Zodiac Assassins

Fire Signs - Back Stories

Sagittarius ~

I lay awake for nearly two hours, before one of the instructors/trainers came into my room which I shared with four others.

'Chop chop chop! A lap around the track field!' clapped the trainer and the five of us stumbled out my beds.

As fifty kids ran out different doors to the track, I saw further ahead one of the more 'popular' guys, 2, shoving over 17 and then running over him. My blood boiled but 17 got up before I got to him. I hope I'd get 2 in the one on one combat tournament because I would beat his ass. He's not only an ass hole in general, but idk, his smug face is very punch-able. However, even I can admit he'd be very hard to defeat in a one on one fight.

 Back to the point - after the lap, we were told what the schedule was going to be like. Today, all the track events including 100, 200 and 400 metre sprints, 800 and 1500 middle distance races, 3000 metre long distance races, and lastly the 110 metre hurdles. 

[AN: I know I didn't mention all the events in other chapters, but I decided to now]

The instructors randomly put us in lanes and lines, with me in the third line/group with 7 other boys and 2 girls. Not trying to sound cocky, but running is one of my strengths, in particular sprinting. The 2 girls were rather unlucky, and unless you were unusually fast for a girl, then it was unlikely you'd be able to win a race against 8 other (fast) boys.

100 metres was first. The first two races were off, with one girl winning the predominantly female race, then a random boy winning the next. I was up next, and I walked up to the starting blocks.

Taking a deep breath, I stuck my butt up after 'get set', but I had a rather bad reaction time at the gun shot. Luckily, I still won the race anyway, by quite a lot so that was good.

200 metres was my best, so it was a very easy race. 400 metres was a little harder to win but still won by three seconds compared to second place.

800 metres I was coming third, then second, and finally first in the last 50 metres, by I reckon a millisecond. 1500 metres, close second. 3000 metres, first again somehow, even though it was probably one of my weaker races. 110 metre hurdles were a breeze.

The next days were amazing and I was so thankful I had done well in nearly all the events we'd specifically been trained for, for a decade to be precise.

The last day was of course, the fighting tournament.

2 (bully) was the first match up, against an unlucky girl. My stomach churning, I watched as he pummelled her down to the ground, her nose breaking and she finally fell unconscious with one particularly nasty punch.

Two instructors had to come on the canvas mat and drag out her bloody body whilst 2 roared like an ape, in victory.

A few matches later, I was drawn with 17, and I felt my stomach drop. We exchanged looks, and 17 nodded sadly, as though he knew was going to be beaten. I signalled him over before out match was about to start (the canvas was being cleaned so it wasn't too slippery).

'I'll beat 2's ass for you. I'm not going to hit you too hard, just submit early or something.' I whispered in 17's ear and he agreed, before murmuring a thanks.

The fight started, and I punched 17 a few times, but not too hard. I let him have a few punches, before socking him in the face, in which he fell dramatically to the ground and didn't get up.

The next matches were a whirr, until the final with 2. I'd watched all his matches, and he'd clearly dominated all of them, but I knew he'd gotten very cocky for example pushing and shoving 17 because he was a 'wimp'.