Injustification: The Beginning of Ashes

Shye

Wyatt and I walked slowly down the hallway to the training grounds. We walked out to the yard and stood face to face with our escorts and former police chiefs.

  To the left there were targets set up at different heights and different widths surely trying to increase difficulty. To our right there were training courses full of different obstacles. I couldn't even name some of them. Behind the escorts and Agent Young were different guns, knives and some weapons I had never even seen. How were we going to be completely trained in less than three days? 

I had been so distracted examining and analyzing the training center that I had completely missed what Agent Young had said. Wyatt had begun to walk towards the picnic table next to the obstacle course, me trailing him.

  As we sat down Wyatt laced his fingers through mine gently. My heart tumbled through my body. I could feel color rising to my cheeks.

Agent Young's voice boomed in a deep raspy way that made want to wince, "Mr. Smithson, Ms. Advermen, today we will begin training."

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Wyatt and I walked slowly up to our rooms careful not to kill ourselves. We were both so sore from training. As soon as we got into my room we both collapsed onto my soft carpet.

"I don't ever want to move again," groaned Wyatt.

I smiled and sat up slightly, despite the hard work I had had a great day with Wyatt. We had laughed and messed around a lot, probably more than we should have. I scooted over and laid back down, only this time I laid my head down on his chest. He smiled and looked at me. We laid there for a few more minutes before Wyatt grabbed my hand pulling me to my bed. I smiled and laid next to him my head on his chest. I looked up at him and smiled,"Today was really good."

"Yeah, it was," with those simple words he kissed the tip of my nose. I was smiling when I felt my eyelids grow heavier and heavier by the second until they had shut and I was asleep.