Welcome To The: BUNK

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         The room was long, very long not wide like the gymnasium or the white bunk cafeteria. It was as if Bruce had lead me into a bigger hall with no other entrance or exit but the door behind us. I turned and looked around thier was a few strange objects in the long room, bright lights hung from the never ending twisting dark ceiling of pipes. The wall in front of us as we walked in looked like a bunk cell door, the bars were smaller and closer togethering covering the entire wall. Objects closed off behined the bars caught my attention as bigger guns from the one resting in my bag, and boxs, strange belts the list added on a few more unknow objects as i looked it over.

"Bruce?" He stopped and turned his head towards me with a questionable arch of his brow.

"Yes?"

"Thanks for. . .you know,  Sophia back there but really you didnt have to do that" i said as i watched his back moving around in the new strange room.

"No i had to. It was long over due anyway" he said. The matter put to rest as as quickly as the topic came up.

A long table stood from wall to wall a few feet a head of us, on the wall to my right was hooks and hanging from the hooks was weird half critical objects with padding on the inside, card swipe pads besides ever hook. From off on the total oppsite side of the room stood paper hanging from pipes like the lights, but the black lines on the paper seemed to outline a tall being. I looked back to Bruce as a beep sounded, i watched as he swipes his card over the pad, the object on the hook next to it fell to the floor as it was released from the hook.

"Bruce what is this?" he bent down and collected the dropped object as he tucked his card into his back pocket of his knee high drown pants, with the other hand.

"Its the training weapons room" he answered making his way over to the table like stand and waving me over with a single pale hand.

"Whats that over their then?"

"A counter,  we stand behind it for safety measures when we want to practice shooting"

"Shooting."

"Yes Clare, shooting" I scent him a vengeful glare hearing the sarcasm drip off his teeth, and flood every note in his voice.

"And that over there, smart guy?"

"The targets"

"Targets" i echoed coming to stand besides him.

"For partice," he coutined placing the new item on the table and reaching into his bag. His hand come out to hold the object of mass attention at the moment, his gun.

"Okay, pull out your weapon keep it pointed at the ground or away from others at all times" he ordered placing his own metal contraption on the table with a slight clatter. I jumped at the noise, it scent hot chills down my chin and over my uneasy bones, giving my nerves  system a joilt.

"dont be afriad of your weapon, when you fire think of it as your firing not the weapon. think of it as a part of you"

"Great, that's very encourging." I spat out a pure line of sarcasm from Ronnie. I pulled the now heavy bag off the shoulder, the straps digging into my sore palm. I placed it on the table and pulled the entrance to the bag open to shine light on my own metal sorce. The metal sparkles and smiled wickedly, the temptation flooded my hand as it moved. I can't touch it. . . i can. . can't.

". . .Bruce" i whispered. His name sending a sence of realism thru me, reminding me i wasnt battling my self alone. I would never tell him that. He fiddled with the dark metal peice in his hands, clicks and springs sounded. He turned his head towards me as he kept messing with the gun in his hands.