Fallout 16- New chapter

Sooooooo, i got writers block again. This chapter is probably really weird and strange. Come to think of it, a lot of what i write doesn't make sense. Hmmmmm, i should probably work on that. 
Anyway, here is a new chapter of Fallout 16.
Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Training Day

Day One: Training

“ So remember, when infiltrating an enemies’ base to download any information from the computer. And why is that?”

Raising my hand, I quickly duck my head back to the page of notes, finding the right one so I could I the correct answer.

“Whitney,” Derek is sitting on the edge of the desk up the front.

“ So that if you need to go back you have plans and information that might be helpful, and you never know what might be on a computer. Better to download it all than to leave it untouched,” I kept my voice firm and didn’t let it waver or crack.

“ Very good. That’s it for today. You can go. Whitney, Tristan, Payton, Tom and Tyler, stay behind.”  As everyone else left the room we packed up our book and headed down to the front of the room to speak with Derek.

“What’s up Derek?” Tom asked as he leant up against a wall by the door. Beside him was Payton and Tyler. Tristan and myself by the desk, looking at Derek who was still sitting at the edge of the desk.

“ You are all being assigned to a mission. You will get the rest of the information tomorrow when you go into the meeting with the head agent in this department of Fallout 16. I hope you know just how great you are to all be going on this mission so early,”

“ Yeah, that's pretty cool. I mean, Whitney’s only been here a day and she’s already going,” Tristan must have something against me. I swear if he tells them I will kill him myself before he even makes it out of the room, I thought to myself as I turned to glare at him.

“ You’ve been here barely a week. What’s your excuse?” Tom speaks up moving to come at Tristan.

“ Calm down,” my voice is firm and louder than what I was wanting but it got everyone to shut up.  “ They knew from the start that I was going to be brought into this assignment. Otherwise why would they bring me back into the game?”

Payton gives me a look. AS if she is trying to work out what’s going through my head. Tom grunts and Tristan just glares at the wall over the other side of the room.  Tyler though hasn’t said a word since being asked to stay back. It was quite weird.

“ What do you mean?” Tyler asks, quietly but loud enough for us all to hear.

“ I mean, why would they bring in a girl who has finally gotten her head in the right place, back into this type of world?”

“ Maybe it’s because you deserve to be here,” Payton suggests walking over to stand beside me and wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“ Or it could be  because your history makes you the most reasonable agent to have,” Tristan turns, a smirk present on his face.

“ Don’t,” One word and suddenly the air was so thick with tension that I could’ve ripped through it with a knife.

“ What? What history?” Tyler and Payton look as if there’s some big mystery going on.

“ It doesn’t matter,” I turn and walk out the room, slamming the door shut behind me. Taking a deep breath before I start towards my room, knowing full well that there would be people in the halls.  Slowly I start walking, only to have my wrist caught by someone’s large hand.

“ Don’t think that they deserve to know? What you’ve gone through, it’s not that different to what a lot of the agents here have,” Turning around I see Derek’s sorry face.

“ You never know someone’s past. So don’t bother pretending to know mine as if you were there with me,” I snap back at him.

“Maybe you should tell them your past then,”

“ Derek, I can’t. You know why. You may be my handler but I don’t feel right telling people about it. Not a loud, and I don’t even feel right talking to you about this,”

“You have to tell someone,” His reply is short but I could hear how heartfelt it was. It didn’t make it easier for me to tell people about my past though.

“No, I really don’t” I turn beginning to walk away again.

“ Why do you think you still get the nightmares?” Stopping I turn to face him, seeing all the determination in his eyes to make me speak.

“Because I have been living a damned life. Growing up to kill and slaughter those who opposed me or my mission,” I let my face turn dark and set my voice to a monotone.

“ If that was true, why are you here?” Derek left, not even sparing a glance back to look at my shocked face. No one in my whole life had asked me why I was where I am. People have always told me.

I’m here because I chose to be. To try and fix everything I did when I was with Hostage Rage. Internally I answered his question. An answer that was coming solely from me, no one else contributing to it.

Maybe it is time to open up, maybe I should tell them who I was. Taking a deep breath I re enter the lecture room, seeing everyone still there. With the exception of Derek.

“Whitney, what’s going on?” Payton came up to me and grabbed my hand looking into my eyes, searching for something.

“ I am going to tell you who I was. My past,”

“ Okay, we’re here for you,” Tyler came and grabbed my other hand, pulling me over to sit down by the front of the room on one of the long desks.

“ Watch out,“ Tristan spoke still in his spot up against the front desk.

“ Watch it Tristan, or I’ll tell them what you did,” His eyes go wide and he quickly looked down. “ When I was born, my parents were a part of Hostage Rage. I was born into that part of this life. I grew up training with them, being taught things, like how to kill someone with a toothpick. When I was nine, I began my first mission. Its been seven years since that day. I was told to kill a boy the same age as me, One of the presidents son’s from another country,”

“ You did that when you were nine?” Payton was covering her mouth with her hand and holding tightly to Tom’s hand, as though if she held it tight enough none of what I say would be true.

“Yeah, and it got worse the older I got. By the time I was twelve I had killed over fifteen people. I hated it, so I started to refuse to do the killings. So I was… punished,”

“ What do you mean punished?” Tyler’s voice was hesitant, he seemed scared that by asking I would break or something bad would happen.

I lifted the back of my shirt to show them the scars on my back. Stab marks, whipping scars and all sorts of others.

“ Oh!” Payton squeaked and curled herself into Toms shoulder looking away from them. I pulled the shirt back down.

“ Their not the only ones. And it wasn’t just physical punishment. They took my parents and put them in cells, to be punished infront of me. Because I refused to kill someone,” I looked down and pushed myself off the table. “ But it didn’t matter, I never really knew them anyway. But, they took a dear friend of mine, and well,” I cut off thinking about what I could say next. The best way to phrase it next. Why not let Tristan explain, the little voice in the back of my head was speaking to me once again.

“How about Tristan tells this part of the story,” I turn and glare at him. He knew full well that I wanted him to explain it, but he turned and walked out the room. Not looking back to glare at me or anything.

“ He was there?” Tom released Payton and moved forward to go after him, but I put a hand out to hold him off.

“ Yeah, we both worked for Hostage Rage. He was there the night they took my friend. He was one of the people who dragged her away to her death. He didn’t know she was going to be killed though, but I still blame him,”

“ But if he didn’t know,” Payton took a small step forward, hands out as if she was surrendering.

“ I begged him not to take her. But he wouldn’t listen. He also tried to stop me when I was escaping,” I hit the wall with my fist, “ He was brought up there just like me. But he was never assigned to kill people so he didn’t understand why I was trying to leave. But he still tried,”

“ I’m sure he didn’t think about it at the time. People follow orders, and from what your saying, working at a place like that. You have to follow the orders,” Payton continued.

“It doesn’t matter now. My friends dead, he’s still breathing, and I’m forced to live with the guilt,”

“ Is that everything?” Tom asked grabbing my water and passing it to me.

“ Yeah, that’s everything,”

“I smell bull in the air,” Tyler said turning to face me.

“Must be your own, cause I don’t smell a thing,” I retorted and shook my head trying hard not to laugh, but failing miserably.

“ There has to be more to that story, how you got out of there,” He finished.

“ If there is, you’ll find out one day. But not today, I’ve had enough story telling for one lifetime,”

“ Well, I’m glad you told us. We’re here if you ever need a friend to talk to.”

I smiled and left the room, walking to go and find Tristan. I wanted him to regret walking out when he did.

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I had been looking around the base for about a half an hour now, and I was sad to say that I was very lost. I had walked down a hall, one I didn’t know and from there had gotten turned around and was now feeling completely out of place.

I had seen a couple of signs and started to follow them back in the right direction, but I still felt very lost.

Walking down a hall that was made of glass, I could see the great land outside. A lake and forest just beyond my reach for the moment. But I would be outside later, to go swimming and climbing those trees. It’s only then I noticed the person sitting by the lake.  I turned to go out the down that was right behind me so I could go and see if they were okay, only realising that it was Tristan who was sitting there.

“ Tristan! Get your butt over here now so I may kick it thoroughly,” Marching over I see that Tristan didn’t hear me and was actually listening to music.

How rude, not even listening to me when I am yelling insults and threats at him!  Outraged I ripped the ear buds out of his ears and slapped him on the upside of his head.

“ What the hell was that for!” He whipped around barely managing to wipe the tears from his eyes, but they were still puffy and red.

“Why didn’t you stay and face it?! You…” I cut off when he looked away from me, finally understanding why he must have been crying. “ You can’t talk about it can you?” I sat next to him and pulled his face so I could see the look in his eyes. Tristan was fighting back the tears again. He looked like a scared little boy about to be killed. And trust me, I have seen about eight of those faces in the past.

“ No,” his voice was soft, barely even there. I began to regret even hitting him. What is happening here? The question was ringing through my head,

“Why are you crying? She was my best friend, a sister to me. You dragged her away to be shot through the head,”

“ I didn’t know what they were going to do! And worse, they made me watch it! Don’t you think I was friends with her too? She was my cousin for goodness sake!”  He was yelling now, leaning over me, making me feel small. His cousin?

“ No, she never even mentioned you. That can’t be true!” shaking my head I stood and moved over to a tree and began to hit my head against it, hoping to pound reality back into place.

“ Why do you think that is? You never mentioned your parents. We couldn’t talk about family in that place, even if they were there with you,” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me away from the tree.

“ You hate me for what happened to her, but I hate you. Because you refused to kill someone you got her killed instead. And now we both have to suffer for it,” He shoved me forward, out into the lake. The rush of the cold water around me brought me back to a sad little world. The one night where I lost everything and have been living with it since.

I let myself stay below the water, not feeling the air in my lungs. I liked it down here, so peaceful and quiet. Time felt as though it was st and nothing was happening. I could stay here forever if I just stayed still.  But I was pulled up sharply.

“ Tristan go inside and grab a towel for Whitney,” Tyler’s voice was firm. I looked up to see him and Derek. Derek carrying me up to the shore of the lake.  “ Why the hell didn’t you come up from the water?!”

“ Because, I didn’t need to,” I answered, my throat was dry and voice was cracking. The air in my lungs was stinging now.

“ You were down there for almost five minutes!” Derek put me down and stood over me, glaring in a way that should have made me scared.

“ I could have gotten myself out when I needed to. I have been trained to do as such, I didn’t need to be rescued,”

“ Really?! Because when I saw you just staying still at the bottom of the lake, it looked like you were dead!” Derek screamed at me, but I still held my ground and sat as though nothing was wrong.

“ I was fine,”

“ No you weren’t! Why won’t you admit you needed help?” Tyler asked, coming and sitting beside me as he spoke.

“ Because I didn’t need you there. And anyway, how did you know I was in the lake?” I asked looking between the two who were with me.

“ I called out for them, when you weren’t coming up I panicked and called for help,” Feeling a towel dumped on my head, I began to dry off.

“ Like you’d care anyway. You blame me for Emily’s death. You want me dead,”

My voice became a sharp hiss as I turned to look at Tristan. E looked scared and shocked. If anything else, slightly hurt by my words.

“ I don’t want you dead,” he whispered, barely even there but I still heard.

“ What?” I asked shocked at what he had just said.

“ I said I don’t actually want you dead, neither would she,” Tristan turned and walked away again while I sat in shock trying to let what he said sink in. Turning to face Tyler, his face was as shocked as mine.

“ You should show Whitney back to her room Tyler. It will be dinner time soon, and she needs to have a warm bath or something,” Derek drew our attention back to him.

“ Sure,” And with that both of us were up off the floor and walking back inside.

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I was walking slightly behind Tyler, trying to remember exactly where to go but so far, I was having no luck.

“ Who was the girl Tristan was talking about? The one who wouldn’t want you dead?” His head was down, hiding the look on his face. But I was guessing it was filled with sorrow.

“ His cousin… Emily. The girl I got killed,”

“She was his cousin?”  Shock was filling his voice.

“ I didn’t know either, “

“ Then how?” Tyler grabbed my hand and pulled me back to look at him.

“ He just told me.  Emily never even told me,”

“ So he dragged his own cousin to her death?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, trying not to let my voice crack.  I avoided looking into his eyes. If I gave in I knew I would fall apart and start crying, and that is something I never do infront of people.

“ Neither of you could have done anything. From everything you have told me today, everything you have said about Hostage Rage, they would have killed all three of you on the spot,” I don’t want to hear this, I want to go to my room and cry, I shook my head and tried to keep the tears from coming.

“ Please stop,” My voice is low and quiet. Barely there.

“Okay,” Tyler wrapped his arms around me and hugged me. Letting go I cried in his arms. “its okay, its okay,” he repeated it, and for some strange reason I was finally believing that it may actually be true.

“ I need to go back to my room,” I whisper pulling away and drying my eyes. The hallway was abandoned but that didn’t mean people couldn’t come and see me crying.

Tyler nodded and held my hand walking a few more meters until we turned a corner. Recognising the hall, I let go of his hand and speed walked until I saw the door with my initials on it. Opening the door, I took one last glance at Tyler and saw him nod his head, I nodded back and went in to cry.

I cried until I fell asleep in the middle of the room.

 Yeah, i warned you it wouldn't make much sense. But yeah, see you all soon with a chapter of Hero's Core! 

Bye!

A Sad Goodbye

So, yesterday i had to say a goodbye to a friend of mine who is moving away. Saying goodbye is always hard for me so i wrote a story for her to tell her how much i would miss her, and how important she is to our group of friends. It's basically just a sad little story about goodbyes that i wrote because i didn't know what else i could do to say, goodbye.

Author’s Note: I know not a lot of people read these but I really hope you will, at least this once. This story, it’s important to me because I am writing for a friend who is leaving me. She is strong and a role model to me and all of our friends. So, Caillin, if you read this. I hope you know that you mean the world to us all!

From Your Besties! J

Saying Our Goodbyes

No one ever wants to say a goodbye to a friend. But at times we have to. We all say goodbye a different way, and we all prepare for it a different way. Some of us block that person out so we don’t have to feel the pain. Others don’t want to leave their side because they think if they spend the time they have with them they won’t miss or regret them in a painful way.

It doesn’t matter though, we all feel that pain when we lose a friend. It hurts when they move away, because you can still contact them, but you fall apart. And eventually, you spend your nights wondering if they’re happy without you around.  Sometimes, you wonder whether it would hurt less if they had died, but then you hate yourself for thinking that. Because you know deep in your heart, that no matter what happens when you lose a friend, it’s going to stay with you forever.

Eventually, the time will come to say goodbye. You give them contact information, phone numbers and email addresses. And then you give them something to remember you by, a present.

For some though its harder to do. The friends all write letters to the one who is leaving them, to tell them how much they mean to them. Why they will miss them, and what great memories you have with them. And for at least one in that group, they won’t know what to write, or how to put down how they will miss them. Generally, it's the person who always has the answer, the one who fixes the problems and gives out the advice. They can help the others write their letters to the one whose leaving, but they still can’t write their own.

It’s like a pointless battle to them, so they try to find another way to tell the person how much you will miss them. Some write songs, put it behind a photo or painting. Some even buy the person presents to try and hide the fact that they don’t know what to say.  But it’s all so cliché.

So you do the only thing you know how to. You start to fall apart and break down. Blocking out life because you didn’t say goodbye like you should have.

When you finally work out what to write, its almost too late to give the letter to them because you have left it for so long.

Everything the group of friends want to give the departing one is kept in a small shoebox, painted black with messages written in silver on it. You don’t let the friend see it until it's the last goodbye, and you all cry and weep over the fact she is actually leaving.  Her parents have to come and forcefully pull her away from the massive group hug your having, because none of you want to let go of her.

You know your going to see each other again some day, but it doesn’t ease the sting you feel each time someone brings her up.

You wonder what your friend thought of your letters. The ones in the shoebox.  But later in the night, you get a phone call, from your friend. She’s crying and telling you how much your letter meant. The following day you also get an email, which tells you, again how much it means to her.  So you allow yourself to smile and continue on as you would with her there. You don’t feel any pain when people say her name or bring up a memory with her. Because she’s still around, just not here. You can still hear her voice if you call her, and you can even Skype them from time to time, so you talk to each other face to face. 

So for all the people who have to say goodbye to a friend because they’re leaving, remember, it’s never too late to tell them how you feel about them. A letter or email. Phone calls or video chats. You can always find them on the other side.

You’ll miss them, that's for sure. But you won’t ever regret meeting them. Because how can you regret meeting someone who has made so many joyful memories with you.

I will miss you sooooooooo much Caillin, don't forget us! And please, don't cry (she cried the first time she read this). Be happy, cause you know you'll see all us crazies again!  

Anyway, for the rest of you, I'll see you all again sometime next week with a next chapter of Hero's Core and Fallout 16.

Young Justice: Live Action

Okay, so there is a rumour that was started yesterday about Young Justice (Cartoon Series, best show ever, you need to watch it!) Anyway, a blog, don't remember the name, has said that a reliable source ( I'm thinking a producer of the show) has said that Young Justice will have a live action series on the CW network in 2015! This is amazing news because the cartoon version of the show was cancelled at the start of the year ( start the waterworks people) and then the last episode they killed WALLY freaking WEST! I mean, who does that sort of thing?!
Anyway, this is just a rumour, but i honestly hope it becomes a reality because that show helped me so much! I actually get super excited and happy when watching it, and that is just one of the best feelings so.
If you want more info, please google, Young Justice Live Action Series. Have a look through all the different articles and put in the comments below whether you think this will become a reality!
Bye!

WARNING!!!!!

Just a quick message really. I won't be uploading anything new for a couple of weeks because i have a lot of tests and work coming up for school, so that means i have to cut back on extra things (like blogs with stories). Sorry guys, but i will be back with a story for Christmas hopefully!
See ya all in a few weeks!
P.S. for all those who love young justice, is it just me or did they not do a christmas episode?

P.P.S. hope you like the pics!

Fallout 16

Sorry, i know i said this would be up yesterday, but i had some trouble trying to work out how to end it and it became a lot shorter than i would have liked. So i am very sorry. 
Anyway enjoy this short starter chapter, hopefully it makes sense to everyone.
Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Back in the Game

Training Day One:

My favourite part about the training when I was younger was always the manner in which we trained. I mean, the trainers were so strict and tough. No drinking until you complete this circuit twenty times, no breaks, you don’t stop until told, if you complain you will triple your set amount. It was tough and hard, and it made you want to scream out against everyone and everything, but it also made you really happy. Well, it made me happy, feeling the pains and burning throughout my body as I was pushed past all limits.

Here though at Fallout, it was nothing like that. They gave you the breaks, the let you take things at your own pace and they gave you the set amount of work and didn’t change it… and it was torture.

“Please scream at me or something, I feel like I’m being babied and kept at beginners level,” I turn around to face Derek and the trainer. I can see that Derek is finding this funny, but the trainer looks quite confused.

“ Honestly, you lot must be super weak if you train like this, doing barely anything. I mean I can’t even feel anything from doing this, I feel like I am just dancing around,” now I had made Derek laugh for real.

“ Well, what do you want to do? Here we have people train in a way that makes them feel most comfortable. I thought this may have been something you would have preferred to they way you used to train,”

“ Well, I don’t. Even after I got out I still went to a gym where the trainers was so strict and tough that I would feel like I was back in uh never mind, but I was comfortable with that,”

“ Well, we may be able to fix that then. Tom, can you go and get Kaley? I think Whitney might like to meet her,” Derek had turned to face the trainer. I could see the side of an evil smirk and the look of fear in the trainers eyes.

“ What? Is she strict?”

“She is terrifying,” and with that, Tom, left the room and went to fetch Kaley.

“ Well then,”

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“ Hurry up! You have been doing push-ups for the last two minutes and your only on 159! Your meant to be on 200!” Kaley, was terrifying! She looked sweet, nice barbie blonde hair, big brown eyes and painted nails. Small figure and in a cute little trainers outfit. I may have actually laughed when she walked in the room. I mean really, they said this girl was terrifying.

But I regretted laughing a few seconds later, when she started yelling and attacking me. Correcting my form and making me work harder than before.

I was loving it!

Kaley looked around 23 years old and had sweet as sugar voice, which went totally tough when she was yelling and being stern.

“ Quick question, where’d you get your nails done?” I asked with a small smirk, I wanted to know how far I could push before she snapped.

“ Did I say you could talk?”

“ Do I answer that, or is it a rhetorical question?”

“ Just for that little comment you are going to be doing another two hundred push-ups before we start with the press-ups!”

“ Yay!”  And just like that Kaley was sitting on me whilst I was doing the sets. She was crossed legged on my back and filing her nails.

“ Are you comfortable yet? Or do you want the other trainer back?” she asked using her innocent voice. It was a trap and I knew it, but I just couldn’t help myself.

“ Well, I was thinking that I could use some pineapple juice. That would make me comfortable,” And that was when she snapped. From there on out Kaley was as mean and strict as the trainers from Hostage Rage, and I felt perfectly fine with that. For the rest of the training session I had a smile on my face, and couldn’t stop laughing whenever she yelled.

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“ Good work today, I have never seen someone so young come through here and actually survive a training session with me. I am impressed,”

“ You haven’t heard my history then have you?”

“ No, I know. But you have been out of the game for three years, and your 14. Usually teens and kids your age don’t spend their time training and keeping themselves in shape,”

“ Well, I was taught from a young age, work until there is nothing left of you, and then keep going because even the ashes can hide something strong,” I replied as I took a drink from my bottle.

“ I think you and I are going to be friends, and I can’t wait to push you even harder tomorrow. Now go and rest, your going to need it, you have written tests and lectures at four and it’s already three,”

“ I think you might be right, I’ll see you tomorrow” And with that I grabbed my stuff and left the gym, going down the hall until I found the locker rooms. They were just like any high school locker rooms. Sower stall, mirror, sinks, toilet stalls and lockers for gym clothes. Also benches to sit on. But the thing about these lockers was they were electronic, each one had to be opened with a specific code, and an ID card.  Mine was at the end of the row in the back of the room. On the top of the locker was my initials and the number, which happened to be 16.

Inside the locker was two shelves and an open space with a hook for a bog or jacket.

My bag was inside, and on the shelves were spare gym shoes, shower stuff and deodorants. I didn’t have any photos on the inside or any posters. I didn’t have any to put there. Besides, I didn’t know how long this locker would be mine, or how long I would be here for.

“Hold on baby your losing it, the waters high, your jumping in, swimming and letting go, and no one knows. You cry but you don’t tell anyone, you might not be the golden one, your held together with a smile but your coming undone, “ I was singing as I got changed and ready to go. My friend, Tania used to sing  that to me each time I couldn’t sleep, back when I was in the camp. It had become a habitat to sing it.

Once I was in my street clothes I grabbed my bag and left, heading to the common area. Inside there were three others, Tyler, Blake and Payton. They were too busy talking to even notice that I had come in. So I slid past them, trying not to get swept up into a never-ending conversation, and into the kitchen area to grab some juice and some salad before going back into the lounging part of the room.

“ Hey! Whitney, did you just finish your first training session?”

“Yeah, originally I had Tom, but then he got swapped out for Kaley. Why?” I replied to Payton. She was much like me except a little shorter and had dark pixie cut hair. It suited her though. Her bright green eyes really stood out against it.

“And you survived?!” Tyler looked like he was going to die of shock when he heard what I said. The others were much the same.

“Yeah. It was actually a lot of fun. You know, I don’t see why everyone is so scared of her, she’s actually pretty sweet. I like how badass she is though, I really got a good work out thanks to her. Just like when I was with HR,”

“ Did you meet the same Kaley we’re talking about?” Blake came and pressed the back of his hand to my forehead. “ You must be sick. I never thought anyone would willingly let Kaley train them. Especially after being out of the game for years. Which I almost forgot, you never told me what you did before you came here apart from ‘ this and that’,” and with that little comment, people were acting like something terrible had happened, like I was dying or something.

“Guys, you don't need know my past.  And if you must know, then yes, it was a horrible thing to go through, and that yeah, I have lost quite a bit through life because of some things. But that doesn’t mean I want you to feel sorry for me, because I’m not sorry for me. I shouldn’t have let myself feel that pain , I shouldn’t have let myself get drawn into that place, the darkness in my head from the loss, in the beginning,” I took a breath and sat up a little straighter,” And I don’t know why everyone thinks that because you go through something bad, you don’t want to go back. If that was the case, I would never have come here. But it’s a part of who I am. And a major part in that is being super tough and needing to be pushed against,”

“Ok, we won’t feel sorry for you. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to be mean to you or horrible. We are going to be your friends and stick with you. I mean, we were all brought in together,” Blake walked over and sat beside me.

“ Okay then. Now I am going to go and have a sleep after eating this because I am wiped,”

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go to classes though,”

I nodded at Payton before finishing my salad and juice and leaving to the small quarters I was given.

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Running down the halls, I was looking for a door. The one that would lead me to where they were holding them. I couldn’t find it, there was no way to find them. And it was all my fault they were taken.

“ Stop!

I kept running, ignoring the calls behind me warning that they would shoot me down if I didn’t stop. I picked up my pace knowing the ruthlessness of these people. Being trained by them, you learn that when they say they will shoot they often will.

“ This is your last chance Bethany, STOP!”

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I was being shaken, by Payton.

“Wake up already!” She was yelling right down me ear while continuing you to shake me.

“I’m awake,” My voice was groggy and hard to understand. I reached toward the nightstand to find my bottle of water on it. I took a swig and then rubbed my eyes. Looking around I see that when Payton had come in she had opened the windows and curtains, I could feel the breeze on my face.

“ I don’t know why you were so hard to wake up, honestly it was like trying to wake the dead,”

“Sorry, I was having a nasty dream. Its hard for me to get out of them when I have them,”

“ Well, I’m sorry it wasn’t a nice dream to begin with. But at least you will now have enough energy to sit through the lectures,”

“HA! I’ll probably sleep through those too!” at that we both laughed before she left so I could get changed and brush my hair. I slipped into some dark wash denim shorts, with thin chains running along the side of them, and a singlet that had a wolf on the front. It was my favourite on out of all of mine.

Quickly running a brush through my hair I put it into a high messy bun, just to keep it out of the way.

I walked out of the small room and out to the hall to see that Payton was waiting there for me with a notebook and pencil case.

“Do we need those?” I motioned towards her things and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, do you have them in your room?” instead of answering, I ran and grabbed them from the small desk in the corner of my room.

“ Let’s go then, if that's everything we need to bring with us,”

Payton started down the hall, pointing out certain places, reminding me what they were and why I might need to go there. As we passed her’s and the boys rooms she showed me, which was whose and when not to disturb the boys or to stay out of the area. She also showed me which room Derek had, as it turned out, he didn’t even use it much. Only the past few weeks when they had been preparing for me to come in and join had he started using it again.

As we reached the end of the hall we went through the common room and out into another area. There were about fiver doors along this area, another hall in a way. We walked down to the last one, which was marked with a sign saying “Lecture Room 5”.

“Here is where we will be spending a lot of our time for the next for weeks,”

“ Please tell me I’m not late!” a shout was heard from the other end of this short hall. Turning around I smack right into someone.

“ Oh no, sorry!” I look up and see that in fact, the person had run into me was one of the other new agents who was brought across from HR. His name was Tristan, and he was really annoying. But we made a promise, he wouldn’t talk about my past, and I won’t tell them what he did.

“ Again! Really? Do you even look where your going?” not to mention he has a really bad habit of running into me, literally every time we saw each other.

“I said I was sorry!”  his face turned to a scowl and narrowed his pastel blue eyes, his soft brown hair was starting to flop infront of his eyes once again.

“Doesn’t mean you look where your going, does it?” I pushed his head back with my index finger and watched him fall backwards onto his butt.  “ Now, Payton,” I turned towards the girl seeing she was desperately trying to hold back her own laughs at the scene that was playing out before her. “ Shall we go in?” I finished asking.

“ We shall,” she turned and opened the door for me. Now, I’m not going to lie, I honestly thought I was going to wind up in some small little room with a few desks and a rundown whiteboard with a creaking fan and bad lighting. I didn’t expect to walk in and see a full lecture hall with long desks on elevated floors and bright light shining through the sunlight in the roof and windows. Also the high-tech smart-board, like the ones they use in schools now days.

“Um, wow” I mutter slightly as I look around. Up the back were Tom and Tyler, they were waving at us and pointing to the seats on either side of them. Getting the hint we took up the stairs and went over to them.

“Saved you guys seats, figured you might want to sit with us,” Tom said moving over slightly to give Payton room to sit down. Tyler did the same for me so I would be able to sit next to him.

“ Thanks, can’t say that I’ve ever had a friend who would do that for me in the past,” I said smiling at the two boys.

“What do you mean?” Tom asked looking past Tyler to see me staring back at him like there’s nothing wrong.

“Well, as I grew up, I was taught never to trust anyone, which meant I never had any friends,” I shrugged and turned to look forward, seeing Derek walk in carrying a stack of papers and what looked to be some sort of electronic.

“ Good afternoon gang, I hope your all ready to continue on where we left off last week. Also I want those of you who haven’t, to meet Whitney, she has just arrived for training. Please make her feel welcome here as a new agent,”

Derek walked forward and up the stairs putting the electronic device on my desk and handing me a little booklet as well. “ These are for you, if you have any problems with it just come by and give me a shout. I can help you out,”

“ Thanks, but what is it?”

“It’s your ACMAD,” Tyler grabbed it and had a look at it and looked as if he would die just by looking at the thing.

“ In English please,”

“ It’s an agent communicator and mission assignment device,” Payton answered stared in awe.

“ Why do you two look as though your going to be killed just by seeing the thing? Its just an assignment and communicator thing, don’t you lot have them?” I asked, my eyebrow quirked up and reaching to have a proper look at the device. I was quite surprised it was at first glance, much like an IPhone or other smart phone. But then I pulled out a back panel and saw that it had a keyboard and more little things to check out.

“ No, we don’t get them until you have your first mission. And you don’t get those until you’ve completed one full year of training. So why would you get one on your first day?”  Tristan asked, his glare was only half-hearted though.

“ None of your business. Besides, how I am I suppose to know what goes on inside the big guys head’s when they assign missions?!” I stand a little from my seat and glared at him, daring him to try and make a snarky comment.

“ Will you two shut up and sit down? Besides, she’s not the only one getting one. Tom, yourself and Tyler, as well as Payton will be getting one because you are all going on a mission so if you wouldn’t mind calming down and letting me get on with the lesson for today?” Tyler gave me a slight tap on the arm so I turned to see he and Tom were grinning ear-to-ear.

This is going to be so much fun!