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Chapter 11: The Story of Sky and Dawn
It felt strange, sitting at a lunch table and going through the motions of a regular high school lunch hour. Cliques formed at tables, talking up a storm. It was a crowded lunch hall, including a few people who weren't in the Hunger Games challenge. I didn't know anyone, so I sat by myself mostly. People came and stopped by, talking about the came, but soon left with other things to do or outside work.
"Don't eat the cake."
I looked up as Jerome quickly swiped the cake off my plate and tossed it away. He took the seat across from me and Mitch took the one beside him. They had their own plates of food, though slightly eaten at. I smiled nodding. I had forgotten about the whole cake thing.
"Sorry...Ian just can't make cakes," he shrugged. "Good day?"
"Interesting one to say the least." I answered.
"Ty says your the quickest return of double ganger we've ever seen," mumbled Mitch.
"What is that? What is a double ganger?" I snapped.
"A double ganger is one recruit that not only shows up and denies the Sky Army but shows up again, accepting it the second time around," explained Jerome. "They're rare. Either you want in and stay in or you want out and forget."
"Double gangers usually don't show up days within each incident, but more years apart," added Mitch, taking a bit of his food.
"I see," I nodded.
"Any other questions...Ty can avoid them sometimes," hummed Jerome, leaning in.
I thought a moment but couldn't think of anything that puzzled me that hadn't been answered. Just as I was about to say no, something popped up. When Sky walked out in sorrow. I nodded.
"I don't know what happened...but whatever I said seemed to make Sky...upset. He looked just completely depressed..." I whispered.
"Remember what you said before that?" Mitch mumbled.
"Um...I was asking for a chance to save my friend..."
Mitch and Jerome exchanged glances, slowly turning back to me. They seemed to have the same hint of sorrow in their eyes that Sky did. Jerome moved his food aside, slowly glasping his hands together and leaned in.
"You ever wonder how Sky got here?" he murmured.
"What?"
"What led Sky to find the Squid Army or more so declare war against them?" Jerome elaborated. "Ever wonder?"
I shook my head.
"We heard this story from Ty because Adam doesn't talk about it much," Jerome went on. "So...Once upon a time, some two or three years ago, there was a young man name Adam and his lovely girlfriend...Dawn."
"They were old friends," continued Mitch, sitting on the table, "and one day they wanted to go to the beach. A nice one, but oddly not crowded. Rumor had it, a sea demon lived under the water and took those who did not believe in its power."
"They visited this beach, thinking it would fun and exciting. No one around, they enjoyed much of the day on the beach. Eventually, after a rather uneventful day, they decided to leave. They left and waited at the bus stop a few moments until Dawn realized she'd left something. So Adam went back for it."
"Adam rushed back, trying not to miss the bus home. Upon arriving at the beach, he found the item and something else," Mitch smirked at this.
"A squid, flapping about on the beach side. Adam didn't pay much attention to it. In fact, Adam wasn't much for...ocean dwellers unless they were in form of sushi. They were just...weird to him. He mumbled something under his breath and to his surprise the squid replied. Adam hurried off, thinking it was nothing but the heat getting to him. He ignored the squid's threat to him," Jerome looked around as if expecting someone to interrupt us.
"The next day, Dawn wanted to go back to the beach. Adam, thinking the events of the later evening were nothing more than dream, obliged. They enjoyed another day at the beach...until the two went swimming," Mitch sighed, glancing at Jerome. "We shouldn't be telling this story, Jerome..."
"What happened..." I begged. "Did...did..."
"Squids...hold grudges big time," Jerome offered.
"They fought back..." Mitch nodded, sighing. "Sky barely made it."
"Dawn did not."
I eyed my food. all appetite was gone. The memory of me shouting at him suddenly stung. Here I was arguing with him to let me save a friend when he couldn't save his. I felt bitter and sick. Mitch stood up, rubbing the back of his head. he nudged Jerome with his elbow.
"C'mon, biggums, we ain't done with the rounds yet," he mumbled.
"See ya later," hummed Jerome, standing up. He winked at me, adding, "Maybe next time we meet, you'll get a codename."
The two of them left, stopping by another table and getting wrapped up in conversation. I messed with my food a bit, feeling utterly sick and ready to prove it with a run to the bathroom. I could hear the rise of an argument back by the lunch line. I turned around just as someone screamed, "Do you know I had to do to make this cake!"
