Broke my laptop and I’m procrastinating! Here’s a story
Part one! Story line might change a bit later one! Idk
The class you were forced to enroll into was horrible as the stench of fear, piss, sweat, and shit filled the room. Monsters and humans alike were sitting in assigned seats, some paling as a man in a charcoal black suit walked in. The murmuring almost completely stopped if not for those select few under growing a panic attack. He looked at everyone like incests before taking off his glasses and wiping them. A woman then joined, her red hair tied neatly in a pony tail, a sweet smile pulling at her lips as her dead gaze met yours.
“Hello everyone, my name is miss.clover. I’ll be the one testing you this evening!” Her eyes never left yours as she continue to speak with enthusiasm. “Please follow me to the gym.” The man put his glasses back on before gesturing for everyone to follow her lead. One of the students at the far end of the room stood up suddenly starting a dead sprint to the door before the armed gun man shot him through the head. Brian matter splatted across the wall as his body fell with a sickening thud. The tension and panic in the room made you feel nauseous, though the skeleton beside you shook his head as his eye lights dimmed. The woman stood in the door way with a large grin as her voice echoed across the now silent room. “Come on guys! Or do you want to be shot too?” You followed the lead of the front row, standing in unnatural quiet until your rows turn came. After staring at the ground you found yourself at the gym, row one was up first as the woman stood in front of them. The man in black finally spoke without speaking, his voice simply echoing in your mind.
“Testing will begin now, you will come in your assigned rows and be called by your number on your wrist. Your goal is to show case your power and try to kill miss.clover. If your ability is judged worthy then you will be given the honour of fighting for our country.” Your head was spitting opening from the intense pain of his loud voice, still you tried to keep your cool, not showing an but of the pain on your face, or so you hoped. Miss.clover stared at the girl on the far right, smiling the same as she stretched. Her voice breaking the almost relaxing moment.
“Number 674 please step up.” The girl she was staring at shook as she took an unsteady step forward, face dripping with sweat as her skin paled even more. “You’ll have a minute head start before I move, staring now!” The girl looked panicked as her eyes darted to everyone on the side line, seeming to beg for help. Time slowed for you as miss.clover took a large step forward. “30 seconds left!” The girl threw up at that, body lurching as tears fell down. Miss.clover started counting down from 20. Barf was in the girls hair as she looked up at her. Voice shaking as she tried to stand on shaking legs.
“I-I don’t want to fight, please. Please!” Miss.clovers face dropped as she closed the distance, fist meeting her stomach as the girl threw up blood. Body flung backwards into the brick wall, cracks formed from where she hit, head falling limp as she stopped moving. Fire red hair turned to flames as her gaze when over everyone in row one and the side lines. Voice cold and filled with rage.
“You were all chosen to fight the war with power granted from magic! You can and will! Save lives from having to die on the battle flied! Monsters and humans working together to build a better world!” She pauses as her eyes finally landed on you, grin tugging at her lips as she spoke again. “693 come here. You’ll show them.” Every fibre of your being screamed to run, but you knew better. Standing up, your heart racing as you walked down the steps. The instant you were off the bleachers she charged causing you to act instinctively, hand slamming down on her arm. The sound of cracking bones and sloshing of flesh pulverized into goop from the force rang out as she fell back. “That’s exactly right! You see!” Her eyes glimmered with excitement and joy as she looked at everyone, her arm laying uselessly at her side as goop fell onto the ground. “Number 693 has increased strength, simple of very effective!” She looked pissed for a moment before sighing as a smaller female student walked forward, hands empty. “Do it fast, I’m busy!” She grower at the girl as she placed her hands on the limb. Miss.clover grunted as everything started to go back into place. Almost like it rewinded time itself to heal the wound. The goop and bits of flesh on the ground flew from the floor back to her arm. The second you blinked her arm was completely healed. She flexed it before ruffling her hair.
