"X-25," A guard announced. I looked up as he opened the cell door, he and a few other very buff men pulled me out of my cage. I saw a glimpse of Doctor Rice as I was pulled away. I knew what was going to happen, thanks to the fact that Donald had warned me. I was about to start my training, whatever that was. I thought I was ready for anything they threw at me, but, of course I was wrong.
"Welcome back to the training room, X-25," Rice said. He smiled, and clutched a clipboard under his arm. I looked around. The room had been reorganized. Now, and mirror separated half of the training room, and there was a fighting rink set up in one half, and a room full of chairs in the other. I had a fairly basic idea of what was going to happen. I knew I was about to be evaluated, but I didn't know on what.
Rice went to the half of the room with the chairs, and I was dumped into the one with the fighting rink. I watched as I was sealed into the room. I went up to the mirror, and looked at it. I pounded on it, and yelled,
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" No answer. I sighed, and looked around. Maybe I was supposed to escape. I didn't know what to do, so I hopped into the fighting rink, and surveyed the area. Someone else had just been thrown into the rink. An adult, most likely a mutant. I looked at them, not sure what to do. The mutant was a girl, she had pale skin, dark brown eyes, pale blonde hair, and a boxy shaped body. She was almost my opposed. I had dark brown almost black hair, tan skin, bright green eyes, and a fairly curvy body.
She approached the fighting rink, and entered it. She looked me up and down, as if sizing me up. I was most likely three or four inches shorter than her. Before I could even register what she was doing, she lunged at me. I jumped out of the way, and shoved her sideways. She stumbled onto the floor, but quickly caught herself. I stared at her. Apparently they had told her what was going on.
"Fight to the death it is," I muttered under my breath as she launched herself at me again. I caught her this time, and shoved her into the side of the fighting rink. She growled at me, and kicked me back. I stumbled, then got up. I cracked my knuckles and dodged as she threw herself at me. After a minute of her attacking and me dodging, I threw a punch. The blonde girl was so taken back she stumbled and landed on her butt. I picked her up by the collar of her white shirt, and punched her again, this time in the nose. Blood trickled from her nose as she stared at me, eyes darting back and forth. I dropped her and walked to the other side of the rink. Just then a popping noise was made, and two swords had dropped from the ceiling.
The blonde launched herself at them, and took both swords, and smiled up at me. I didn't blink. I pushed my shoulders back, and brought my claws out. The blonde grinned even bigger, and adjusted her grip on the swords. I noticed that electricity was pulsing from her arms to her swords. I growled, and she chuckled.
Then, simultaneously, we charged. Her swords clashed with my claws. Sparks flew, and I could feel electricity pulsing through me as her swords sliced through my skin. I screamed, and slashed at her with my claws, landing in blow after blow. She fell to the ground screaming. I had cut her hands off. Blood was everywhere. I was horrified with myself. But, at the same time, I knew I couldn't stop there. I hadn't even used my real power. I picked her up by the collar, and stood her up. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and she started screaming louder. Tears were pouring down her face. Her whole body had started trembling.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as she fell to the ground. Now, I could feel electricity pulsing through me, but this time, it felt good. Sparks flew from my hands. I breathed deeply. I was covered in blood. I shot electricity from my palm, and a tear slipped down my face. I killed her, I thought. Sorrow and hatred ran through me. Hatred for Zander Rice. I was going to make sure he regretted his life when I was through with him.