SUBJECT 05

Chapter 2

[ S U B J E C T 0.531a ]

//A Year earlier//

"YES SIR!" the group of uniformed teenagers yell at the top of their lungs. I couldn't help but stare at their guns ready by their sides. I flinch at how robotic they all are. How they don't move, just stare out into the distance at nothing but a white wall. The thing is, I'm probably exactly like them, but ten times worse.

The new group of teenage boys have been trained since birth how to fight and win in a hand in hand combat. This group is around my age. But they are all twice as big as me. They are all super muscly and tall. All of them are extremely intimidating. But I have my abilities.

It's creepy, I don't say anything at how robotic they are. If I did say something they would most likely punish me. I avert my eyes from the soldiers and look back at the wall in front of me.

The general steps closer to the line of young soldiers, not caring about personnel space. His face is frozen solid with a permanent scowl. The General is a giant man, he would tower over me if I were to stand next to him. He is exactly what I imagined him to look like. Neatly shaved blonde hair, giant in size and above all very intimidating .

He continues his long speech, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"The man beside you is not your friend, but a mere acquaintance! You are NOT here to make friends! Your are HERE, because it is your duty! To serve for America and the world! To make this hell hole somewhat better for YOU, and your family's!" He pauses to look up and down the rows of boys, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!" ...

"YES SIR!"

None of the soldiers move, except for when they need to answer the General, and have to move their mouths to yell 'YES SIR' and to blink their eyes so that they don't dry out from the lack of moisture.

"As some of you may have notice we have a visitor today! I encourage you to make her feel welcome!" I notice some of the soldiers stiffen at the mention that I'm a girl.
"yes men! a female!" He walks up the line of young soldiers, his boots thudding loudly against the floor with each step.
"Don't go getting your nickers in a knot! I've seen her in action! She could destroy all of you PUSSY'S! With one hand behind her back!" He spit at a soldier. Blue veins in his neck and forehead bulge out of his head.

I shift on the spot, feeling awkward at the General putting me in the spotlight. Telling his soldiers I could 'Destroy' them is only going to make them want to approach me. I've learnt from experience not to brag.

I squeeze my sweaty hands together behind my back. I'm currently in the at ease position whilst everyone else is at attention. I feel so out of place.

I'm at least half the size of most of these soldiers, but he's right. I probably could 'destroy' them, his words not mine. But I would never lay a hand on anyone unless I felt threatened or they were physically attacking me. The powers I have could kill any of these men in a heart beat.

I focus in on one of the young soldiers faces, who I notice is trying not to smile. His lips are twitching and his face is spazzing. He has orange, almost red hair which has been shaved so that it doesn't touch his ears. His hat covers the top of his forehead and he is wearing a camo uniform like everybody else.

But what draws me in to  him is how hard he's trying not to smile. His eyes aren't robotic and empty like every other soldier, no. His are filled with what looks like, excitement. He looks like he's really cheeky and would be the clown of the group. There always is. I'm going to have to teach him a lesson to not smile at attention! He knows not to be disrespectful whilst on parade. We are taught that from day one.