A Deadly Wish

Chapter Seven: Ginny's Return

The camp wasn't how Lazarus had described it. It was way harder. Well, for Lucia. Isabel's training was to her level, and she made herself some friends of her age, that could understand her and relate to what she's been through. She wasn't the best student, but she was clearly appreciated in the Silver League, and they had a sort of respect for her. Although they passed the test, they could be getting to lower levels if they didn't manage to surpass the expectations. The sisters had to be better than their usual manner to do things.

It was violent, at times. Sometimes, as Isabel would hold her gun tight, aiming at the target, her educator would be reminding her to shoot the heart, the head, or the crotch, if the mannequin was a boy. From time to time, the targets would move, and they had to move too, aiming right at it. Lucia threw shuriken in wood blocks, plunging her dagger through foam. Yes, foam, do not question it.

They'd be separated into groups, in different dorms, their capacities being judged and watched every single day. You couldn't try to escape it and be distracted during the course, because they'd catch you and note this. They had a great treatment, though. They had delicious meals, available bathrooms, kind teachers and comfy beds. They had their very own schedule each day, depending on the League they were in.

Lucia should've liked it. But she didn't. She didn't manage to reach the highest note, neither hit a good place with the weapons. She just couldn't. She tried and tried, yet her educators thought she wasn't good enough. All of them were speaking contradictory ideas, which made the youngest feel bewildered about the whole situation.

Obviously, it was way easier for the eldest. At sixteen years old, Isabel was one of the best in her league, focusing on the idea that she would save humanity if she kept on working her best. She was the one who tore it down. And she'd be the one to make it even better and be considered a hero. Well, that's what she thought. Three weeks of training made the idea that she was the destroyer fade through the tornado os ideas in her mind that constantly bothered her.

Neither of them made friends. Not because they were unfriendly, but because they didn't know who to trust. Everyone was at an elevated level already, and even though they had respect, they were being judged twenty-four seven. And when you're stressed, you do even worse that you thought possible, 'cause you believe you have t do like everyone else. Lucia reflected each time.

Some people made fun of her for being "weak" or "vulnerable." Including Ginny Bailey. Yes, you saw it right, Ginny Bailey's her oldest sister's enemy, who always liked to pick up on her because of her karma. Now she was on Lucia's case, since Isabel was good enough and couldn't be harassed for how good she was.

Another day, another comeback. Same girl, same game. It was always Ginny who brought her down-like clockwork- and Lucia wondered if she ever got tired of it; to pick up on others and manage to reach the top of the pyramid, as others don't even try to defend her case. Although bullying was a common situation, the youngest didn't knew that this was what her sister had to go through every single day at school.

One morning, the Bronze League prepared to go take their breakfasts. As well as the Silver League, the Golden League, and the other ones, naturally. The camp had their schedule, and each morning, all groups would eat together so that they wouldn't bother encounter in the same trainings during the day afterwards. Instead of having a printed one, the teenagers had to follow along and manage not to be late.

In the cafeteria, voices would be erupting from everywhere, as it would be a total mess. Soldiers stood next to the doors, holding guns, in case a creature-or a dangerous being- came to attack the campers. They could feel the tension, as the security was at its best since the teens woke up, making them slightly vulnerable.