare him off," Guile chuckled, clearly amused.

The Hispanic gave a non-committal shrug in response before turning back to his meal to resume eating.

The slick twin turned to look at his brother who was still sipping his water then looked at his watch. "Is it ok if you drink while we walk to the main room? Sable is going to blow his top if we're late." He said, passing his twin the cover of the bottle before tugging at his sleeve and pulling him out of the room, past the blond.

"Sable is not the one we should worry about." Ail said, holding the bottle to his chest.

The other twin scrunched up his nose, rubbing a hand on his opposite shoulder. "True, I don't need another shot from Falcon."

"That shot was meant for me." Ail spoke in a stern voice. "You shouldn't have tried to block it."

Guile scoffed, "You just had your surgery. The doctor told you to rest."

"You were part of the surgery as much as me! It was your liver they had to take a piece of!" Ail scolded, punching his twin lightly.

"Yeah, but I wasn't ill." Guile pointed out with a smirk, knowing that his twin couldn't win against him in this common topic of conversation.

Ail replied with a small huff of exasperation. "Whatever, I need to use the bathroom." The brunet walked away, leaving his twin behind.

"He's so moody." Guile commented before rushing over to catch up with his twin.

Before, the blond could say anything, both boys were gone. "Wait! Where am I supposed to go?" He exclaimed, looking around at the empty corridors.

The resounding sound of gunfire had Tarot's heart halfway up his throat.

"Where the fuck is this kid?" Falcon shouted angrily, bursting through a pair of double doors nearby. The gun in his hand still smoking from ignition.

"Falcon, calm down… He must've gotten lost or something. After all, it's Guile who's guiding him," someone else chuckled. Tarot recognized the voice belonged to the boxer, Riot.

"Do you know what happens when you're late on the field? You die," Falcon spoke in a dangerous tone, directing his gun towards Riot, the point against the boxer's chest.

Riot's frame shook as he let out a laugh. "You know you can't scare me. My fist would smash your jaw before you pull the trigger."

Falcon gave Riot a deathly glare, "Only because I'm using an age-old revolver."

"Lucky me then," Riot replied with a wide smile.

The shorter brunet rolled his eyes before they scanned around the hallways; his eyes narrowing at the bespectacled blond standing in the middle of the hallway.

Tarot wasn't going to lie, every single time Falcon looked at him, he feared for his life, especially if the brunet had a gun in his hand. It has mostly to do with their first encounter.

"Please don't hurt him. Sable said we're already behind schedule." The buff blond advised before walking back into the room.

Falcon trudged his way over to the blond, pinching the newly-stitched wound, making the blond cry out as pain shot through his arm, and preceded to drag the Tarot by that pinch into the room.

The blond prayed that Falcon was the only one out of this whole crew who was this vicious.

FC: Gabe (Jaymz Tuaileva)