1) This fic is told from Jerome's P.O.V. There may be certain points where I will switch to Mitch's, but that'll only be for the bigger events of this fic.
2) I only ship their minecraft skins.
3) This fic was written without the aid of coffee. Just 1 hour and 45 minutes of non-stop electronic dance music. Literally. Sorry for any bad writing. Music effects the way I write.
Prologue:
"The boy I saw on the server. The way he stared back. The brown hair with eyes to match. The clothes that he wore. The golden dogtag necklace that glinted in the sun's light."
I sat back in my chair, observing the sheer number of fan's that gathered around me as I made my daily appearance. But one boy stood out to me. Anyone would pass him by, say that he looked average. But he shone bright and clear to me. It was as if he was the focus of my sights. Everything around him blurred, but he was clear as the day. I didn't know what was special about him.
His stare was solid, his rich brown eye bore into mine. He didn't smile, he didn't frown. He stood utterly expressionless, but his eyes stayed firmly in place, locked on mine. Something around his neck shone with intensity. A slight breeze ruffled the white cotton shirt and disturbed the shining object's rest. I just caught the golden necklace before the sharp light reflecting off of it snapped me back to reality, and I turned back to the others still crowded around me. When I looked back up, he was gone.
-CHAPTER 1-
"His smile was perfect, as was he."
I sat down at the round table, waiting to begin Team Crafted's weekly meeting. Everyone was there, except for Adam. Their chatter buzzed excitedly around me, but I stayed silent. I thought about the boy I had seen on that server.
I suddenly became aware of the hush in the room. Adam had arrived.
"Thank you for attending this week's meeting. I have a very important topic to discuss." He began. "Starting today, we're selecting a new member." Whispers erupted through the room as people began to discuss how they could find the new member.
"We have portfolios of potential members ready." He nodded to Dawn. She acted as an unofficial assistant/secretary to Adam. She slid several folders onto the table. There was one for every member of the team.
"The portfolio you open is the potential member that you will be contacting, and eventually, mentoring. The process will take about a month to complete, all in stages. Stage 1 is contacting and studying your student. Please open your folder." She instructed. And when I opened mine, I emitted a sharp gasp.
The boy I had seen on the server stared back at me, with the same emotionless expression as that day. "These trainees were selected among a large group of graduates of the Spawn City Academy of Survival and PvP. They graduated with outstanding final credits. Every student of the Academy shows inclination to joining our team. There will be no worry of your student rejecting your offer of mentorship. Stage 2 will be training your student in first their struggling points and later their stronger points. Stage 3 is the battle portion. Your students will be placed in a Hunger Games type scenario arena where they will fight until one is left standing. They will be the new member.
Please move the picture aside. You will find a data sheet." She explained. I pushed aside his picture to the sheet of data. It listed information about the person:
Name: Mitch Hughes Date of Birth: 03/03/1994*
Birthplace: Spawn City Weapon of Choice: Sword Final graduation grade: A/96%
Class: 1 Date of Graduation: 05/15/2012 Notes: His ability with a sword is phenomenal and is un-defeatable when using his weapon of choice. Struggles using heavier melee weapons such as an axe.
I looked up as I finished reading.
"Next page will have contact information. I highly suggest phoning first, then setting up a meeting." Dawn looked at the clock. "Now would be an excellent time to contact. Adam?" She turned towards the leader. He nodded.
"Meeting dismissed." He turned and left.
I went to my bedroom, and sat at my desk with a sigh. I picked up the corded phone that Team Crafted was supposed to use when doing business related to the Team. The number was the same for everyone, but when you were calling someone, it displayed your name. I still wasn't sure how it did it, but it just did. I dialed the number slowly. It rang three times before someone picked up.
"Hello?" His voice was deep, smooth.
"Hello, this is Jerome from Team Crafted. May I speak to Mitch Hughes?" I tried my best to sound formal and business-like, but my voice still wavered.
"This is Mitch." He replied. I bit my lip. The voice that sounded appealing in every way belonged to Mitch?
"I'd like to invite you to a mentorship in hopes that you will have what it takes to become a member of Team Crafted." I shifted in my seat, nervous.
"Really? That would be great! How does it work?" He asked enthusiastically.
"Well, I'll be your mentor for about a month's time. First, I need to spend some time with you. Get to know each other, and all that. Show you what being a member is like.".I explained.
"Awesome. Should we meet up sometime?" He suggested.
"As soon as possible. When are you available?" I wanted Mitch to win more than anything. Not only did I want to have this boy by my side as a member, but I didn't want to watch him die in the arena, even if they would respawn right after the event and emerge unhurt.
"Anytime is fine." He sounded excited.
"Well, how about we meet up for lunch and we can take on the afternoon together." I sat up in my chair.
"Sounds good. Want to meet up at that little coffee shop at the corner of Budder Avenue and Diamond street?" He asked.
"That's my favorite place to go..." I was baffled. Mitch must know more about me than I thought.
"Alright, I can meet you there in an hour, if that's ok." He said.
"Sure, see you then." I placed the phone down. I stepped out of my room as Quentin was walking past.
"Dude, my trainee's a girl. A hot one too." He bragged.
"Mine's a guy, but he's pretty hot too." I laughed without thinking. Quentin's eyes widened as he stopped short and looked at me.
"Uh- I mean hot as in... like he could really have a chance at winning. Wasn't that what you meant?" I covered.
"No... but Jerome... you know that we won't judge you if you... roll the other way, if you get what I mean." He said softly.
"I don't like guys, Quentin. Trust me." He looked unsure.
"Aright... if you say so.." He muttered, walking away. I liked girls, didn't I? Sure, I'd had my fair share of girlfriends all though my school years. Ugh... I didn't know right now.
I stepped into the common bathroom to check my fur. We all had bathrooms attached to our bedrooms, but I didn't want to go back to my room. I finally decided I looked ok before I headed out.