Instability

"Oh and this is a Walmart version of hell."-Chapter Six

Instability

"Oh and this is a Walmart version of hell."-Chapter Six

The door burst open as a gloomy shadow entered the room

Tick was the sound of a string being clicked pulled to turn on a single blurry, golden, light bulb.

The room was a dull, grey color with powdered drops in the midst of the darkness.

The man who rose before me, was covered in tattoos on every inch of his body that was not covered with clothing. He wore a shirt that had a design on it to resemble some kind of-gang sign. With ripped jeans and leather black boots.

His face was masked over with no emotion and cool sharp penetrating deep sea blue gloomy orbs.  He seemed to be insensitive to the situation and no time to waste. He held in his hands some black clothing. I'm guessing for me to change into.

He tossed the clothes over in my direction as he stood their motionless. "Change Into these clothes."

Without thinking, I asked, "Where am I?"

Not thinking he would answer he replied with a stern tone, "Feeders Chamber."

My eyes grew wide. He actually heard me and he actually replied.

So I Immediately I returned with another question, "What's the change of clothes for?"

He gave me a spine-chilling smile and forced out, "Training begins today and you have two minutes to change. Then I will be back to answer your stupid questions and give you the rules."

With that, he turned on his heel and left me singly, again.

The change of clothes was of some black leggings with holes in them designed to show my legs and a black crop top with two spaghetti straps on each arm and an adhesive pad with the words "Trainer in Process" Written on it. What the hell's that supposed to mean? Anyways, there was a cute leather jacket and Nike produced black tennis shoes.

 I took the ponytail out of my hair and repinned it into a messy bun. I would say I had an earpiece with my pile of clothes but who needs one when you've got telepathy?

As soon as I was done tucking two random strands of my hair behind my ears, There was a heavy knock on the door.

I rolled my eyes and sarcastically uttered, "No sense of knocking when the door is broken from you kicking it in and I know you're gonna just barge in anyway."

The inked up man just casually walks in with a smirk on his face.

Then he begins to explain what in the world I'm doing here.

"First off, after I answer your questions you will no longer ask anymore got it?" He states firmly.

I nodded waiting for him to go on.

"My names Ka'cean. Any questions?"

I nod. "How do you know how to speak to me?" With excitement clear in my voice since someone can actually understand me.

He crosses his arms and looks back at the door then stared straight at me. "C.J. will tell you later," he responded with a look of don't-ask-further-just-go-with-it-for-now look.

I nodded once again showing that he can move on with his explanation.

"Now, time for the rules.

1. Don't ask questions.

2. Never go off schedule.

3. Don't piss the boss off.

4. Training is downstairs, down the right hall, first door on the hall.

5. Training starts tomorrow.

Just so you know everyone here can speak to you and hear your thoughts."

He stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts then began with-

"Oh and this is a Walmart version of hell.

And lunch is-"

He was cut off by what sounded like a stampede of elephants running down the hallways and muffled shouts. I looked at him in confusion.

With a smile plastered on his face, he beamed, "Now."

A/N: Basically a filler. Everything will start to make sense soon. Then the real fun begins!

HAHAHAHAHA  (:)

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