The Other Side

Chapter 2: Mitch

P.O.V.   Mitch 

     Mitchell paced the floor of his dorm. His roommate, Kirstin, was fast asleep. Kirstin was the only person Mitchell could even come close to calling a friend. By friend he meant they talked to each other. None of the other 18 year olds spoke to him. Mitchell is the only openly gay Rezmence of his age. Don't get it wrong, being gay wasn't bad, people just need a reason to pick on you. So, BOOM, there's your reason.

     As Mitchell snapped back into reality, he realized that he had been walking over the same ground, so quiet as to not wake his roommate, for about 45 minutes. This was a routine thing for him, to stay up to make sure nobody would come in and beat him up or mess up his room. It had happend before. 

     The small, brunette had always been the subject that everyone chose in the practice room. It was probably because he was small and weak. He knew how to punch, he just couldn't do it hard enough to do much damage. So over the years of training Mitchell has become more quick on his feet and agile. He is able to dodge the kicks and punches. It doesn't help much because he still can't win, just delay the outcome for a bit. 

     What the stylish boy lacks in battle skill, he makes up for in knowledge. He is at the top of his class in medical and battle strategy. Of course, that doesn't help you much in the field when face to face with the enemy. Mitchell already knew that he would be assigned to be part of the medical battle team. It's definitely not the worse job he could be put into. Basically as his job he would have to go out on field and hold back until a solider gets wounded or killed. At which point he will have to go out into the field and go aid them. It seems very simple but there is a lot of danger and knowledge going into this task.

     Once the boy's mind started slowing down, he decided that there would be nobody coming to hurt him and climbed into his lower bunk bed. Not long after, sleep took over his body. Thoughts ceased all at once.

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     "Mitchell..." whispered a small, soothing voice. "Mitchell, wake up..." the voice cooed once again. "MITCHELL WAKE UP!" The high pitched voice screamed.

     The boy shot up and fell off of his bunk. He opened his eyes to see that a small framed, blonde girl was standing over him. The girl was wearing a black tank top on that almost covered all of her large span tattoo on her neck and back. She had a huge goofy grin on her face and a letter that she held out for the boy who's hair was reaching in every direction. " Kirsten! You nearly gave me a heart attack." His voice came out more hoarse and groggy than he expected. "What time is it?" Mitchell said as he looked at his red flashing alarm clock. "Kirstin Maldonado, it is 6:45 a.m.! You have no means waking me up at this time." Mitchell scolded answering his own question. 

     "I know, but you letter came in just now and I couldn't wait for you to open it. I know you have been waiting to know what your assignment will be." She jumped up and down and handed the boy the letter. Mitchell grabbed it and his thin blanket slid down revealing his many tattoos covering his upper torso.

     He let his fingers graze over the letter for a few seconds before tearing it open without grace. The letter was pulled out and the boy read it out loud to his 'friend'. "Congratulations Mitchell Grassi. By the council, you have been selected to be a part of the medical and battle strategy task group. Your training will begin tomorrow. And, as always, do what needs to be done." Mitch glanced up at Kirsten who seemed to have lost interest. He wasn't surprised by his result. Don't think that he didn't LOVE his result, he just wasn't surprised by it. 

     "Congratulations." The girl said with fake enthusiasm as she headed for the bathroom to get dressed and ready for breakfast at 7:30. Mitchell wasn't surprised that the girl didn't care. She was assigned as a warrior. So her job is in the higher ranks than his. Mitch was think about what his parents told him right before he was separated from them at the age of 12. They told him that they believed that he could do great things and live a full life. His mom was a teacher and his dad a collector. They were over looked by most people because thir jobs are in two of the lower ranks. Your job becomes your life around here. That is why you are separated at 12, so you can learn to do for yourself and there are no distractions from your goals. So there was nobody left to care for the boy. He had only himself.

    He glanced at his clock at figured that he better get ready for breakfast. The boy wore black skinny jeans and a black and white polka dotted tee shirt. The Rezmence's main room was always so hot. The walls had to be well insulated or we would all freeze to death. Our quarters are hidden far underground. This is only because we need to hide from the rest of the troops. 

     Mitchell was snapped out of thought when Kirstin tapped him on the shoulder and said that they should probably start heading to the main room to have breakfast. Mitchell nodded and together, they headed down to get their oatmeal and orange juice. Once they got there Mitchell headed towards his table where he sat alone, thinking and eating. Kirstin went to sit at the table with the other warriors to be. Alone, Mitchell sat and started wondering about how life would be if he wasn't a Rezmence, or if he had friends or what his life will be like when he becomes a full medical and battle strategy member.