Despair by Graphic (ereader for android .txt) 📕

he winks. I try to sit up again but I don't budge a bit. "Relax. It's Colorone. We've numbed all your nerves. Your body can't move until you take a dose of Katane." laughed Jace. "Would you start off by telling me where I am? I know what happened last night and everything but where I am right now?" I asked him. "You're in the infirmary. You passed out last night in my arms and I brought you here to our little island that doesn't exist according to the American government." explained Jace. The door then opened and a man that was half bald, walked in. He was holding the new iPad 89g. He shot a glance towards Jace who just grinned stupidly. "Welcome, Ms. Hawkins to the infirmary." said the doctor. He had a heavy German accent. "Thank you." I thanked him. "How are you feeling? Any pain, light headiness...." he asked me, typing something down on his iPad. "Numb. I can't move my body around." I told him looking at Jace but he was too busy studying his shoes. "Ahh, yes. Of course. How could I forget that? After your Tenisitis nerves had reacted up, they weren't quite used to their consumer. So the consumption of your nerves had a lack of exercise. Let me guess, you haven't allowed your tenisitis to react up as often?" guessed the doctor pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose with his pinky finger. I nodded. "And the results here show that you're not fully tenisitis and not quite human, either." continued the doctor. Jace's head jerked up in surprise. "Woah, woah, woah. Wait. So she's half human and half tenisitis?" asked Jace standing up. "Quite precisely." answered the Doctor. I blew out a breath. This was going to be a long day.
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My clothes were comfortable, as they were supposed to be. I clambered down the metal steps with my combat boots banging against them. I was wearing a white full sleeve boat neck t-shirt, black jeggings with black, leather stiched combat boots. I still preferred my sneakers, though. I followed Kilera, a woman with dark red hair and lush lips, down the hall. I could hear battle cries and punching and sounds of fighting through the walls around me. Kilera was a trainer- a girl trainer. She was very happy to hear that a girl had joined the forces. I guess she didn't get to train someone much often. We stopped in front of the doors to the training section. "Before we begin your training, we will start off with a little tour of your working areas." explained Kilera with a wave of her hands towards the doors. "As you might know, our building is hidden by a cover of illusions. You won't expect what you see inside to look like that outside." she continued. "There are ten blocks to this building. You only need to know four. The other six are strictly off-limits for soldiers and lieutenants. So, are you ready?" she asked me. I nodded. She opened the doors and we walked into a huge open area of boxing rings, martial arts mats and everything else related to violent sports. "This is Block Andros. AKA Block A. This block is meant for face to face training. You know, like boxing, kick boxing, wrestling and free fist fights and on." we weaved through the area quickly and pushed through the doors at the other end of Block A. "Right now, we are in Hall A2. It connects to Block Canhara. AKA Block C." Hall C was a Victorian replica of a Military Base Hall of Fame. I was surprised at all the medals and sacrifices list up on the wall. They actually cared about their soldiers? Wow. Impressive. We pushed through another set of metal doors and stepped into a glass box. I looked down to see a line of soldiers facing towards a wall full of targets. The huge room was all concrete. The commander's voice echoed through it. When my vision zoomed onto the commander, it turned out to be that the commander was Jace. He yelled out orders and had a machine gun rested on his left shoulder. I could hear his orders through the glass box. "Now, listen me ladies. You've got to shoot the hell outta those targets or you'll be cleaning the crap out of the toilets upstairs. You got me?!" he yelled as he walked down the line facing the soldiers and straightening their machine guns or glaring at them. I certainly didn't want to be the center of attention in front of him. The soldiers responded with a "Yes, sir!". They were some serious soldiers with huge triceps and biceps and abs. Almost like replicas of Jace. The glass box dropped slowly down to the ground like an elevator. We stepped out. Jace turned around to face us even though we were completely silent. He didn't look like what he did this morning or yesterday. Friendly and jerkish, how almost every eighteen year old is supposed to be like. The soldiers stood there aiming at the wall nervously, waiting for Jace to say the words.
"Aim...Hold it....Noodles!" Bullets fired off aimlessly. "You were nervous! What was the first thing I told you when you came here? Never be nervous! I'll kick your asss' if you ever do that again! The second thing we've been taught to is be focused. None of your asss' were focused! Third thing, be confident in your shots. You ain't in my cohort if you can't be confident. No confidence, no bed. Focus. Confident. Anger. Shoot. Those four steps are important to shooting. Can't do any of those, I dunno why the hell you're here! I'll call it a break. Go to Block A. Train. I'll send J.J when I want you to come back. Single File! Gaze Forward! Now get the hell outta of my ass!" I stood beside Kilera watching the whole thing. The soldiers marched out of Block C with stern faces. None of them were smiling as they left. "Why the hell are you here? I've gotta get ready to make them do laps in five minutes." asked Jace rudely. His gaze turned to me and softened. "I was just showing Aella how difficult it is to have a commander like you." said Kilera. "They're fu*** bitc*es." cursed Jace. "You should be jealous of my new soldier. I'll be training her from now on." said Kilera smiling and placing a hand on my shoulder. "Not really. I've got other son of bitc*es who are tough that I trained them from the beginning." bragged Jace. I bit my lip and looked down at the ground. "Will you leave or do I have to literally kick you out?" I mentally kicked myself in the head. That hurt. How would it feel actually getting kicked? I shrugged. Kilera laughed. "Relax Jace! Besides I've got this room booked for the next hour!" Kilera pointed her beautiful, gray fake nail towards the door behind Jace. "Now, your destiny awaits. Go Jace! You know the future isn't patient!" laughed Kilera. I scoffed at Jace's expression. Jace gave me the evil eye. "Whatever. She probably won't make it through her corroboration, anyways." My head jerked up. Jace smirked. "Guess who's in charge of tests this week?" Kilera groaned. "Prepare her for tomorrow night. First Corroboration. I'll be the one who decides if she's in my cohort or Eric's." Jace smirks evilly and walked out the door with his machine gun on his shoulder.
Finally, Night

I find myself carrying a duffel bag and following Kilera outside into the cold. I feel my body tempura rising and dropping, adjusting to the cold. "Is your tempura okay?" asks Kilera looking back at me. I just smile and nod. I follow her towards to the gate. "Don't take this as if I mean it. I'm going to be preparing you for tomorrow night." she tells me. I keep my eyes focused on her. "Do you know the three sectors?" I bite my lip and nod. The three sectors. I don't know much about them but all I know is that the first sector is Eschewal. The people who wear gray clothing all the time, are mutes and deny happiness. Secretly, I heard that they are prisoners of the government. The second sector is Terminus. They are a civilized group of people who don't have any beliefs but death. They are not allowed to talk to anyone other than their kind. They usually wear dark clothing and hang out in clumps of black in corners. The third sector is Cliste. Another civilization of really, really smart people. They don't live with normal people they have their own little civilization on an island that's about located thirty miles away from United States. I've never met a Cliste, before.
"Good. Tonight's a practice mission. It's not important and not necessary but practice for you." smiles Kilera. I nod slowly.
Kilera gestures for me to follow her through through the huge metal gates as she scans her hand on an invisible square on the gate. A green spot pops up and the metal gate opens silently. We step through the gates and start walking down an empty field. I look back to see an old barn. A laugh builds up in my throat.
"So, this is a Practice Landscape. This practice landscape is programmed to the practice mission I had earlier asked for. In a few minutes we will face a group of kidnappers with no faces. They'll try to kidnap you, you let them, it's over and our results will be sent back to Reporter Base. If we defeat them, the landscape will change and the next part of the mission will start. Got it?" explains Kilera.
I nod.
"One more thing, every time a new part of the mission starts, you will be reloaded with new weapons. The duffel bag was just for more dramatic affect." smiles KIlera. I smile back.
The next thing I know, my duffel bag dissolves into a thousands pixels and it's gone. I feel something heavy in my hand. I look down to see a shark tooth spear. "Last thing, your use of the weapon will add or subtract points from your ranking." adds Kilera. I blow out a breath.
I feel a hand clamp over my mouth and somebody pick me up into their arms. For a second, I'm scared but then I feel my tenisitis taking over. My nerves bringing me to my senses. Another kidnapper with no face pulls the spear out of my hand and snaps it in half. I look to my side to find Kilera gone. I bite down on the kidnapper's hand and slip out of his arms. I spin around to see Kilera disappearing into a white truck. The blank faced kidnappers lunged at me. I feel my nerves picking up and willing myself to move away. I dashed to the right and grabbed one of the halves of the snapped spear. I saw the kidnappers moving in slow motion to where I was standing before. I shoved the