Born to Kill |Clato|

Chapter 9

The next thing on the agenda in the Training Center was breakfast. But, for it being my "first day", they took me to the doctor's office, the blinking lights gave the tiny room an intimidating ambience/feel.

It had a desk, a scale and a cabinet full of syringes and different colored substances, a nurse approached me after they escorted me and introduced me to them, even though this time, they did it with my trainee number, not my actual name.

The doctor's eyes were distant, like he was bored of doing the same thing every day. I don't blame him, just the thought of watching a parade of bratty children getting in and out with the exact same wounds, must be exhausting. Especially if you can't talk about it with anyone.

He points out a chair in front of him for me to sit on, he doesn't speak to me and certainly doesn't look me in the eye. Maybe is the protocol, I still can't get used to it.

After taking some measurements of my head, arms, waist and legs he points to the little squared scale in the corner of the room.

A hologram appears when I step on it, indicating my weight, height and my nutrimental status. It doesn't surprise me one bit that the word undernourishment appears in red, bold capital letters. Rilus barely cared about keeping us alive for the sake of the money, he didn't give a second thought about what or even if we ate.

For the first time, the doctor's face showed emotion, a scowl appeared accompanied with a frown, he scribbled something in a panel and indicated me towards the door, just wanting me to leave.

The nurse gave me a sad smile, maybe she has a family, maybe she actually cares about all of us, maybe she even has a little sister. I stop my thoughts before they make remember my own, I can't show any weakness in front of any of these people, especially not the peacekeepers that are in pretty much every inch of this center.

When I get to the dining room everyone is already seated, I quickly glance through the room searching for some familiar faces.

The redheaded hair of Leela stands out from the crowd, there aren't many red heads in District 2. Finding Cato is a little more difficult, every time I think I've found him the kid turns around and it isn't him.

I walk to the table where Leela's seated, her tray is full to the trim with food, she smiles when she notices me but doesn't say a word. I understand, we can't talk about last night, we pretty much can't talk about anything in here except about the normal training with every kid in the district.

—What's your skill? —I ask her, my voice startles her a bit, she didn't expect me to actually talk.

A tray of food appears in front of me, must be the tracker they put on my arm. They really weren't joking about the whole owning me thing.

—ax, yours? — she seemed really uninterested, to the other kids it would seem as if she was annoyed by my mere presence. But I could see the playful spark in her eyes.

—Knives—I shrugged —small weapon for a small girl, I guess— I started eating and the rest of the time we spent in silence. Maybe, just maybe, I can tell her about my plan.

A/N: Long time, no see! Again... anyway, I don't know if someone's still reading this. But if you do, let me know what you think of it so far, and PLEASE be HONEST!! I would really like to finish this story and it would helo me a heck of a lot if you suggested some ideas! 

Thanks if you read this, I love you!

Bree.