Survival

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Avery Knight's P.O.V.

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With the heat of summer coming to a close, the cool and crisp fall almost upon us. It was morning, early morning, because the sky still a light grey, with strips of white clouds.

Pressing my fingertips against the cold window, leaning forward with my elbows resting on the windowsill, making the warm water shift in the bath tub. With a small smile tugging at my lips, I clear the fog from view.

He'll be here, I think, he'll be back.

Allowing a sigh to elude my mouth, I rotate in the tub and submerge myself in the lukewarm water. Shutting my eyes and sinking further into the water, until my nose is under. Wondering in my thoughts are the simple questions.

What's he doing now? Is he thinking of me? Will he return? And when?

I can't help the shooting pain that comes when I see his face in my head. But, It's not a bad pain, I like to know that I can still feel something, for him.

The sound of the front door opening forced me out of my thoughts, and back to reality. Eyes now open, ears alert. Quietly pushing from the base of the tub, hurdling over the side, landing on the soft white rug and lowering to the floor. Attaining the cream coloured towel, from it's hook, and draping it over my cold and naked body, I dash to the bathroom door, taking cover behind the laundry basket.

Slowly reaching my hand out to grasp the handle, when it surprisingly shot open, making me jerk back and smack the tile wall. Sharp pain piercing throughout my body. Eyes snaping close and teeth clenching.

"Avery I'm back-" The squeaky voice stopped mid sentence. Resting my head on the wall as I open my eyes, only to be greeted by my purple haired, roommate. Mouth agape, eyes wide, she rushed to me side saying "sorry" over and over again.

"Hey, It's fine." I state, cutting her off, trying to get her to clam down. Putting on a smile, I push off the floor and balance myself off the wall. Letting out a sigh of relief, Quinn says, "Let me help you." Wrapping an arm around my waist, she guides me out of the bathroom and into the dorm bedroom.

Sitting me down on my bed, she backed up. "Are you sure your okay? is there anything I can get you? Water? Ice-" Cutting her off again by raising my hand, I shake my head. Worry washing over her pale looking face. Lightly chuckling I say, "Yes, I'm just fine." Still looking pale, Quinn took a breath and held it, while walking over to her bed and plopping down.

Adjusting the towel around my body, I sat up walking over to my closet. Grabbing the school uniform, I head to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I let the towel fall to the floor.

Admiring the simple uniform, it's a plain long sleeve white shirt, with a small red bow tie, a black jacket with gold buttons going down the chest and small white lined front pockets. A red, black, and gold plaid skirt, and black knee high socks.

Grasping the door handle I swing it open, seeing my purple haired friend ready in her uniform. Smiling at me she grabs her brown book bag. Following her, I grab mine and head for the dorm door. Turning the handle, Quinn and I stroll out.

He'll be here.

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Slipping in and out of thought from the boring lecture my Special Defence teacher is instructing. We already know this stuff. We learned it at our old "school's". They're just making sure that when we fight one on one, they can win with dignity. But I wont be giving them such dignity. I will beat them. I will win.

Standing in a dim, immense circular room, with only a beam of light hitting the Special Defence teacher. The floor made of concrete, and the walls of titanium. Heavily guarded at all entrances and exits. Guards equipped with bullet prof vests and gas masks.

"Alright!" The Special Defence teacher roared, echoing around the silent room. Taking slow strides along the rows of students, eyeing each and everyone of us. The grim look in his pale brown eyes as they wonder around our faces. Coming to a halt when those cold eyes land on me.

Holding my breath, I stand straighter and keep my eyes forward. Stepping closer, feeling his eyes on me, with a stone cold expression on his face. "Listen here!" He yells in my face. Then in one swift move his at the front of the room, standing in the spot light.

"I'm partnering you into groups of two. You and your partner will get your chose of weapon and fight in a dome arena." He spits. Standing aside while the heavy, double doors open. The outside light blinding our eyes. The dark silhouette, resembling a woman's body, taking slow strides to the center, closing the massive doors behind her. Silence taking over. With just the sound of heels clicking all the way.

Taking in her appearance, as she reach's the spot light. Her short, fiery red hair coming to her shoulders, falling in lose curls and the black eye patch covering her right eye. With a pale complexion illuminating her hazel orbs, she stands wearing a skin tight black leather one-piece, with her hands on her hips. Thick red lips sit on her heart-shaped face, with rosy pink checks. The beauty mark moving up with her mouth, while curving into a smirk.