Dellings Secrets of The South

Chapter 2

Sakura

I gulp my water, sitting in the cafeteria when Tom slid on the bench beside me, resting his tray of the usual green apple and blend chicken in front of him. At least today it looked cooked and not still fighting for its life.

You think that they'll feed us better when they want us to go to war. The overcooked pasta on my plate looked like a pile of marched potatoes. That would've been a motivation to eat, if only the bitter scent didn't rush up my nostrils every time I tried to take a bite. That and the scene that I just witnessed moments ago.

"How was practice this morning?' Tom asked and the deadly glare I shot him was enough to have him focus back on his food, picking up his fork to stab his dry meat.

He knew very well that I didn't like talking about practice. How I didn't get the point of training to defend a place that was gonna later use us as a breeding machine, then kill us as soon as they saw a wrinkle. That is if they didn't kill us in training itself. I'm surprised many even survived the limit age when every day was a fight to survive in here.

This place was a fucking butcher house and we were the animals.

The war has been rumored to be coming for a while now and since there was no evidence of it, the commanders were using the filed as a playground and us as their toys. They didn't care about our lives and I bet many didn't even care about the war either. Why would they when they probably wouldn't even survive to see it. 

Just another generation wasted like the ones before.

A new set of plate was placed in front of me and I looked up to see Dimitri take the seat across from us.

He was the second person to be nice to me when I arrived, mostly because his curious mind was always ready for new information and my arrival was the buzz on camp. Despite the ulterior motives, Dimitri was one of the few people I didn't hate in here.

He had the typical serious, no time for games look like everyone else, except on him it was captivating. He kept his short, dark hair parted on the side, letting loose strands fall right above his vigilant, dark brown eyes that gazed at everything like it was his first time seeing them. The outline of the shaved stubble above his heart-shaped lips blended smoothly into his fairly tanned skin.

His straight posture and harsh jawline gave the impression of a grown man stuck in the body of a boy, even if he wasn't that much older than me.

"How are my people doing today?" He asked, twisting open the cap on his water bottle when the double doors behind him open and the buzzing of chitchats all around us quiet down.

In walked two guards.

The wall guards.

Both at least six feet tall. Their thick, long, dark uniforms that guards wore did little to hide the hard, rough muscles from their shoulder down to their thick calves. Both looking like giants that would take down anything in their sight like wild bulls. But even that, they were not the centre of attention.

It was the tall man walking in the middle of them. A Delling for sure. One of the best we've had here.

He was a glowing light between them. A beauty so magnificent tearing your eyes off him for one second would've been a sin.

Long, thick, straight hair draped over his broad shoulders, a blinding white that the shadows between them looked light grey instead of black. His eyes were a deep blue, dark to reveal nothing but sharp like they could set anything on fire if willing.

His clothes looked like the most expensive item in the room, so thick that you could hurt yourself if punched into but not thick enough to hide the curves of his muscles, 

strong 

firm 

muscles.

I had never seen gold before but no doubt it was the purest that covered his shoulder pads, drawn in unique patterns down to the black fabric that opened up at the front to reveal ripped muscles under his smooth skin.

His gazed filled the room, watching, observing everything as he walked in like he owned the place. So elegantly as if it wasn't his first time.

"Another one?" Tom asked under his breath for only our ears.

"This is what I came to tell you guys." Dimitri responded with excitement and intrigue dancing in his voice as he leaned closer to our side of the table. No doubt his face matched the very same emotions.

"They found him wandering in the woods a few miles down. He claims he was exiled but he looks stronger than the others so they're taking him to the general to be questioned. They're not sure if he's seeking shelter or a spy."

My eyes immediately shot to Dimitri when I heard the last sentence then back at him.

But even if he was a spy, how would they know?

It's not like the Dellinsg that came before me weren't interrogated, and every time they came out clean with no motives of any kind to harm us even when their home was planning on attacking. Supposedly.

The Dellings who had lost their powers due to the virus were exiled from the north. A few came knocking on the gates a few years back and Southside promised shelter if they would fight on our side if the North ever attacked. Their lack of powers didn't have us look pass their strength nor speed. And after that more Dellings had been migrating here. That's what Tom shared with me. I got all my information from him.

The only thing the North had in common with Southside was that they both stabbed their people in the back when they longer needed them.

I watched intently at his features, how the wounds the others wore from seeking their way here wasn't on him. How his face didn't hold the expression of fear or abandonment. His eyes were impassive, revealing nothing but power as he gazed around him then they landed on me.

He met my eyes a second longer than the others, two seconds longer. So long that he turned his head to watch as they led him pass then finally breaking the contact once approaching the back exit.

And just like before he walked in, chats busted out with his absence. .

"Why did he look at you like that?" Tom asked me. As if I wasn't asking that question myself. "Does he know you?"

"Don't be stupid, Tom. How will he know me?" I picked up my spoon, trying to go back to my day contrary to the others, then I realized what he was trying to say. I whipped my head to him and shot the deadliest glare ever. "I'm not a Delling, Tom."

"Well to be frank no one knows who you are." Dimitri shrugged. "Nobody remembers you from here so you either grew up outside the wall which is impossible or you're one of them. With the virus taking their powers, it might've taken yours too."

"I'm not a Delling." I finalized, spitting the words out like they were venom on my tongue.

I may have hated people but I hated those walking menecans even more. I hated them the moment I laid eyes on one.

It was my first day here, they had me walk out onto the field to get use to my surrounding when I saw a woman so majestically beautiful, effortlessly elegant in the way she moved, walked up to a little boy playing with his friends.

I watched as she grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his little head back and smirked at the sound of his frightened screams as she tightened her grip. He had apparently made a comment that she didn't like. And because of that she pulled onto his hair until their was a thick clump stuck between her fingers and he was crying on the ground. 

No one did anything. No one said a word and from there I understood that the commanders weren't the worst group in here.

I didn't know anything about my past, I didn't remember anything before waking up here and they telling me how they found me, but one thing I knew for sure was that I was not a Delling.