Welcome To The: BUNK

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In unspeakable private thoughts i was so, so secretly grateful for the distraction of physical movments and activists of training. I just needed a distraction. . . after being played into a fool, from none other than Dr. Green. The metallic tangy flavor of crimson blood teased my mouth and clawed at my sore stumic. The guard had pulled me from my oh so secret frantic thoughts as the dim lit hall came into view. The silver doors slide open with out even the guard lifting a finger, odd. The only sound echoed thru the hall of, my shuffled footsteps and the guards marching ones, my thinned breath and the rattle of the cuffs. the black suited officer pulled me thru the double doors, not using my body for a opener instead pushing the doors open. once again like every other entrance into a diffrent white bunk room, cold chilling air poored down. i cletched my jaw close to keep the chattering to a shiver not a noise. inside the gym, the first thing i witnessed wasnt that all the lights were turned on, but that the long silver bleachers usally on the right wall where gone, left behined was a silver wall. how could something like that dissapear? the guard marchd on pulling me with as i took in the rest of the new lit gym.

More lights where on then usally hanging from the cieling lost and coaxed in dark gloomy shadows. The floors i was were a worn soild grey like the bunk floor but less foot prints and cracks. I looked forward cranning my head to look pver the guards arm, as i was at a back side angle. I noted how the platforms where indeed raised up by a short step, the blue mats gone. Then my eyes followed the direction of the marching guard to see a small group and the outline of a instructor waering a grey shirt. As we neared closer i saw it was in fact the same female instructor from yesterday, but the other inmates was new, and the lack of guards of only three stationed close by standing. Fear turned around in my belly, are we going to fight like the rest of the inmates do? Are we going to use the weapon they gave us? Do they even have weapon? The guards marched steps came to a halt, the gloved hand enrolled around my bicept tugged forward almost causing me to stumble over my own feet the cuffs rattling in respounce, breaking thru the quite chatter among the grim faced kids. The guard tugged on the cuffs joined clinks pulling my wrist up. The guard swiped its card over the link, the cuffs breaking loose falling into the guards hand off my sore wrists.

"Go" the guard barked. Turning i wiggled into the group egar to be away from the edge and the guards, using the bodies around me like a shield. My mouth throbbed with ever step with my new found injury.

"Students, look around you" the females instructors voice cut thru the quite hushed chatter, heads turned to see the instructor towering over us standing on a raised platform.

"The faces you see around you, will be the same faces you'll see for the next year in your training rank" the female adult called out her voice ringing around the empty vass of the gym.
I looked around counting and taking note of the other inmates, not many faces i recognized until my gaze fell on a set of dark staring eyes. . . Bruce. Bruce was here. . .

"get together with a sparing partner, make it quick you have ten seconds" the female teacher barked. the group of about twenty six shifted and moved other inmates going to go seek out other partners. looking around older kids streamed past getting with others. will i get in trouble for not having a sparing partner, maybe i dont need one? turning i heard marched rapid footsteps, i followed the noise to see the female teacher making her way towards me, her face twsited in a mask of fury. fear, pulshed thru me, my feet iching to move, to run away. . . i almost jumped out of my skin as i felt a hand clasp around my thin sore shoulder, guard! wipping around expecting to scream and struggle against a guard, instead i saw the dark grim face of none other then Bruce standing beside me his hand still in contact with my shoulder.

"there you are Tip, i lost you in the crowd, sorry i went to go set down my bag" he said his dark narrowed eyes glancing form me to the direction of the female guard.