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Chapter 9: "The Pound"

Robert

          Confused. These feelings pushes my rational thinking to its limits. My emotions are getting wilder by the second and my senses are high on alert... I just... I feel needy. I need something, but never knowing what that something is. I rub my face quite roughly as I let out a frustrated sigh.
What is happening to me?

I keep my eyes on the path while my legs kept their rhythm. Saying I'm nervous is an understatement, because I am anxious as hell. My heart beats as if rock music is booming off of a concert. What makes my current state worse is this sudden outburst of emotions, leaving me weary. Training hasn't even started.

The moment I step inside the training ground, amazement filled me. Huge is a sufficient description. Its structure is hardly seen from outside, because of the forest surrounding it, the reason why I was utterly surprised.

The grounds is a dome. Consisted of two areas: Outer circle and Inner circle. The Outer circle is a series of courses with obstacles and mazes, while the Inner circle is a stage, an arena. They call these grounds "The Pound", a comedic yet fearsome alias. The pound is a place of showcase, where one can boast immense strength and excellent dexterity. Also, a place of humiliation. One either steps out of the ring proud or damaged.

"Welcome to the pound." Mr. Rey greeted. "First, all newbies undergo selection, then all of you will be assigned to each squadron." He directed me to where other newbies wait. "Wait there and we start at seven."

"Alright. Thank you sir."

As I walk my way towards the waiting area, I can't help but to watch the trainees. Running through obstacle courses in wolf form as well as in human form. Duels between wolves in the arena, simulating a battle. Sparring armed with an array of weapons. All of them honing their skills to serve their beloved pack.

"Watch it!" A short haired brunette shouted before I nearly bump into her. She was small, atleast five-one.

She passed by me muttering, "douchebag."

I reached the waiting area and I was asked if I was a new recruit, I answered yes and she gave me a pin. 99, it says.

"Anyone here want some juice?" A fellow recruit asked. Number 21.

Some went to him and he gave them each.

"If I were them I wouldn't trust him, or anyone here." Someone whispered behind me. "The name's Rick." Number 124.

"Why, what's with him?" I asked.

"21 is nicknamed 'Croc'. He is notorious for sabotaging newbies, so be careful around him." He informed while we watch the ones who drank 21's offer vomit.

"Yo." John greeted while sipping on a juice.

"Don't drink that!" I tried to snatch it away, but he effortlessly dodged my attempt.

"Don't worry, such a weak toxicity could not harm my well trained immune system." He said nonchalantly as he crushed the can and went back to 21 to get another.

Shock is seen on 21's face as John drink the poisoned beverage.

"Who is he? Number 7." Rick questioned, about John.

"I don't know either."

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"Welcome new recruits! My name is Wellington." A petite man greeted. "We'll start the selection right now. Please, follow me to our destination." And he ran into the forest at moderate speed. We all hurriedly followed.