Hunter in the Night

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"Do you know why?" Kelly asked. "I don't know why but I overheard two people talking about it" Ginger said. "How do they plan to carry that out?" I asked. "I don't know yet but they don't seem like they are going to wait." Ginger answered. "Did they mention any possible dates?" I asked. "No but they said it would be quick and make it look like an accident. I really don't like how they put it" Ginger said. "How do we prevent it?" Kelly asked.

I had to think for a second not wanting to make a mistake and increase the chance of letting the people kill me. The group sat in silence trying to think of a way to stop whatever was supposed to happen. "And you didn't see the people's faces? Did you familiarize yourself with their voices?" I asked. "Sorry, I was not able to see them but I did hear their voices. I could tell you if I ever hear them again" She admitted.

"Alright, I think we know what to do, the bell is about to ring for the next class. Flaire stay in the middle of crowds and do not go anywhere alone" Biz said standing up. Everyone followed what she did and we left the room right as the bell rang. I walked down the stairs away from the other girls and watched my surroundings for someone who might be watching me. I went to my next class but as soon as I walked in the teacher told me I was needed in the lab. I was not sure why I was wanted but I went anyways. When I got to the lab I went to the front desk like I did the first day I got here and they directed me to a room.

Once I was inside, a doctor greeted me and let me sit down. "Today I'm going to see how your stomach is recovering" He stated. The checkup consisted of pocking my stomach, taking a look at the stitches, taking more blood, and a creepy smiled at the end. I was sent back to class and once I walked in the teacher snatched the note that I was given from the lab. "Were just continuing what we did yesterday. You got out, go stand by the wall" He said stuffing the paper in his pocket.

I walked to the wall and watched people fight. Biz was on the other side of the room so I was not able to talk to her. My legs grew sore just by standing on them for an hour so when the final fight came I was thankful. It was between a green colored shirt guy and Hunter. Everyone watched them intently waiting for the first move. The green colored shirt guy ran at Hunter and they were in a deadlock within seconds beating each other senseless trying to knock the other out.

Hunter slammed the boy down on the ground hard that it hurt me by just watching. He pinned the boy because of his infectious coughing. The teacher slammed his hands together to signal the end of the fight making the room go silent. "Congrats Hunter, follow me to receive your reward" He said walking away with Hunter in tow. He kept his head level meeting no one's eyes as he walked away. When the two were out of sight the rest of the kids filed out of the room to get to their next class.

I walked in the middle of the room and by the railing of the stairs to be certain there was no threat on me. I did not want to be in more pain than my stomach had caused. I was not able to think of any suspects who had a motive to get rid of me. The first day I got the impression some of them might have wanted me to leave. The kids were started to get used to me but stares were still offered my way every couple of minutes. None of them looked as though they had the urge to hurt me. I had often wondered what they thought of me. But that did not mean they weren't good actors.

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I spent the rest of the day making it through the classes with little progression in anything I did. In my second training class I fought against an orange colored shirt girl and beat her. The next class was review of what had been gone over for the past week which nearly put me to sleep. Dinner rolled around by the time I was dozing off and everyone ran to the dining hall. Biz met me and walked with me to dinner so we could sit together again. All I wanted to do was look for a way out. This place just does not seem right.

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