Wicked games

Chapter 11

TONIGHT'S TRAINING DIDN'T make sense at all. There were seven boxes in front of us, all containing the same thing: hundreds of syringes filled with God knows what.

Every one of us had to pull one out, after which Elijah will inject it into us, and that was it.

Too simple.

Taylor and Ayden seemed to be on my side, as they, too, glanced skeptically when Simon first walked towards the boxes.

"I don't like this, at all." Taylor muttered under her breath.

Ayden nodded at her, his hands crossed over his chest and eyes fixed on Simon's reaction as Elijah injected the syringe. The rookie tried to seem indifferent to today's training, but little beads of sweat made their way on his forehead, betraying his true emotions.

The silence was palpable as we all waited for some kind of reaction from Simon, anything that indicated that the fuck this training was about, because at this moment I had no clue about what's happening.

A few seconds more and he looked at Elijah, surprised, while the doctor only smiled gently at him. "Told you, nothing to worry about. You can leave now." He patted him on the back and motioned for another rookie to step forward.

"Something doesn't smell right," Ayden said, not one bit convinced about Simon's lack of a reaction.

"Maybe it's some sort of psychological test." I stated, receiving confused looks from the both of them. I rolled my eyes. "They want to test how well we behave ourselves under pressure. Or they want to test our loyalty, or our obedience, something like that."

"I think they want us death," Taylor deadpanned.

"Yeah, it sounds about right."

I almost rolled my eyes again when Ayden sided with her.

The idea wasn't exactly a stretch, they might want to kill us, I just didn't think they'll do it so—how to put it? Ah, easy.

If they kill us, I'm sure Hell will be the first in line to torture us and take his sweet time, a sardonic smile on his face and a lifeless expression.

"Whatever it is, we can't exactly refuse." I mumbled, realizing we were next as Elijah finished injecting the serum into Alex.

"Well, let's hope I at least die fast," she let out a sigh, taking a step forward and picking a syringe. "Please be kind."

"You won't feel a thing." Elijah calmed her down.

A light chuckle went past my lips as she shut her eyes closed and looked the other way when Elijah pricked her with the needle. It was ironic how she had no problem standing up to cold hearted killers but such a small thing as needles freaked her out.

Ayden was next after Taylor, then my turn came. I approached the box and took out a syringe. Looking closer at it, it had a series of numbers and letters, which was the only thing differentiating it from the rest.

Elijah took the syringe out of my hands and scribbled down on his notepad the series, before giving me a reassuring smile. My knees almost gave out at the sight.

Damn his smile.

I winced a little when the needles prickled my skin, but it was over in a blink of an eye. I at least expected some kind of a tickling sensation, but nothing came.

It was unnerving.

But I tried to shake off my nerves. Maybe I was right. Maybe it was only a psychological test.

"You okay?" Elijah asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Is it okay that I feel okay?" He laughed at my question.