Immune

Chapter One

"Alright! I need everyone in a straight line, right now. I want to see all of your noses end at the same point!" I say with most emphasis on "point". I can see all of my newborn soldiers line up.

"Uh..Miss..?" A man in his thirty's held his hand up. He looks about 6'3" and it very hefty. I walk to him, my chin held high as I look in his eyes. My small frame close to his large one must look foolish to every other woman and man here. I took a step closer to him and pulled him down by his collar to the point where I could smell the sweat coming from his neck. I put my lips close to his ear and whisper,

"If you ever, EVER speak without consulting me about it first, I will sow your lips shut and then rip out the string so every time you look in the mirror and see those scars, you will think of me. Do I make myself clear?"

I can hear the stutter in his voice when he spoke,

"Y-yes m'am." He stood straight when I let go of his collar. I walked back to the post where I was standing.

"Now. Is there anyone else that would like to speak out?" I look around and see no one raise their hand.

"Good," I smile, "Now, if you want to be apart of this, you need to be dedicated. You need to be...willing to die for everyone here. If you know them, great, then it will be even harder for you when they die, but if you don't then there is competition. And you will ALL try harder. Now, I want you all to be at auditions tomorrow. 9am sharp. I'm expecting all of you to be there." I turn around and walk the opposite way of the soldiers.

The next day, I wake at 6 o'clock am. I walk to my bathroom and look in the mirror at myself. I've always hated looking at myself in the mirror, always. I don't know why but, it's always been a weird thing for me to do since I was a little girl. My wavy brown hair, my button nose, even my brown eyes. I've just never liked them. I look at other women and occasionally men and think, wow, why can't I be that?

By the time I'm done taking a shower, cooking and eating breakfast, and getting properly dressed for the day, it's 8 o'clock. I walk out of my bedroom to see a tall man outside of my door.

"Uhm, excuse you, who are you?" I ask looking up at the man.

"Oh, excuse me but my name is Orion and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering them?" The man looked down on my 5'10" self.

"I don't know, I have a very busy schedule for today, can't this be asked on some other...Never?" I smile up at him sarcastically and begin walking through the West Wing. I can hear his footsteps behind me.

"Please..I only have a few questions.." I stop and I can feel his chest hit the back of my shoulder. I turn around, cross my arms and sigh.

"If you must."

"Great. So, Would you like to go out later...Like......After practice?" He asks and smirks down on me.

"Oh well, I-I'm very flattered but, no. I'm afraid not, you see I have this bad case of...The flu." I smile weakly and dry cough, putting my hand up to my mouth. I turn and walk away. I smirk to myself and continue walking through the West Wing to the firing hall.

"I want everyone to pick a gun from the lowest shelf on the Weapons Wall. Pick something that you're comfortable with an I want you to report to me immediately." They all run to the Weapons Wall, trying to stop each other from getting their gun. I hear arguing and shoving. Two women walk over to me with two pistols.

"This is bullshit! Why are there only pistols?" I look over to see a fairly attractive man with blonde hair and brown eyes, nice build and around 6'1" maybe. I walk to him slowly with my arms crossed.

"What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" He asks with lots of attitude.

"What is your name soldier!?" I look at him with fire in my eyes.

"August sir. I mean m'am..I mean uhm.." I smirk at the fear in his eyes.

"Perfect. August," I walk around him examining his body, "You look like you play with the muscle game, don't you?" He look into his eyes as he nods and smirks.

"I work out at least twice a day, an hour each ti-"

I cut him off by holding a gun to his head.

"Don't make me make you apart of the pussy game." I smirk and put the gun back in the holster. I walk to one of the targets and look at everyone lined up behind it.

"I am going to put on a suit that with deflect any kind of bullet known to man. Any bullet being fired at you will be disintegrated into, well nothing." I smile and grab a discus-like plate. I put it in my hand as a blue glue looking substance travels up my arm to cover the rest of my body.

"The skin tight glue sticks to my skin, sticks to the fabric of my clothes and my hair to protect myself from the bullet you are about to shoot at me. First row, please step forward."