Welcome To The: BUNK

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              The dangerous fire arm, glinted and smiled at me. The dull metal caught the light beckoning me to reach in and rap my hand around the handle, begging to be held. My breath came is short gasps, my brain fighting to gain back control over my shock. My brain wiggled thru a crack in the shield of shock rapped around me and forced my mouth to move.

"w-what. . . "

"speak Clarina, or don't speak at all"

"...w-what is this?" i breathed out my voice barley above a whisper. My lungs fingering out how to function again.

"That would be a pistal, or in other words a gun Clarina" she stated as if sounding like she was having a conversation with a white titled whitebunk wall. I turned my head up to her, dragging my self away from the beckoning weapon, the temptation. No really? It cant be a gun i thought it was my kidney? I thought bitterly.

"Why did you give me this?" i whispered, forcing down the bitterness wanting to trickle out.

"Like i said Clarina, welcome to your next stage of training" she said, sitting back in the chair crossing her pale leg facing me

"What does that have to do with. . .this?" i demanded my voice gaining back its normal volume no longer a scared pathetic whisper. I waved my hand to the open bag in my lap. This is so confusing, first im told 'oh hey dont worry your off the hook for attack and beating a fellow bunkmate, no biggy! Its not like that was ever a majior thing anyway!'. Then im tossed a lethal weapon that thw guards themselves dont even carrie on thier assult collection clipped to thier belts.

"That handgun is required in your next stage of training. We decided to pardon your previous actions taking them in as a testing result instead" we? Pardon? Testing result?

"Testing result?"

"Yes, that what the instructors are required to teach you, how to defend your self for the denfit of your country and your self if ever in the sisuwation needed"

"So?.... Your just pushing me past all that becuase i showed you i can knock some one out?"

"If you see it in that sence then yes" she said nodding her head slowly. I stared at her confused. There moving me forward in this so called 'testing', training becuase i did everything they told, taught us not to do? Why? Doesn't that go against everything they went for? Maybe im the one whos got it backwards?

"...will i become a lab rat?" i asked. The growing worries poking at my head.

"Lab rat?" she echoed, her then brows crunched together in questain then remorved thiere previous state as a grin pulled at her pale lips.

"No, you wont be used for questionnaire dry run, analysis treatments Clarina, you've proved to be measured more useful than that" she said a odd gleam to her white grin that had me, without knowing reaching towards the bag. A chilling silence placed its self in the tiny curtain shut infirmary room. Questions buzzed in my skull as only one trickled out.

"Whats happening to Voss?" i asked looking back to Jane to see her intense inquisit gaze on me, watching. Guilt clawed at my throbbing side like a rapid animal trying to eat my inner organs. I clutched the helm of the blue bag. What could they have done to her? When was she labeled with CTE, was that my fault? Was she back as the bunk or the Whitebunk? Was she....?

"Ms.Voss was assinged to the firmary with her new found diagnoses and her physical injuries, she may not continue her training and be put to wo else where" she states matter of fact and raised her chin as she spoke. Her preicing gaze stuck on me watching, and watching as if she was searching for something on my face. Shes not dead, shes somewhere in the infirmary.... This is all my fault, if i hadn't angered her she wouldnt of boiled over... No, no its thier fault! They probably scent her in to snitch out the club to them! Guilt still stabbed my side along with the throbbing pain. I needed to see her to make sure she wasnt dead or Jane was lieing.