Fight

Chapter 1

The wind blew hard on my face; it stripped it of feeling and senses. Causing the world around me to disappear putting me into a state of numb, but maybe that was good. When you are about to volunteer for the highest army you can and are about to get yourself killed maybe its good to feel numb. 

The jeep I’m riding in speeds across the endless terrain of desert. Managing to run over every bump and sunken hole in this god forsaken land. I rest my head against the back of my seat and close my eyes. I remember why I am doing this. Why I am risking my life, and why I spent that life training for something that will go on forever. As I get lost in my memories I don’t realize that we slow down until the air around us shifts from hot to cold and the sun somehow disappears. I open my eyes, turning to the man in a suit driving this car. He just turns his head and looks at me then looks at the road, and then I take the chance and look up.

All around me is metal and levers. I look back and see the sand and sun behind us and we travel longer down into the underground. Soon the roof has closed and we are left in complete darkness. I hold my breath in anticipation as I see a light growing ahead. It grows bigger and bigger mirroring my fear as it grows side by side. As we turn the corner I see what will hold the rest of my life, the Holt. 

I have only heard stories about it, only myths told behind doors in fear the rebellion would hear. For the first time in a long time I feel a light spark in my chest and I almost feel happy. I step out of the car and take my duffel out from the back seat. The man in the suit motions for me to fallow him. Our steps in sink he leads me down dark halls, nothing like the big room we drove into. The halls almost close me in and I feel my spirits being squeezed by these walls. Just when I think I can’t take it we come to two big metal doors. The man turns to me and speaks for the first time, "your trainer is through this door. You treat them and anyone above you with respect. Talk to them normally and they will figure out where to set you up for the night. Understood?" 

"Yes, Sir" 

He opens the door and I go in to find a large cement room filled with weapons, training mattes, and punching bags. My eyes travel the room taking in the details then I see her. My trainer, the one who will teach me the things I need to know and will spend the bulk of my time with. And the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.