The Advanced

Chapter 1- The Roaring Lion

Hello. It's me. Yes, I. Oh... Right you don't know me. I keep forgetting that writing isn't like pure memory. Yes, writing is a strange thing, now that I think about it. My name is Nine.

Why is my name a number? Well... I'm part of a project, yes, a project in the BlackHouse that observes the human mind. They've observed me since I was three.

There are a select few of us that are infinitized. A weird word, I know, but basically it means we are put through the same trial every day for months, years, decades, centuries. The trial is know as blackfooting.
In the BlackHouse, we are to sit in a new room every day. With a new select vary of items, they could be foods, toys, even something terrifying like a decomposing hand or a rabbid dog. They test us with these things.

We are put into categories. The first one, they call it intellect, but mainly they with call it Broive. This is where all the smart people sit, usually solving extremely complex puzzles and making plans. They are often praised for their accomplishments.

The second category is the courageous people, called the Leonos. They are known for not caring about anyone but themselves. Of course this makes them tough as nails, making them near fearless. They're usually put into difficult situations that they have to escape. They also face their worst fears with a straight face.
The third category is the inventors, or the Cracilists. Basically they have to create things, for themselves and others. They have to know a lot of mathematics to do so. They are put into higher rooms of the blackhouse and are taught importances.
The sympathies, or the Hearacrenanes, the fourth, are known for their extreme emotions, and therefore perform in the arts. Writing, music, painting, you name it. Anything artistic is their strongpoint.
The mentalists, or marcarlarates, which you would think would be known for their smarts, are known for their outbursts of insanity. They are locked away in the brightest rooms of the blackhouse and are kept away from everyone. They suffer. They mostly die off. The fifth category.
The sixth would be the killers, known as Murdiestras. They are known for trying to kill anything or anyone, even themselves. You would think they would be a marcarlarate, but they are a while different crazy. They are actually used to kill the unneeded in the town around us. They put them on black leashes and give them some weird shot, which I have seen, a bright red liquid, and shoot it into their neck. For the next several hours they kill anything they come across. After it wears off, they usually kill themselves out of result of feeling an unwanted guilt.
Seventh would be survivors, or cursorunils. These people do anything they can to survive. They're fragile, easily frightened by anything, and will kill if they have to. They've never had good lives, it's always tough for them. The room they are put in is like a jungle. Some of them die of important vital issues, like dehydration or hunger or uncleanliness.
Eighth, oh eighth, is the empties, or the Blankoriths. They are emotionless, weak and usually have a disability like blindness or deafness. They are locked into a larger room until either they die or until they show a sign of another category.
And what is Ninth? They call them the Combolithians. Meaning they are a combination of any or all of these, besides a Blankorith.

So as you probably have assumed, I'm in the ninth category. Well... At least that's what they're testing me for. They think I could be potentially three or four of the categories. I've been in this room for a few days. I don't remember eating, but I think they gave me some water this morning.
The Fraction protects us and keeps us from being destroyed by the outside world. I haven't ever seen it... But I think some people have. But they'd never speak of it, and they disappear almost instantly, possibly overnight.
I heard the door open and looked up to the window. I couldn't see much. The lights of the ceiling were so bright, their reflection on the window seemed to screw with my sight. I heard a familiar voice.
"State your name, age, race and category." I was silent for a moment while I stared up at the window, trying to figure out the familiar voice. I felt a gentle buzz from the wall and stood up and walked to the center of the room.
"Nine. Age 16. White. Blankorith."
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I was in the eighth category at first.
"Patient Nine. Please take a step forward." I did so. I gripped the sides of my white pants, eagerly staring up at the dark figure.
A simulation began. I could see a blue sky around me, grass, and very few trees. I took a step and the room around me moved with my feet. I froze as I felt a presence to my right. I looked over and saw a lion staring at me, growling and spit dripping from it's long sharp teeth. It jumped at me.
I grabbed it's paws and used all my might to push it over me. Once behind me, in pounced on my back. I felt it's claws dig into my back and I screamed loudly. Flipping out and away from it, escaping it's grip, I grabbed a large tree branch and as the lion leapt, I swung the mighty branch and drove it into the lions jaw. It fell down, blood dripping from it's mouth and it's mouth unhinged, and I roared at it. It cowered down, laying on it's stomach, and the simulation faded. I took a deep breath, and dropped to my knees. It was all fake, just a test, but the pain was very real. I touched my back and saw the yellowish liquid covering my hands. It's was the "blood" I had shed in the simulation.
It was very possible to die in a simulation. And most simulations were very hard and brutal. The easy ones, you almost never got.
"Well done. Category two- Leono. You have a twenty second break." I grabbed my long hair, pulling put the loose ones that were covered in the yellow liquid. Dusting myself off, I stood again, as strong as I could be, and looking forward, breathing deeply. I closed my eyes.