The One Who Saved Me.

Fate? No it's Goddamn Luck.

"Move!" I hear 5th year, bark at me, jarring my back, I slow down a little bit more, "I said move now!" He pesters again, I start moving my feet more slowly, just to piss him off, down the long rusted corridor; I haven't been down here since I was a 1st year...

~Flashback~

A tight collar chafes my neck, I adjust it for the hundredth time. The uniform was a snuggly fit starched uniform that was handed to me when I got here... How I got here, I don't know. The last thing I remember I was at home celebrating my 6th birthday, with my bestest friends... Then I wake up on a stiff bed, a uniform being shoved in my face and getting pushed around.  After that everything's a blur and the next thing I know I have my uniform on and being push around, more, by a tall, scary man.

"Wh-" I clear my throat, "-ere am I, ummm...Sir?" I ask hesitantly at first because my mom said only to talk to strangers if I really have too. 

"A place where you can never leave," He says with a harsh tone and turns towards me leaning down, and I stare into his young face, but the worry lines on his long face makes him seem so much older. His eyes are the coldest eyes I have ever seen. He looks like he has been here for awhile...

I try to swallow the lump in my throat, "Does that mean I won't see my Mommy and Daddy again?" I feel tears on the brim of my eyes. asking the question I had been dreading.

"I am sorry, truly. You will never see them again," I look into his eyes and see a softness pass through them, but it vanishes as quickly as I saw it, he must miss his parents too, "Okay. Come on I will show you your new room." 

~End~

I blink back tears, remembering what we have lost, when we were 'renewed', well that's what they call it. Basically they kidnapped us, brought us here. Trained us to be killers, by making us fight and practicing martial arts. Ahh... Good times.

"Did I push the repeat button or something on you?" I say belligerently, but what's he going to do? He raises his hand to hit me. I get into a fighting position ready to beat the living shit out of him.

"Stop it you stupid 5th year, this is my partner now," A voice calls in  the distance, followed by a set of heavy footsteps, making the 5th year stand up straight, "So you get your damn paws away. Besides who said you could hit a 10th year, she could kick your ass!" I smirk at the comment, and turn to see a drop dead gorgeous young women, around my age. With a exquisite long face and shape features, like she was carved from a piece of stone, and her flawless mocha skin, radiants beauty. Her hair is let down spilling magnificent long tight curls on to her shoulders. I just stand there for a moment gawking at her effortless beauty.

He stands up suddenly, "Yes Ma'am," He shouts. I can see his cheeks getting redder and he tries to look away in embarrassment.

"Now leave before I get you down' issued!" She barked, her curls bouncing wildly and her face twisting in anger. He turns salutes with his right hand and marches away, mumbling under his breath. He had almost gotten into his first fight, I still remember my first fight...

~Flashback~

I aimlessly wander down the never ending corridor. Maybe there is a way out of here, just through  one of these do-. 

I bump into a girl, at least 13 years old, 

"I'm walking here," She spits at me, a heavy New Jersey accent coating her words.

"Yes I know, I look I am running over here," I say running on the spot.

"Stupid 1st year, I could beat you up effortlessly," She sighs, "I don't have to take this shit from you,"