The Ace of Swords

Chapter 4

When I walk into the cafeteria I'm met with more stares but a little less whispering. I take my seat next to Callie and wait for my food. I can feel all the eyes on me. Some are hostile and some are just curious. I wish they'd just stop and mind their own business. Its not that entertaining to watch my food being delivered. The same lady comes to deliver my plate.

"So you're a yellow. How did you get stuck with that? I mean I know you couldn't have wanted it," I might be overstepping my bounds, but what do I have to loose.

The lady freezes and looks me in the eye. They are hollow with almost no signs of life. They look as though they used to be brown, but now they are fogged over. They would have at one time been beautiful. She stares deeply into my eyes and I'm beginning to wonder if she can see my soul. She does the most shocking thing. She strokes my cheek with a slight grin.

"You remind me of someone," she croaks," I miss her dearly. Let's hope you don't share her untimely fate". With that she walks away leaving me flabbergasted, staring at her.

"What was that all about," Callie asks. I shrug in response.

"Wish I knew. Oh my Gosh! Decker your face," I screech.

It was worse than I thought it would be. There's a large black and blue bruise forming across his jaw and ending below his cheek. It looks painful. All my bruises are at least slightly healed despite their constant abuse.

"It looks worse than it feels. You should see Erin's. His face is practically pulp," Decker's smile terrifies me. He looks more like a wolf than a human especially with the blood stained teeth.

Will and Dawn's fist were covered in bruises. There were small scrapes on their hand with what looks like bits of gravel embedded in them. They are also raw and bleeding. I don't know what they went through, but it looks cruel and painful. Erin should have gone with them. He probably would have liked it.

"What happened to you guys?" I whisper. Dawn's eyes fill with tears threatening to spill over.

"She's the cruelest, most cold-hearted person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. She made us punch the wall over and over again! She laughed at us and spit in my face," Dawn's tears spill down her cheeks as her voice goes hoarse. Apparently our training was the easier of the two. I feel bad for them but I wouldn't trade places.

"Do you know what she's going to make you do next? We have a fight and he'll probably make us run again or something," Callie whispers as she wipes the tears off Dawns face. Dawn collapses into her arms.

"What's the purpose of running anyway? I mean if we're in a fight I don't think they will just let us run away," Decker grumbles under his breath. Apparently, I'm not the only one that hates running. At least he's actually good at it.

"Someone's coming over here. Wow, he's hot," Callie whispers. I glare at her.

"Callie! We are in the worst situation that we have ever been in. Now is not the time to talk about hot guys," I screech at her.

I can't really argue with her though. The guy has really dark brown hair that is actually not dyed like ours. His eyes, although brown, are still stunning. They're dark enough that they seem black. He has a scar starting by his eyes and ending below his chin. It gives him the rugged bad boy look.

"Hello newbies. I'm just here to borrow someone. Erin, come with me," he demands with a sickening grin. He's not hot anymore. Well, he is just more in the I can kill you without even trying kind of way.

Erin follows him in stunned silence. The guy was a red. He was a fighter and if he is taking Erin under his wing, we are all good as dead. Especially me, seeing as he hates my guts even after just meeting me today. I look over at the table and see him smiling slyly at all the people. Most of which were smiling back with sinister smiles. I already don't like reds.