The Army of Chaos

Chapter 7

The next day, we started training the campers. As they gathered in the arena, I announced the schedule.

"OK, so everyone will start with 3 laps around camp."

Shouts erupted from the campers, complaints about how it was too much, that it was too hard.

"Shut up!" I screamed. "Do you want it to be 5 laps?"

Grumbling, they started running.

It took them forever, almost a whole hour. As soon as they finished, they all collapsed in heaps of sweaty sacks of meat.

"Get off your asses." I told them. "We've just started. You get 5 minutes of rest before we announce the training program."

5 minutes later, still with a bunch of sweaty sacks of meat, I began announcing the program.

"OK so you'll go with the person based on your weapon of choice. Alpha will do swords, Angel bows, Dove knives and Forge will be in the forge today. Star will be at the obstacle course, and I will be circling." I said. "Does anyone not know their weapon of choice?"

Majority of the campers rose their hand.

I groaned. "Fine. Go to any of the groups and see what you like. If it doesn't sit with you, tell the person in charge and change. Let's start."

The campers were horrible, and had terrible stamina. They couldn't even last an hour. At 12 once we stopped for a break, Annabitch came up to me.

"This is too much. You're practically killing us!"

I snorted. "This is easy. You're all just weak. Try the Chaos Army training."

"Don't call us weak!" She screamed.

"But you are. Tough it out."

I walked away.

At the end of the day, all the campers were practically dead. There were piles of them everywhere.

"Get up!" I yelled at them all. "Get used to this, you'll have to do this everyday! This is war!"

With groans and moans, the campers got up and headed to their cabins, turning in for the night.