Society's Misfits

Chapter 3

We all walk to the open field of the Secret Cave, and I observe my surrounding carefully. It is really big, filled with different types of equipment on the side. We all abruptly stop in front of two people, a man and a woman, both seemingly to be at the age of thirty.

The man is freaking huge, with muscles that could lift up a boulder, and arms covered with tattoos. If I had to describe him using one adjective, scary would be the proper term.

Unlike the woman next to him though, she's also very muscular and fit, but looks much kinder than the man.

"Listen up you cockroaches! My name is Mr. Bullet, and I'm going to be your trainer!" I flinch at his tone. I'm not surprised that his name is Bullet, I mean by the looks of it, he definitely can take a bullet without getting affected by it.

"You already know your purpose as to why you were admitted into this Cave. And I'm here to train you wimps into becoming the heroes that you're supposed to be! So I want you newbies to come up here, so I can take a good look at you!"

He looks like the type of person to not be messed with, so I obey his orders and walk up to him with the rest of the newbies.

"Stand next to each other in a straight line!"

As quick as we can, we scramble next to each other. The trainer walks back and forth around us, eyeing us like he's the predator and we're his prey. Than he gets out a clipboard and looks at it and then back at us. "Which one of you is Kieth Underwood!?" He yells.

Kieth looks at the instructor in fear and stutters. "T-hh-aat wou-ld b-b-e me-e s-sir."

All the instructor does is glare at the poor boy, which makes him shudder even more. He walks closer to Kieth and reaches out for his hand and grab his arm firmly, which almost results to Kieth peeing his pants anytime soon.

The trainer shakes his head in disapproval. "We're going to be working on you a lot wimp."

Then he looks at his clipboard again and calls out again. "Nathan Abel?!?"

Nate raises his hand "That's me sir."

The instructor smirks at Nate's confidence. He takes a good look at him, and scrunches his face. "You have more meat than your skinny friend, but your just walking bones, you're also going to need lots of working on."

Suddenly Nate's face turns into a deep shade of red.

I snicker, and obviously the instructor heard me, and that leads to him glaring towards my direction. That definitely was a mistake, because he walks towards me, with his height towering over me.

"Elijah Frost." He sneers. Frost? So that's my last name then. I stand straighter and reply. "Sir."

"What are you laughing about? Your no better than them, you might as well be mistaken for a twig" He grabs both of my hands and raises them as if he was showing me what he's talking about.

Okay, I'll admit it, I'm afraid of him. He releases my arms from his grip. "I can see the fear running through your eyes."

My eyes widen. What the hell is he talking about? He smirks. "Better watch your back Frost."

I watch him walk towards the last newbie. "And you little lady must be Nirvana Masuda."

Nirvana's expression still stays dull as ever as she replies. "yes that's me sir."

By the looks of his face, he seems to be appreciating her behavior. " Hmm... your skinny as well, but definitely more fit than the other twigs, but you still need some work on your muscles."