There is a full room of people cheering and screaming at the commotion happening in the middle of the room. The room is white, with green tiles and stripes on the wall. The children are seen to be wearing white gowns, with a belt around their waist where their knives and blades were placed. Around their heads were straps showing their certain level within Combat.
Children had been fighting in the middle of the room, using different combos, speeds and their weapons. They were fighting in the middle of a black circle, where the children cheering had surrounded. The rules were simple, if you get outside of the circle you loose.
The next moment, happened very quickly, a child sprung out of the circle and landed flat on their back. A big grown and whistles roared from the crowd following the sounds of laughter and clapping.
"Congratulations 26-3 you have passed the test. Next up we have 18-8. Please come up for your test." The instructor screamed into the crowd. Dylan looked up and around the room. He was nervous. He had been training for this moment but how could he know he was ready? Dylan got up, slipping a little but he caught himself. He walked up and entered the circle to see 26-3 smirking and shaking his head slowly. "I'll go easy on you." 26-3 says as he tightens his belt and formed his stance. Dylan does the same, and breathed out.
The instructor blew his whistle and the game was on. 26-3 sprinted after Dylan but he had dodged just in time. 26-3 held his grip on his toes just on the edge of the circle and pushed himself back in. The crowd cheered! "Get him 18-8!" The fight continued. Dylan managed to punch 26-3, grabbed his arm and swung him to the ground. The crowd roared and 26-3 looked up at Dylan in disbelief. Dylan smiled but when he had looked up he had noticed the lady, with the deep red lipstick standing in the corner. She had a smug look on her face.
26-3 bounced back the floor and low jabbed Dylan making him curl down. In the next moment 26-3 did a flip kick and Dylan sprung out of the circle landing on his face. Coughing and wheezing. The crowd cheered on, some groaned. The noises all went unintelligible. "Come with me 18-8", the lady said as she kneeled next to him before walking off. Her heels clicking against the ground.
Dylan got up, holding his stomach and followed the lady. He walked closely behind her as they went down a hall. They made it to an elevator but Dylan stopped making the lady turn to face him. "Come with me, 18-8. Now." She demanded. Dylan walked slowly up to her and grabbed her arm. His eyes green, and glowing. He began commanding. "I'm Combat. I'm combat! Take me back!" The lady looked down at his hand then at him. Her pupils hadn't changed like the others. "You conniving sly badger. You think you're the only kind of your gift to ever step foot here?" She asked, removing his strong grip off of her. "I knew there was something wrong with you." She stabbed a needle into his neck, and pressed the contents into him. Dylan felt weak nearly falling to the ground. Guards came running and picked him up.
She opened the elevator and they went down. Passing the different floors. Finally, the door opened and they were at the lowest level. Dylan's vision was blurry but he could see. The difference in this floor, how unclean and unwelcoming it was.
The guards walked practically dragging him. Dylan heard someone screaming faintly in the background. "Let me out! I need to see Caleb!" He recognized that voice and that name. Evan was down there too. Dylan looked at him and they made eye contact. They passed each other.
They stopped at a room, and the guards opened the room, throwing Dylan inside and locking the door again. "You won't lie again won't you?" Down here you won't get away with your lies. Down here you have no use. If you fail to succeed here, outside there is much worse. Goodluck 18-8. I got my eyes on you." She squints then walks off.
Dylan laid on the floor and closed his eyes. He was alive but at what cost. What was ahead of him? Would he end up like Bobby? How long would he be here? A tear fell down his face and landed on the cold floor as he closed his eyes for rest.
Fae, sleeping soundly in her bed, wakes up by the disturbance. Dylan was in HER room. She gets up, doesn't even bother getting properly dressed. Running over to Dylan, she drops to her knees, shaking him. ''Dylan!.. Dylan!.. wake up!!'' she screams.
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Children of the New Dawn n-logy: Book 1 - Facilitated.
Fantasía"Walk in the world of those gifted, and live life as they do with what may be a curse. Years later, children have been diagnosed with strange abilities and live their lives serving for others. Forgetting and leaving their old selves in the past. Unt...
