Reprimand(Solo)

Acun was in a situation she had never been in before… One of reprimand. She was sitting still as could be, if not for her fleshy tones, and steady breathing, she may have been a statue. Such a feat would be applauded, given the sounds of torture in the adjacent room. The wailing of the boy before her, and it was almost her turn. A lick of punishment… She disobeyed orders by leaving the forest. Not only that, but she had to call for backup. Unacceptable failures. She was not afraid… But fear was new to her... fear was the only thing that kept her from getting outright slaughtered in that forest.
Anything more than physical injuries, and Acun doesn’t know how to handle it, and emotional trauma. In the rigid life of hers, there is not room. The crying and wailing has reached a peak in the room, shrieks of juvinille pain echo through the waiting room which she alone occupies. Acun stays still, not breaking her discipline…

Then it stops… perhaps the boy died, perhaps passed out… Either way, the intercom called her in… And uncharacteriscally sweet female voice.

She opened the door to a perfectly white room, with a white chair in the middle, and a drain in the middle of the bleached white concrete floor, it was marble smooth though, and the walls were padded white. The same woman’s voice said… “Sit down please”, she did, and a man, perfectly fit and in pure white clothes walked into the room from one of the pads… she didn’t notice which. He walked up to Acun, and punched her straight in the face, shattering her nose with a violent crack, blood ran down her face , dripping into her lap in seconds, which were filled with more blows to the face. The man then grabbed her by the collar throwing her against the padded wall, she bounced and landed hard against the concrete, the wind left her body quickly… She would fight back, but she was quite stunned from the assault…

Acun tried to stand, only to be kicked in the stomache incredibly hard, she went airborne, straight up, she could feel the bile rising in her throat, and it left before the man had grabbed her while mid air, catching her, then landing an right hook into her jaw, ending her span of consciousness.

She awoke on a waxed wooden floor, maybe not to long afterward. Especially since her nose hadn’t stopped bleeding, it seemed like a basketball court, perhaps it was, at one point, but now it was a battle ground. She pushed herself off the floor, she had been beaten after she was unconscious, she felt a cracked rib or two, the grimace on her face illustrated that pain, but nothing was too seriously hurt… She surveyed her surroundings, rising to her feet in the process.

She was infact in the gymnasium, which essentially was a giant playground of weapons, that were all real, and is where trainees hone their skills. In the exact opposite side of the gym, was another girl. She wasn’t nearly beaten as bad as Acun was, but nonetheless wore the same grim look.

The woman on the intercom came back, “Both of you disobeyed direct orders, if you wish to continue living, stop the girl opposite you from doing so.”’

Acun was shocked by that… she didn’t know… she…

It took a full 5 seconds for either girl to move, The girl sprinted toward the knife rack on acun’s right, while Acun charged straight at the girl. The girl made it the rack, picking up a wicked bowie knife. Acun made her own knife with her crystal, and slid into the girls legs cutting the calf on the way past. Acun tried to spin away, but the girl managed to jump on her, dragging Acun to the floor and narrowly missing with a slash to Acun’s arm. It quickly devolved into a wrestling match between the two, with Acun on bottom, she could only barely keep the knife from stabbing her. She thrust her own knife at the girl, who dropped her own to stop the jab, catching Acun’s wrist and twisting, making her drop her own knife. Acun took the arm twisting opportunity to land a punch, knocking the Girl off of her. Simple interaction took place afterward. Acun picked up her knife, and stabbed… And stabbed… And stabbed… maybe a dozen times before she stopped…

She was out of breath… and with a sudden pang, realized who the girl was… Molly, a “classmate” of hers… That was 2 of her classmates who have died in her presence… there were only 4 left…

“You may procede out of the exit now, return to your quarters and await further instruction” said the intercom… and Acun wondered, not for the last time, who that voice was…