"For stage two we will conduct three types of tests. You are tested in your fighting skills, weaponry skills and intelligence level. These scores will be useful when you are appointed in departments. Only the first thirty remaining will move on to the last stage. Work hard." Our instructor explained.
"Only thirty?! So forty five will be out at once?!" asked one girl in shock.
"Apparently yes," said the instructor. "Initiation will most probably fall on the end of next month."
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"Everyone will work hard this time." Jett said on our way to dinner.
"A small competition won't hurt." Alec shrugged.
"Says the boy who is always first." Mar rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"A fan of me?" Alec asked earning a glare from the other girl. I decided to stay silent the whole time. Eliminating forty five at once is a bit unfair isn't it?
"You will make it." Jett said, walking next to me. The other two seem to be in a serious debate about food.
"Are you a fortune teller all of a sudden?" I laughed to shake off the uneasy feeling deep down.
"My instincts never lie."
"Smack me for trusting them."
"Anyway what is happening between you and Alec?" he changed the topic with a smirk.
"We are trying our best to not rip each others heads off."
"I know but I liked it better when you two fought."
"Why?!" I laughed at how ridiculous that sounds.
"Because it was less awkward and fun for me and Mar to watch."
"We are not your entertainers, Jett."
"You were though." Jett seemed to be lost in thought. "Alec changed a lot when you came."
"In a good way or bad way?" I asked.
Before he could answer there was a loud noise of something breaking, coming from the cafeteria. The four of us exchanged a look and ran toward it in a rapid pace.
"Oh my god-" I covered my mouth in shock. They have turned the cafeteria to a wrestling center. Four of the long wooden tables were made into a stage and an unfamiliar boy was punching another over and over. From the look of it, the audience was betting on who would win. After a few more punches the weak looking young boy fell unconscious, only to be thrown to the floor by the elder one.
"Drab, stop it." Jett shouted earning the crowd's attention.
"Look who is here," the boy, Drab, turned to us with an evil smirk.
"Are you drunk this early?!" It was Alec who asked.
"Alexander Waters how many times do I have to tell you not to mess up with us seniors. Is that newbie the reason behind you not coming to out gatherings anymore?" he pointed a crooked finger at me. I heard several people from the crowd burst into laughter.
"Leave her out of it."
"Alexander Alexander, you have gotten weak enough not to come up with a good comeback. It's all because of hanging out with them."
"I'm not in a mood for a fight Drab." Alec huffed air through his gritted teeth.
"Or are you scared? of your little secret?"
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His Identity
Science Fiction"I'm not crying because of you, you're not worth it. I'm crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are." I knew where to punch him where it hurts. Or I thought I did. **** It wasn't until she lost someone dearl...
