Blind To Reality

3-Mortal Kombat

Hey, so this is the second book! Yay!... I'm really more interested in Out of Lies right now since we've gotten to the juicy bits right now. I'll still be updating this at least once a week to every other week. It depends on the continued popularity and comments. Of course, I will finish this story, but how fast I do is up to you readers ;) Thanks for the continued support!

Jay(briel) P.O.V

I figured it would be a fight to the death.

"Nooooo! You sunk my battleship!" I frowned in annoyance as I stared down at the paper waiting to be filled out, trying to ignore the sounds from the group of people scattered around, especially the table less than a yard away from me who were noisily playing the game; the one with all the fricking sound effects. I really wanted to hit the plastic contraption with a hammer.

A cackle sprouted from his competitor, leaned back with his arms wrapped around his middle and feet up as he rolled slightly side to side, before he suddenly leaned forward and whispered over the game, "Destruction..."

I grabbed and tugged at my hair in annoyance before leaning back with my hands rubbing down my face in annoyance, words muffled, "Can I be done now."

The masked cackler leaned forward once more, chair thumping down onto four legs again, "Did you finish it?"

Head in hands, I didn't bother to answer as I felt him walk around my desk, "From the looks of it, nope~."

I growled in annoyance, shifting and causing the thick chains to clink as they followed through with their threat the last time I got annoyed and walked off. That had been probably four hours and two centuries ago, "Can I at least use the bathroom? Please?"

The short guy crossed his arms and stared at me, as if trying to decide if I really had to go, before huffing out, "Five minutes, no more."

The other guys were lounging around doing various things- sleeping, reading, playing on their phone. One of the guys, obviously the one with the keys, stood and unchained me. They didn't have to worry about me running away since I was here of my own volition; I was just tired of all the homework they were forcing on me. 

Yeah, you heard me. Freaking homework. I tested out for my G.E.D, but they were personally testing me on everything under the sun, the stacks never seeming to lessen. And I wasn't allowed breaks. 

The kid- I called him that in my mind, of course, because I knew his skills were far superior to those around him- told me that I could work on anything in the stacks, some of which were ridiculous, considering they were far beyond what even normal college students learned. So long as I was working on something, they didn't care. When I questioned why I was doing this, at first they didn't answer. Eventually, I was told that they were trying to see what I could do, which was weird and vague since I could work on anything in the stack.

I wasn't allowed to take breaks at all, not even naps, the grinding homework only broken by the rare trip to the cramped bathroom. There were no clocks and no way to tell what time it was, the other people splayed around the room with only boring white washed walls, concrete floor, dim lighting, a rug, a couple various tables and chairs, two armchairs and a couch. In the far corner were a few pillows and a beanbag chair with one of them sunken in it, listening to music on their headphones. And they were all still wearing masks, though some of them had actually pulled down their hoods.

A knock sounded, warning me that my five minutes were almost up. Sighing, I washed my hands before splashing my tired face with water, drying everything before dragging my feet back to that infernally uncomfortable chair and the never-ending worksheets filled with anything and everything, waiting for the touch of my pencil.