Hello, this is my first fanfic but feel free to review with concrit so I can get better. This fic is dedicated to 7outof200 for being the first proper review. Also thanks to the two guests but please review with a name or account so I can thank you. Please review!
It was midnight and James was exhausted, he and all his friends had been partying all night. James was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard shouts outside in the corridor. He blindly walked through the darkness and switched the light on. He looked around his messy room, listening for the sound again. Which was when he heard someone picking the lock on the door. Was this some Red shirt's idea of a night time prank. His head was pounding and if it was he had a good mind to give them a slap. He was just about to go to hold the door to stop this new intruder from getting in when the door burst open and two strong boys came in.
James couldn't identify them because they were wearing masks. James's tired brain was half way to asking what they were doing before he worked out there body language was aggressive. James quickly dropped into a fighting stance, but the first boy quickly tackled James to the floor while the second boy threw some clothes he had got from James' cupboard at James and said in a gruff voice "get those clothes on quickly, we haven't got all night". James did as he was told and quickly got changed and put his boots on. James considered attacking them again as he went out through the door but then remembered how easily they had batted him off.
Once outside James saw a large group of CHERUBs of mixed ages being ordered into neat lines. He looked around and saw Bruce who had been stood next to him. He heard Bruce whisper to him,
"I think this is another one of Kazakov stupid training drills that always seem to happen in the middle of the night".
"Yeah I thought that to. Maybe he's nocturnal." replied James. Bruce smirked,
"I bet you wouldn't say that to his face."
They knew they were right as soon as Kazakov walked up in front of the group. The Large Russian who had fought for the Soviet Union on many occasions never failed to intimidate the slightly nervous CHERUBs before him.
"Right then", Kazakov's booming voice silenced everyone, "I have been told that you all can't all last as well as you could. Well my word for it is that you have become weak and pathetic. So we are going to play a little game. Here's how it works. There are security cameras and sensors set up all over the campus grounds. If you set off a sensor or get spotted by a security camera you will get shot." He indicated to a big bunch of white shirts all, holding high power paintball guns fitted with zoom scopes. James also noticed they had night vision goggles hanging round their necks. "There is a nice clean, hidden path at the end that will take you straight back to your bed. So all you have to do is get there. Also you should be careful of the booby traps that have been positioned in strategic positions because it hurts if you get caught."
James noticed the armed white shirts start to jog off. "Well" Kazakov said "once our lovely white shirts are in position, you can start" as he said that he pulled out a gas horn and pulled the trigger and the group of kids disbanded and started to run forward.