Tournament of the Unknown

Chapter 3

“WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT!” I saw a guy punch the wall angrily.

“Stop exaggerating,” a guy mocks. A full out fight started in less than thirty seconds. They punched and kicked each other. It was obvious they weren’t even holding back a little bit. Blood was covering their clothes, faces, and their fist.

One of the guys slammed right below me. His head hits the wall with a hard bone breaking snap. I felt myself flinch. I felt someone grab my elbow and gently guide me away.  My eyes were locked on to the wheezing guy.

“What’s going on in here?” the teacher says as he walks into the room. His eyes wander around the room, and I noticed his eyes stop wondering when he saw the injured guy. He pulls out a cellphone, and I he quickly dials a number. He brings the cellphone to his ears.

“I need a doctor here in the movie theater now!” the teacher states urgently. I saw him flinch at something the other person on the phone says. “Just get a doctor here! I’ll explain the details later.”

The teacher runs toward the injured guy. He places the guy straight on the floor.

“I-I c-can’t b-breath,” I heard the guy hoarsely say. I could hear the pain in his voice.

“The pain will be gone, when the doctor comes,” the teacher soothingly says. The door suddenly opens. My eyes go wide. It was the same man I remember seeing when we first came here to this place. He looked the same as he did back then as if he hadn’t aged one bit. His lab coat moved back as he ran to the injured guy.

“What happened to him?” the doctor says with a deep voice.

“I don’t know, I came in here to find him laying down groaning,” the teacher answers.

“He broke his neck and is internally bleeding,” the doctor states as he examines his body. The guy groans in pain. “I need to get him in the emergency room before he bleeds to death.”

“How do we get him to the emergency room? We have nothing to carry him with,” the teacher asks. The doctor looks at him as if he was an idiot.

“Go get a gurney,” the doctor tells the teacher. The teacher runs out of the room. “What happened here?”

Nobody dared to answer the question. The answer was self-explanatory if you looked at the bleeding guy that stood only a few feet away from where the injured guy was laying.

“I told you to answer me!” the doctor snaps angrily.

“A fight that’s what happened,” I heard someone mock the doctor.

“Whoever just said that stand in front of me right now!” the doctor angrily snaps. The guy that started the fight moved a few steps toward the doctor.

The doctor stands up and walks toward the guy. The doctor grabs something from his pocket, and with lightning speed he stamps the guy’s cheek. One four five nine two, that’s the number now clearly written on the guy’s cheek.

“What did you do to me?” the guy yells as he tries to scrub off the number.

“You’re officially on our list,” the doctor calmly answers as he puts away the stamp.

The list he was talking about isn’t an actual list. Kids and teenagers that get stamped with a number will be watched by the government as troublemakers. They end up having to take mental classes, therapy, and the government will make sure you never act up again.

“Get it off,” the guy says his voice going up an octave. His cheek was now red. The number was still intact. Nobody really knows what the government uses to keep the numbers from being scrubbed off. I know water doesn’t work since I saw someone try that and fail.