The Bryne Runaways (Updated)

Chapter 3

I know I shouldn't be in here. This isn't my business. The voice in the radio gives me chills, never have I thought there would be people out there roaming around. The thought of being outside makes me sick to the stomach. It makes me want to hurl all over these marbled floors. It's very terrifying and very disturbing.

I stumble backwards away from the radio, trembling in total fear. What's out there? Who's there? There's someone there that speaks from outside our campground. This doesn't make sense. I have never seen anyone from outside our camp here. I never thought there would be people outside of camp because of all the many things that have happened.

Everyone here in this camp thinks there is no life outside our camp, that we are the remaining civilization left on this world. It's what we were told. I leave the room and right away I bump into Uncle Ben, hitting his chest.

"Hey, what are you doing in here?" Uncle Ben says and I turn my head back at the room. No more of that voice just this peaceful silence. But I just heard it. It was just a voice.

"What is it?" Uncle Ben says trying to look at what I'm looking, then he finally hears the radio going off.

"It's just a radio Norman" He says and pulls me away and closing the door behind us both. I clutch Uncle Ben and he just looks at me.

"Norman relax it was just a radio, nothing to be worried about" He reassures me, trying to calm me down.

Then who was that person on the radio? Who is Dr. Meredith talking to?

"There was a voice coming out of it" I say.

"It was probably just a recording or something" I deny for a bit until I realize he could have a point. He is right. Dr. Meredith does need to be in contact. Nothing to be worried about. I'm fine. Nothing is wrong. Just what a doctor does.

Uncle Ben and I exit the offices where walk together all the way to the main training field where the Hana River stream flows. My station is over there for physicals but at this moment we are being taught on how to defend ourselves or like to protect yourself at all times. They want us to know about self defense because it may come in handy one day.

Hunters are out there doing their cardio routines and getting in shape like always because that's basically what they originally do. That's where Uncle Ben always goes, he's a pretty fit uncle. Guardians are outside here training themselves and pushing themselves to their limits when it comes to combat. Some of them stare at us as we are barely on weapons as guardians are already mastering them.

Uncle Ben heads over to his station and I to sit with the rest of the class I'm in. Coach Wellton nods his head at me for showing up late. He knows I have my check ups, so he allows me showing up late. Coach Wellton continues his lecture about knives and such, how to use them and how it can save our lives. We already have a week into them and today everyone begins to see which weapon is meant for them. They have set up weapons on the table to see which one they can learn and use.

I stand behind everyone as they gaze beautifully at all the weapons set down for us. I can see all the sharp utensils to help us kill someone.

I never tested or even got to hold most of these weapons. Uncle Ben thinks weapons will never be meant for such innocent kid like me. He thinks I should stick with learning then trying to kill. He said he'll do all the killing for me, that I don't have to worry.

So yeah.

Everyone goes over to grabbing a weapon and I'm at the end looking at the older bigger campers grab like bows, swords, flails, and all sharp weapons that can really kill someone. I'm next up and mostly all the big good weapons are taken. I spot a knife lying there, and I knew it was meant for me. It's not too big nor too small. Something that fits my figure.

I go back to where everyone else is standing and just look of what I gotten. A knife. It doesn't look like something I can train with. This one doesn't feel that heavy. I look down the line of other kids and I'm the only one who has the pretty small and pathetic weapon.

As I was thinking I'm just noticing I'm an underdog to everyone and everything. Nothing much to put up a fight. I exhale roughly and I feel a bit bad about myself. We'll I guess I have to accept it now.

Number one rule they told us about was to not drop the weapons and here am I already breaking rule number one. I drop my knife by accident because of my slippery hands making a couple of people look at me. Coach Wellton walks behind me and chuckles loudly, shaking his head at me already.

"Already breaking rule number one aren't we Norman?" He looks down at me with such face.

"I'm sorry" I say not looking at him straight in the eye but mentally pulling myself together.

Get ahold of yourself Norman.

Coach Wellton brings in four more trainers to help us learn and train with our weapons. Each coach gets four kids to teach them the use for their weapon. Some kids stay put and some get chosen to go with a coach. I got chosen to go with the main coach of our class. He chose me and started smirking. I don't know if that's a good sign or not.

I walk behind with the other kids with Coach Wellton who leads the way. I look over at the other kids with me and I notice they are certainly not to be in problems with. They have mean angry faces, well one of them does.

The mean mug face looking one has dark marks caressed underneath his eyes with a pointed usual angry face who chose a sword that looks awfully sharp.

The next one was a girl, she has her hair up exposing the three star tattoos on her neck, her brows scrunge together looking fierce from her deadly eyes, she's ready for anything, she has a bow.

The last one is a cocky styled up hair fellow feeling very confident, looking like a girl's mate she would want hide from her parents. His weapon of choice is a machete.

Coach Wellton stops walking and turns around facing us. I stop looking at everyone else and pay attention to coach when he begins.

"First thing about whichever weapon you have is you are the one who controls it, it will not do its own actions, it will follow your every command. It will not kill your enemy on its own, you have the choice to make the kill or not, it will be all up to you" Coach Wellton says right in front of us as we all look up at him holding our weapons in our hands.

"You're the weapon and they are the target, now show me what you got"