The Other Side

Chapter 6: Mitch

     Mitch, along with the other medical and battle strategy task group people, have been training for every possible problem that could happen. Whether it be a surgical procedure or just a simple cast and a few pills. They were ready for anyone who needed to be mended. They also practiced the basic combat moves. Just in case they get approached by an enemy. Mitchell didn't really do well in that part. He did what he had always done. Be quick and light on his feet to delay the beating he would get.

     That night, the boy did his routine pace around the room quietly as to not wake his 'friend'. When he felt it was safe enough to go to sleep, he set his alarm for 6:15. The troops go out at 7:00 and he wanted to be early. The dark haired boy had seen what 'the outside' looks like. He didn't really like what he had seen, it was awful. Those were his final thoughts before his muscles relaxed and his eyes completely shut.

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     The obnoxious beeping of his alarm clock startled him awake, along with KirstIn who is most definitely not a morning person. "Mitchell Grassi, shut that cursed alarm clock off!" Called the groggy voice from the top bunk.

     "What time do you want me to wake you up, Kirstin Maldonado?" Mitch sang using her full name as well.

     "6:15, if you will." 

     "Your going to love this. It is 6:15. Wake up, wake up the day is near!" 

     "I hate you." The blonde growled. She climbed out of bed and gave her roommate a death glare. The boy shot back with a smile. They both fought to get their clothes out of the dresser. Ultimately the stronger of the two won. Kirstin shot a sarcastic smile at the boy, who somehow ended up on the ground. Mitchell got up with a huff of defeat and gathered his uniform. It was a light grey long sleeved shirt, light grey pants, a pair of light grey goggles and a pair of work boots the same colour. 

     Just as Kirstin walked out of bathroom. The uniformed boy yelled at her. "Look at what your aggressiveness did to my hair!". He started to comb his mid length hair right before parting it right down the middle.

     "Sorry" the girl said once again sarcastically. "So, do you want to skip by the dinning hall to grab something to eat? I am sure they have something ready." She looked at him expectingly, waiting for a reply.

     "Why not? Let's hurry though, I want to be ready to go by 6:50." With that they both hurried out the door, turned a few corners and made their way into the dinning hall. The chefs kindly gave the two a piece of gluten free bread and a small plastic cup full of cloudy water. They downed the food and sped towards the large room. When they arrived a few people were already there, waiting for their commands. The warriors and nurses dresses alike. The only difference was the warriors got weapons. 

     Mitchell stood in the middle of the room. "So what do you think is going to happen out there? I know that only one in twenty times there is actu-". The high voice faded, seeing that his friend had walked away probably long before. So he stood alone. Waiting for a command. 

     The sea of light grey stayed the same, only increasing in number of people. When Mrs. White figured everyone had arrived she started to shout out the procedures. "Medical and battle strategy task group, you will hang back until you see and injured Rezmence warrior, that's when you are to go up and help." She glanced around at the 'nurses', holding an extra long gaze at the rookies. Including Mitchell. "Warriors, you are to be strong and confident. Think of a way to take down the enemy." It was now the warrior's turn to be stared at. "Most of the time, we will not find anyone. So I'm basically telling you this for no reason at all. Remember, do what needs to be done, never surrender."

     We all shouted the Rezmence motto back at her, as we had been thought since we were in the second grade. "Do what needs to be done, never surrender!" 

     "Alright troops, head out!"

     With that we all marched towards the stares that would lead to 'the outside'. The gates creaked open and everyone advanced forward. The sun beat down on them all. The brunette stayed at the back, as he was instructed. He couldn't see anything that was in front of them anyways, so he watched his dragging boots. Listening to the harmony of voices and whispers, gave Mitchell something to keep him focused.

     The troops continued their sluggish walk. The male nurse looked up and glanced at the sun. He determined that by its position in the sky, it must be around 12:30. This meant they still had four and a half hours left of the scout. Mitch was hungry but also very thankful that he had been given a little breakfast because he would probably be cramping from all of the walking. 

     A few minutes later, a strong voice yelled. "Alright guys, take a knee! We are on break for just five minutes. Go find somewhere to relieve your bladders, find someone with water or chat with your friends."

     The grey suited boy sat down and played with a rock. He really didn't needed to any of the things that the powerful voice had suggested. He started humming quietly to himself. A song that he had always liked. He had learned it in grade school in free time. It took him a moment to remember the title of the song. It was something like 'On my way Home'. He didn't remember the lyrics either, only the tune. His thoughts were cut short by the same commanding voice yelling "Alright, times up. Let us get a move on!"

     This time Mitchell found amusement in kicking a small, dusty rock. Almost the same colour of his uniform. Not long after, all shuffling stopped. He couldn't see past the tall, muscular warriors  but he heard someone say, in just above a whisper "Black outfits? That's Patron right".

     Panic. 

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A/n: and here we go!