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Characters:
Ace Tyler - @Technoscrub - The MC Nerd
Nox Parker - @Wolfy
Alexis Sezna - @Phenix
Ortensia Meredith - @Boriiii
Quinton George - @PepperPancake
Lambert Omsyha - @Casmi
Alex Omysha - @Casmi
Alisha Alcaia - @Technoscrub - The MC Nerd
Characters:
Ace Tyler - @Technoscrub - The MC Nerd
Nox Parker - @Wolfy
Alexis Sezna - @Phenix
Ortensia Meredith - @Boriiii
Quinton George - @PepperPancake
Lambert Omsyha - @Casmi
Alex Omysha - @Casmi
Alisha Alcaia - @Technoscrub - The MC Nerd
Silence. Light. Darkness. The three things he sensed as he awoke. He was hovering… no no… He was in a liquid?
This black liquid did not affect his eyes at all like water did, and flashbacks swam through his mind. His family.. They, they ran at him. Kill! Kill! They had blue eyes.. All of them, no irises.
‘NO!’ he screamed into thin air, or, whatever this liquid was it seemed.
A sudden memory flashed into his mind. One thing. The Tylers.
He thought to himself, Who are the Tylers? My family? And then he realised. His name was Ace!
Ace’s jade eyes darted back and forth, his mischief soon coming back to him.
Suddenly, a circle in the roof opened into 8 triangles, leaving a circular hole, light filling in and burning Ace’s eyes.
Two people in suits, Ace had no idea what was happening, jumped down, grabbing Ace and swimming up, their masks hiding their true face.
Ace kicked and screamed like a toddler as he was taken from the black liquid, he managed to escape, but a scientist shot a blue dart into his neck and he fainted.
~
Nox sat on their part of the bunkbed, bored. They were in 12A, the first of the two 12 dormitories. Nox had grey hair, fading to purple, wrapped in a ponytail. Their eyes were very dark blue, they were athletically slim, about 5’11. They were tanned, but had scars over their hands, legs, and mouth, but these couldn’t be seen when they were wearing their simulation uniform, a black jumpsuit.
They had finished training early and was reaching for their book when two people came in, both wearing the same jumpsuits.
One had dark grey eyes, black wavy hair and pale skin. They were much shorter than Nox, about 5’1. The other had brown hair with dark purple tips, their hair spikey yet lower neck length. They had light blue eyes and were muscularly built. They were tanned and stood 6’7. They had two silver earrings on their nose, one on their tongue and 4 silver hoops on each year.
‘Hey Alex!’ said the pale girl.
‘Yes?’ Alex replied.
‘Any news on our new roommate that’s coming?’ the pale girl asked curiously.
‘None of us do Ortensia…’ Nox finally said, grumpily. Ortensia tutted and sat down on her bed under Alex’s. Nox pressed the center of their jumpsuits, as did the other, and in glowing green streaks, it went into a circle on their neck.
Nox was wearing a black hoodie, a grey top, black leggins, dark socks and dark cyan trainers.
Alex was wearing a white t-shirt with ‘Losers’ written on it, blood dripping from the word. They had a tattoo on their neck saying ‘Dont Mess With Me’. He wore red shoes and ripped black jeans.
Ortensia wore black boots, black leggings and a navy blue sweater.
Suddenly, part of the wall retreated back and descended down, a screen being revealed. It shimmered to life, a man in a suit with fair skin, blue eyes and a head of neat, combed brown hair.
The three stood in the center of the room and saluted.
‘Cadets, your roommate is coming today. He is suffering from memory loss so treat him well,’ the man in the suit said, ‘Also, your schedules have been changed, as you will be helping your Commander train him.’
‘Which one of you is the dormitory leader?’ the suited man asked.
Nox raised their hand swiftly.
‘You will be showing him around, Parker,’ the man said, and the screen flickered for a second and turned off, the wall coming back into place.
Alex’s eyes burned with excitement.
Another cadet to beat? Brilliant! He thought. Alex wanted to be one of the Generals someday, commanding all his friends, and he needed to beat more people to become dormitory leader first.
~
The people in 12B were chatting as they walked across the hall, apart from one. They had curly hair that was white as angels, and a yellow and green snowflake in their hair. They wore a mask that said ‘Mute’ and the same black jumpsuit as everyone else. Lambert Omysha
‘Have you heard about the new Cadet in 12A?’ questioned a girl with long blonde hair, fair skin, freckles, black rimmed glasses, the jumpsuit and had sparkling blue eyes. Alisha Alcaia.
‘He’s gonna get wrecked. By me, Alex, Nox, all of us,’ mockingly replied a boy with brown curly hair, mud coloured eyes, pale skin and standing at 6’4, wearing the jumpsuit as well. Quinton George.
‘Shut up Quill,’ snapped a girl in her French accent. She was short, standing only 5’0, with short black hair, tanned skin, and storm grey eyes, but wore contacts that turned them into a deep indigo. Alexis Sezna.
Lambert rolled their eyes at them through their mask as they walked into their dormitory and sat on their bed at the bottom of the bunk. Above them was Alexis, the other bunk bed had Alisha on the bottom and Quill above.
They all pressed the center of their jumpsuits, dissolving into the circle on their head. Lambert simply wore a black hoodie, black leggings and black shoes.
Alisha wore long white socks and a yellow skirt, a red t-shirt saying ‘Bright Upon Morning’ under a maroon hoodie.
Quill wore blue jeans, grey converse, and a grey shirt with long brown sleeves.
Alexis wore a navy blue sweatshirt, white jeans, a grey tee and brown shoes.
Lambert thought to himself, That new kid is screwed.
~
Ace strolled silently through the black, lit up corridors, looking down at the clipboard. His name was Ace Tyler, he was 15, his family were lost to the virus.
Ace sighed and his face twisted in sadness. His dormitory was apparently 12A.
Ace looked up and sprinted ahead, looking at all the different dormitories. 1… 2… 3… 4… no, where is 12?
Ace suddenly saw his attire. He had pale skin and wore a burgundy jacket, a black shirt, black jeans and grey converse. A strange tattoo was on his right wrist.
It was one vertical line and one horizontal line, small plus signs on the ends. In the middle was a circle, diagonal lines making a diamond shape around it. 4 Vs were put around each diagonal line.
Ace swiftly sprinted away, and finally found it. A sign: 12A.
This black liquid did not affect his eyes at all like water did, and flashbacks swam through his mind. His family.. They, they ran at him. Kill! Kill! They had blue eyes.. All of them, no irises.
‘NO!’ he screamed into thin air, or, whatever this liquid was it seemed.
A sudden memory flashed into his mind. One thing. The Tylers.
He thought to himself, Who are the Tylers? My family? And then he realised. His name was Ace!
Ace’s jade eyes darted back and forth, his mischief soon coming back to him.
Suddenly, a circle in the roof opened into 8 triangles, leaving a circular hole, light filling in and burning Ace’s eyes.
Two people in suits, Ace had no idea what was happening, jumped down, grabbing Ace and swimming up, their masks hiding their true face.
Ace kicked and screamed like a toddler as he was taken from the black liquid, he managed to escape, but a scientist shot a blue dart into his neck and he fainted.
~
Nox sat on their part of the bunkbed, bored. They were in 12A, the first of the two 12 dormitories. Nox had grey hair, fading to purple, wrapped in a ponytail. Their eyes were very dark blue, they were athletically slim, about 5’11. They were tanned, but had scars over their hands, legs, and mouth, but these couldn’t be seen when they were wearing their simulation uniform, a black jumpsuit.
They had finished training early and was reaching for their book when two people came in, both wearing the same jumpsuits.
One had dark grey eyes, black wavy hair and pale skin. They were much shorter than Nox, about 5’1. The other had brown hair with dark purple tips, their hair spikey yet lower neck length. They had light blue eyes and were muscularly built. They were tanned and stood 6’7. They had two silver earrings on their nose, one on their tongue and 4 silver hoops on each year.
‘Hey Alex!’ said the pale girl.
‘Yes?’ Alex replied.
‘Any news on our new roommate that’s coming?’ the pale girl asked curiously.
‘None of us do Ortensia…’ Nox finally said, grumpily. Ortensia tutted and sat down on her bed under Alex’s. Nox pressed the center of their jumpsuits, as did the other, and in glowing green streaks, it went into a circle on their neck.
Nox was wearing a black hoodie, a grey top, black leggins, dark socks and dark cyan trainers.
Alex was wearing a white t-shirt with ‘Losers’ written on it, blood dripping from the word. They had a tattoo on their neck saying ‘Dont Mess With Me’. He wore red shoes and ripped black jeans.
Ortensia wore black boots, black leggings and a navy blue sweater.
Suddenly, part of the wall retreated back and descended down, a screen being revealed. It shimmered to life, a man in a suit with fair skin, blue eyes and a head of neat, combed brown hair.
The three stood in the center of the room and saluted.
‘Cadets, your roommate is coming today. He is suffering from memory loss so treat him well,’ the man in the suit said, ‘Also, your schedules have been changed, as you will be helping your Commander train him.’
‘Which one of you is the dormitory leader?’ the suited man asked.
Nox raised their hand swiftly.
‘You will be showing him around, Parker,’ the man said, and the screen flickered for a second and turned off, the wall coming back into place.
Alex’s eyes burned with excitement.
Another cadet to beat? Brilliant! He thought. Alex wanted to be one of the Generals someday, commanding all his friends, and he needed to beat more people to become dormitory leader first.
~
The people in 12B were chatting as they walked across the hall, apart from one. They had curly hair that was white as angels, and a yellow and green snowflake in their hair. They wore a mask that said ‘Mute’ and the same black jumpsuit as everyone else. Lambert Omysha
‘Have you heard about the new Cadet in 12A?’ questioned a girl with long blonde hair, fair skin, freckles, black rimmed glasses, the jumpsuit and had sparkling blue eyes. Alisha Alcaia.
‘He’s gonna get wrecked. By me, Alex, Nox, all of us,’ mockingly replied a boy with brown curly hair, mud coloured eyes, pale skin and standing at 6’4, wearing the jumpsuit as well. Quinton George.
‘Shut up Quill,’ snapped a girl in her French accent. She was short, standing only 5’0, with short black hair, tanned skin, and storm grey eyes, but wore contacts that turned them into a deep indigo. Alexis Sezna.
Lambert rolled their eyes at them through their mask as they walked into their dormitory and sat on their bed at the bottom of the bunk. Above them was Alexis, the other bunk bed had Alisha on the bottom and Quill above.
They all pressed the center of their jumpsuits, dissolving into the circle on their head. Lambert simply wore a black hoodie, black leggings and black shoes.
Alisha wore long white socks and a yellow skirt, a red t-shirt saying ‘Bright Upon Morning’ under a maroon hoodie.
Quill wore blue jeans, grey converse, and a grey shirt with long brown sleeves.
Alexis wore a navy blue sweatshirt, white jeans, a grey tee and brown shoes.
Lambert thought to himself, That new kid is screwed.
~
Ace strolled silently through the black, lit up corridors, looking down at the clipboard. His name was Ace Tyler, he was 15, his family were lost to the virus.
Ace sighed and his face twisted in sadness. His dormitory was apparently 12A.
Ace looked up and sprinted ahead, looking at all the different dormitories. 1… 2… 3… 4… no, where is 12?
Ace suddenly saw his attire. He had pale skin and wore a burgundy jacket, a black shirt, black jeans and grey converse. A strange tattoo was on his right wrist.
It was one vertical line and one horizontal line, small plus signs on the ends. In the middle was a circle, diagonal lines making a diamond shape around it. 4 Vs were put around each diagonal line.
Ace swiftly sprinted away, and finally found it. A sign: 12A.
Ace looked at the sign carefully. It was definitely 12A.
‘Well, here goes…’ he said, but he looked down at his hand. It had 4 numbers on it: 1023.
He peered curiously at a blue pad on the wall, with 4 squares inside it, next to each other.
A sudden urge crawled through Ace, and he put his hand on the pad, the numbers fitting into the squares. The pad illuminated an emerald colour then back to cyan.
The door slid open, and Ace strolled inside. There were two silver bunkbeds with numbers written on them. On the bottom right one was written 3, and was empty. On the bottom left was written 1. The top right had 4 on it and the top left had 2 on it.
3 people stared at him. One had 4 silver hoop earrings and brown hair. One had grey and purple hair in a ponytail and tanned skin. The other had long black hair and pale skin.
‘Hello!’ exclaimed Ortensia happily.
Nox had a faint smile, simply raising their hand slowly in a greeting fashion.
Alex, however, jumped down from their bed, slightly taller than them, as Ace was about 6’4.
‘Hi,’ he said mockingly, pushing Ace.
Ace’s eyes widened, trying to talk, but he couldn’t will himself too. He got close, an inch away, but the black liquid thundered through his throat in a vomit-like style.
Ace dropped, looking up at Alex. His mouth twisted to a smile.
‘Well it seems I’ve met the town drunk,’ Ace cheerily said, and got up, strolling to his bed and lying down, ‘Is this mine?’
Alex’s mouth was wide open. How could one kid be so idiotic?
Fists drawn back, Alex swung, but Nox jumped down and caught his fist.
‘Enough, Alex,’ Nox sighed, throwing their fist back. Alex scowled viciously and jumped onto their bed.
‘Come with me… what’s your name?’ they asked.
‘Ace,’ he replied.
‘Come on. I’ll show you around,’ they stated and dragged them outside.
~
Nox and Ace strolled through the corridor, Nox pointing out all of the separate rooms.
‘And here is Central,’ Nox stated blankly, ‘You come here for awards, announcements, trials, everything.’
‘Right…’ Ace replied quietly.
‘If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your eye?’ Nox requested curiously.
‘Oh…’ Ace replied, realising he had never thought about his left eye, that he couldn’t see through, ‘I have no idea…’
Ace had a scar going from the top left of his head to his right cheek, his eye being turned grey and lifeless.
His good eye turned to Nox’s scars on their hands, but they quickly changed the subject.
‘So, how old are you?’ Nox asked quickly.
‘Oh… um… 15,’ Ace spat out slowly.
‘I’m 20…’ Nox replied. Ace’s eye looked bewildered, his other blank. Nox didn’t look 20, but Ace didn’t think they’d lie about their age.
‘Do you want both eyes to work?’ Nox asked.
‘Of course… why wouldn’t I?’ Ace snapped, angry for the first time.
‘Jeez…’ Nox said, their eyes turning to a glowing square on a band around their wrist, ‘Oh, we gotta go sleep… come on!’
They both sprinted ahead, Ace somehow keeping up with Nox. They got to their dorm on time, and jumped into their beds.
‘Do we sleep in our clothes?’ Ace asked quickly.
‘No, we have pyjamas, check the drawer next to your bed.’
Ace thrust his hand out and wrenched the draw open swiftly, revealing a white shirt and trousers. Ace grabbed the curtain and pulled, concealing himself as he changed into his pyjamas.
They fit him perfectly, but this came as no surprise to Ace currently. When he got them on, he put his clothes on the other side of the bed and got in.
The pillow and mattresses were marshmallows of pure white. The duvet was soft, but not as soft.
Ace felt something in his pocket. He wrenched it out and sat up quickly. It was a plastic bag with a note and two black spheres in them. He took them out and read the note.
‘Memory loss will give you nightmares, these are inhibitors. Put them in your ears,’ read out Ace, who took the spheres out and stuck them in his ears carefully.
Sleepily, Ace dropped to his pillow and got some rest.
‘Well, here goes…’ he said, but he looked down at his hand. It had 4 numbers on it: 1023.
He peered curiously at a blue pad on the wall, with 4 squares inside it, next to each other.
A sudden urge crawled through Ace, and he put his hand on the pad, the numbers fitting into the squares. The pad illuminated an emerald colour then back to cyan.
The door slid open, and Ace strolled inside. There were two silver bunkbeds with numbers written on them. On the bottom right one was written 3, and was empty. On the bottom left was written 1. The top right had 4 on it and the top left had 2 on it.
3 people stared at him. One had 4 silver hoop earrings and brown hair. One had grey and purple hair in a ponytail and tanned skin. The other had long black hair and pale skin.
‘Hello!’ exclaimed Ortensia happily.
Nox had a faint smile, simply raising their hand slowly in a greeting fashion.
Alex, however, jumped down from their bed, slightly taller than them, as Ace was about 6’4.
‘Hi,’ he said mockingly, pushing Ace.
Ace’s eyes widened, trying to talk, but he couldn’t will himself too. He got close, an inch away, but the black liquid thundered through his throat in a vomit-like style.
Ace dropped, looking up at Alex. His mouth twisted to a smile.
‘Well it seems I’ve met the town drunk,’ Ace cheerily said, and got up, strolling to his bed and lying down, ‘Is this mine?’
Alex’s mouth was wide open. How could one kid be so idiotic?
Fists drawn back, Alex swung, but Nox jumped down and caught his fist.
‘Enough, Alex,’ Nox sighed, throwing their fist back. Alex scowled viciously and jumped onto their bed.
‘Come with me… what’s your name?’ they asked.
‘Ace,’ he replied.
‘Come on. I’ll show you around,’ they stated and dragged them outside.
~
Nox and Ace strolled through the corridor, Nox pointing out all of the separate rooms.
‘And here is Central,’ Nox stated blankly, ‘You come here for awards, announcements, trials, everything.’
‘Right…’ Ace replied quietly.
‘If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your eye?’ Nox requested curiously.
‘Oh…’ Ace replied, realising he had never thought about his left eye, that he couldn’t see through, ‘I have no idea…’
Ace had a scar going from the top left of his head to his right cheek, his eye being turned grey and lifeless.
His good eye turned to Nox’s scars on their hands, but they quickly changed the subject.
‘So, how old are you?’ Nox asked quickly.
‘Oh… um… 15,’ Ace spat out slowly.
‘I’m 20…’ Nox replied. Ace’s eye looked bewildered, his other blank. Nox didn’t look 20, but Ace didn’t think they’d lie about their age.
‘Do you want both eyes to work?’ Nox asked.
‘Of course… why wouldn’t I?’ Ace snapped, angry for the first time.
‘Jeez…’ Nox said, their eyes turning to a glowing square on a band around their wrist, ‘Oh, we gotta go sleep… come on!’
They both sprinted ahead, Ace somehow keeping up with Nox. They got to their dorm on time, and jumped into their beds.
‘Do we sleep in our clothes?’ Ace asked quickly.
‘No, we have pyjamas, check the drawer next to your bed.’
Ace thrust his hand out and wrenched the draw open swiftly, revealing a white shirt and trousers. Ace grabbed the curtain and pulled, concealing himself as he changed into his pyjamas.
They fit him perfectly, but this came as no surprise to Ace currently. When he got them on, he put his clothes on the other side of the bed and got in.
The pillow and mattresses were marshmallows of pure white. The duvet was soft, but not as soft.
Ace felt something in his pocket. He wrenched it out and sat up quickly. It was a plastic bag with a note and two black spheres in them. He took them out and read the note.
‘Memory loss will give you nightmares, these are inhibitors. Put them in your ears,’ read out Ace, who took the spheres out and stuck them in his ears carefully.
Sleepily, Ace dropped to his pillow and got some rest.
Ace awakened with a jolt. He sat up, his head turning and peering at Ortensia who was shaking him.
‘Come on! Get dressed! It’s breakfast!’ she said, before rushing back.
Ace pulled his curtain and got dressed, rushing into the 2nd bathroom. He had no idea what he looked like anyway.
His eyes met the mirror. They were green. As green as mint, and his hair was storm grey. There was a black circle on his left eye, for some reason. Ace brushed his hand over it and felt it.
‘Nox, did you put an eyepatch on me in your sleep?’ he yelled.
In the main room, Nox smirked faintly and placed their hand on the scanner, disappearing out the door, Ortensia and Alex following.
Ace caught a small glance of them, and saw a black thing on his bed. He smirked and went over there.
~
Alisha played with her food. Today was Tuesday, which meant there was porridge and milk for breakfast.
‘How does this count as nutrition?’ she questioned, staring disgusted at her gooey food.
‘How do you count as a person?’ Quill snapped mockingly. Lambert scribbled something on their sheet: It’s her species. Have you ever met porridge with a nutrition species?
Quill groaned and went back to his food. Alexis smiled, but when Quill caught her glance her eyes flicked around and she stared down.
‘How about we go sit next to 12A?’ Alisha suggested.
‘Where are they anyway?’ asked Quill. An argument came from four people walking to the table.
‘I’m telling you, Rhode Island isn’t an island!’ snapped Ace.
‘Why the hell would it be called an Island if it wasn’t one?’ asked Alex, his voice angry. They all sat down. Nox and Ace next to Quill and Alexis, Alex and Ortensia next to Lambert and Alisha.
Quill looked up. ‘Well it’s not like you’re a person, Lambert!’ he yelled, which got him a backhand slap from Lambert and Alexis.
‘And I thought we had huge arguments…’ quipped Nox, not raising their eyes.
‘I’m gonna find a map of the US and I’m gonna bury it in your face, Alex, so you can look if Rhode Island, is a freaking island!’ Ace screamed, who was so hungry he had finished all his food.
A bell rang and everyone got up, leaving their trays on the table and walking off.
‘Where are we going?’ he whispered to Ortensia.
‘We’re going to train you!’ she exclaimed.
~
The first lesson for 12A & 12B was Weapons Training. It was a huge octagonal room, with tables and shelves of different weapons, all in 4 marked sections: Ranged, Melee, Explosives and Transport. One wall had a sign saying Ranged in bold, snow white letters. Underneath it there was about 7 of every gun, bow and crossbow.
Another wall had swords, knives, axes, scythes, staffs, spears, hammers and many different melee weapons. Some were very bizarre: one had two sharp circles on each end of a short wood handle. Above was written ‘Melee’.
The next wall was scattered with various objects, circular, oval, square, rectangles, triangles, everything. Some were bronze and dull, others were black and pulsing with bright red, blue, green and yellow light. Explosives.
The final wall had the least on it. It had many different poles, sticks and spheres, ropes and hooks. Transport.
One on side of the room was 12B, who were standing around a metal ring with a barrier, apart from Quill and Lambert, who stood in the middle, fighting with different weapons.
Quill held a long sword with a brown leather handle, covered in swirls and lines, and a long, sleek silver blade. On the bottom stuck out another steel blade. Lambert held a midnight black staff with white rings around the surface, with two short blades from each end.
Lambert thrust his staff at Quill, who blocked with his sword and jumped up, kicking out. The body of Lambert was a blur, as he ducked and twisted around Quill’s leg, who swung his sword backwards to hit him with the handle.
Lambert was clearly more agile, but Quill had the upper hand, being much taller and being slightly stronger. Quill rotated 180 degrees on his heel and knocked Lambert to the ground.
Lambert grunted dully.
‘I think he wants to stop,’ Alisha stated to Quill. Lambert got up and walked out of the ring quickly, sitting down on a nearby chair.
Across the room was 12A, in the range. There was a firing range, a simulation room for melee, a range for the explosives, a green light glowing around the target to hold any explosions in, and a course for transport.
‘What do you wanna try first?’ asked Ortensia, who scanned the walls for items.
Ace swivelled and answered: ‘Ranged.’ Ortensia took an M9 off the wall and and handed it to him. Ace stationed himself conscientiously at the end of the range and squeezed the trigger.
A bullet tore through the air, a loud noise piercing the air, but they all wore black headphones. The steel bullet hit 8 points on the target they had set up. White ring was 1 point, black was 2, purple was 3, pink was 4, dark blue was 5, light blue was 6, brown was 7, yellow was 8, orange was 9 and red was 10.
‘Nice shot,’ said Nox flatly, scribbling it down on their keyboard as Ortensia took off a FABARM FP6 and handed it to him. He loaded the ammo in and fired 4 shots: a 6, an 8, 2 5s and a 10.
Alex grumpily turned away and mumbled: ‘Good job.’
‘Sorry, what was that?’ Nox, Ortensia and Ace questioned. Alex strolled off, grabbed an IWI ACE and started firing at the targets. Nox pulled two guns off the wall: an AKM and an FR F2.
‘Try these: the last two main gun types you need to know. You’ve got handguns and shotguns, now for these,’ Nox told Ace as he took the AKM. He pulled down on the trigger for 2 seconds and took it off.
12B walked over.
‘Already on snipers?’ asked Alisha, sitting down next to them. Suddenly a fierce siren pierced through the building.
‘Oh god…’ Nox said, walking over to each wall and getting equipment, as did the others.
Ace stood there, bewildered, saying ‘What are you doing?’
Quill turned to him while taking a pack of grenades of the wall.
‘There’s a fight going on. Come on, let’s go.’
‘Come on! Get dressed! It’s breakfast!’ she said, before rushing back.
Ace pulled his curtain and got dressed, rushing into the 2nd bathroom. He had no idea what he looked like anyway.
His eyes met the mirror. They were green. As green as mint, and his hair was storm grey. There was a black circle on his left eye, for some reason. Ace brushed his hand over it and felt it.
‘Nox, did you put an eyepatch on me in your sleep?’ he yelled.
In the main room, Nox smirked faintly and placed their hand on the scanner, disappearing out the door, Ortensia and Alex following.
Ace caught a small glance of them, and saw a black thing on his bed. He smirked and went over there.
~
Alisha played with her food. Today was Tuesday, which meant there was porridge and milk for breakfast.
‘How does this count as nutrition?’ she questioned, staring disgusted at her gooey food.
‘How do you count as a person?’ Quill snapped mockingly. Lambert scribbled something on their sheet: It’s her species. Have you ever met porridge with a nutrition species?
Quill groaned and went back to his food. Alexis smiled, but when Quill caught her glance her eyes flicked around and she stared down.
‘How about we go sit next to 12A?’ Alisha suggested.
‘Where are they anyway?’ asked Quill. An argument came from four people walking to the table.
‘I’m telling you, Rhode Island isn’t an island!’ snapped Ace.
‘Why the hell would it be called an Island if it wasn’t one?’ asked Alex, his voice angry. They all sat down. Nox and Ace next to Quill and Alexis, Alex and Ortensia next to Lambert and Alisha.
Quill looked up. ‘Well it’s not like you’re a person, Lambert!’ he yelled, which got him a backhand slap from Lambert and Alexis.
‘And I thought we had huge arguments…’ quipped Nox, not raising their eyes.
‘I’m gonna find a map of the US and I’m gonna bury it in your face, Alex, so you can look if Rhode Island, is a freaking island!’ Ace screamed, who was so hungry he had finished all his food.
A bell rang and everyone got up, leaving their trays on the table and walking off.
‘Where are we going?’ he whispered to Ortensia.
‘We’re going to train you!’ she exclaimed.
~
The first lesson for 12A & 12B was Weapons Training. It was a huge octagonal room, with tables and shelves of different weapons, all in 4 marked sections: Ranged, Melee, Explosives and Transport. One wall had a sign saying Ranged in bold, snow white letters. Underneath it there was about 7 of every gun, bow and crossbow.
Another wall had swords, knives, axes, scythes, staffs, spears, hammers and many different melee weapons. Some were very bizarre: one had two sharp circles on each end of a short wood handle. Above was written ‘Melee’.
The next wall was scattered with various objects, circular, oval, square, rectangles, triangles, everything. Some were bronze and dull, others were black and pulsing with bright red, blue, green and yellow light. Explosives.
The final wall had the least on it. It had many different poles, sticks and spheres, ropes and hooks. Transport.
One on side of the room was 12B, who were standing around a metal ring with a barrier, apart from Quill and Lambert, who stood in the middle, fighting with different weapons.
Quill held a long sword with a brown leather handle, covered in swirls and lines, and a long, sleek silver blade. On the bottom stuck out another steel blade. Lambert held a midnight black staff with white rings around the surface, with two short blades from each end.
Lambert thrust his staff at Quill, who blocked with his sword and jumped up, kicking out. The body of Lambert was a blur, as he ducked and twisted around Quill’s leg, who swung his sword backwards to hit him with the handle.
Lambert was clearly more agile, but Quill had the upper hand, being much taller and being slightly stronger. Quill rotated 180 degrees on his heel and knocked Lambert to the ground.
Lambert grunted dully.
‘I think he wants to stop,’ Alisha stated to Quill. Lambert got up and walked out of the ring quickly, sitting down on a nearby chair.
Across the room was 12A, in the range. There was a firing range, a simulation room for melee, a range for the explosives, a green light glowing around the target to hold any explosions in, and a course for transport.
‘What do you wanna try first?’ asked Ortensia, who scanned the walls for items.
Ace swivelled and answered: ‘Ranged.’ Ortensia took an M9 off the wall and and handed it to him. Ace stationed himself conscientiously at the end of the range and squeezed the trigger.
A bullet tore through the air, a loud noise piercing the air, but they all wore black headphones. The steel bullet hit 8 points on the target they had set up. White ring was 1 point, black was 2, purple was 3, pink was 4, dark blue was 5, light blue was 6, brown was 7, yellow was 8, orange was 9 and red was 10.
‘Nice shot,’ said Nox flatly, scribbling it down on their keyboard as Ortensia took off a FABARM FP6 and handed it to him. He loaded the ammo in and fired 4 shots: a 6, an 8, 2 5s and a 10.
Alex grumpily turned away and mumbled: ‘Good job.’
‘Sorry, what was that?’ Nox, Ortensia and Ace questioned. Alex strolled off, grabbed an IWI ACE and started firing at the targets. Nox pulled two guns off the wall: an AKM and an FR F2.
‘Try these: the last two main gun types you need to know. You’ve got handguns and shotguns, now for these,’ Nox told Ace as he took the AKM. He pulled down on the trigger for 2 seconds and took it off.
12B walked over.
‘Already on snipers?’ asked Alisha, sitting down next to them. Suddenly a fierce siren pierced through the building.
‘Oh god…’ Nox said, walking over to each wall and getting equipment, as did the others.
Ace stood there, bewildered, saying ‘What are you doing?’
Quill turned to him while taking a pack of grenades of the wall.
‘There’s a fight going on. Come on, let’s go.’
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