MITCH'S POV
After a long, hot, shower, I dried off and threw on a black shirt and blue jeans, my signature look at this point. Leaving the cabin once again, I headed to Hurley's house and directed myself to Stan's office.

"You wanted to see me,Sir?" I asked as I walked in,knocking on the door. The older man was leaning against his desk,look at some papers that scattered across the table. "Yeah,shut the door."

I turned to shut the doors and looked back at him. "We're shipping out." I gave him a confused look,not completely understanding what he meant. "Set those down." He told me,referring to the file Samantha gave me which had my report on how I was doing so far. Placing the file on the table in front of me, he motioned for me to sit down. Sitting down in the chair, Hurley walked up to the opposite end of the table.

"You like movies?" "Sure." Stan opened up a laptop and turned it so the screen faced me. As the video started, it revealed a woman standing in an ocean wearing a swimsuit. It was woman that instantly recognized.

The video was of my girlfriend,we were at the beach and I was recording, it was the video that showed me proposing to her.

As soon as I realized who the woman and comprehend what was happening, I jumped up from my seat."What fuck is this?" I questioned as I walked to the door. "Yeah thought so." Stan stated,making me snap my head towards him. "Thought so?" "Yeah, want me to turn it up?"

He turned the volume up, making Katrina's voice even more painful to hear. "Alright you made your point,turn that shit off."

Stan stared at me,and proceeded to do nothing. "You gonna turn it off?!" I said louder, my blood boiling. "Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"

I heard my voice call from the video,yelling "Katrina!" I looked down at the video,seeing a recording of me crawling on the sand towards Katrina's lifeless body. "Well I don't" Hurley finished his sentence, I looked back up at him. His face was stone cold, did he seriously not care?

Now that I filled with anger, I charged at Stan, going over the table, but with my luck he took the laptop cord and wrapped it around my neck. Pulling me off the table and causing me to hit the ground.

He kept the cord around my neck tight, making me gasp for air. I tried to grab the cord to pull it off me but I couldn't get any grip.

"Never, ever,Let it get personal." Stan harshly whispered in my ear. He tightened his grip even more, I couldn't even get a response out. "Understand?" I nodded as best as I could, trying to make him let go as fast as possible so I could breathe. He yanked the cord out of his grip, loosening from around my neck.

I held my throat as I quickly gasped for air. I coughed up a storm as someone ran into the room. "What the hell are you doing?!" The sound of a female voice ranged out.

"Oh come on Sam! Don't act all brand new, you know everyone has to go through with it." "Yeah well I didn't think you would almost choke him to death."

The sound of footsteps got closer to me. I looked up to see Samantha with a worried expression on her face. When she lifted me up and helped me gain my balance. Looking around, it was just us in the room, Stan was long gone. "You Okay Rapp?" "Yeah, yeah i'm fine."

"Look I'm sorry,all he told me was that he was going to talk to you, I didn't kn-" "look Sam, I don't know why you're so worried about me, but I said it's fine, really." "Im worried because you're my recruit Mitch, I'm supposed to look after you."  "Yeah,well i said I was fine, so don't worry about it."

She shook her head me. "Stop acting like you're unstoppable for once, you can get yourself killed. We leave at six, be ready to go by five." With that, Samantha walked out the room. I watched her until I couldn't see her presence anymore.

Shaking my head at myself now, I walked out of the Hurley's house and went straight back to the dorms.

Seriously, what the fuck was that back there? Besides what did Stan mean when he said "Everyone goes through it?" Does Hurley show everyone a video of what made them go overboard? Or does he just fuck with everyone?

Jesus christ it's been a long day, of course it was me who almost passed out, twice not to mention, in one day.

There's surely a bruise around my neck from how tightly Stan had the cord wrapped around me.

Walking into the dorm, all the recruits turned their attention to me. I completely ignored their stares, and quickly walked to the back, where the showers and sinks were. Looking in the mirror, there was most definitely a noticeable bruise across my neck. Hopefully it won't get any darker.

I threw off my shirt in frustration and walked out of the bathroom. Throwing the shirt into my bag, I noticed how late it had gotten. The other guys I shared the cabin with were already in their beds.

I decided I should get some rest if I was needed at five in the morning.

Slipping off my jeans, I threw them in the bag, not even bothering to fold them. I instantly pulled the sheets over my body and closed my eyes to attempt to fall asleep early.