Disclaimer: See part 1
Author's Note: Like I promised here's nice long part. It's also darker than the previous ones.
S is for Spy: Virtual
They said most of us wouldn't have the capacity to kill.
Sir showed us a big list of numbers on an overhead projector. The print was way too small to read so I just squinted my eyes and nodded when he looked at me. Sir said the numbers came from the "World Wars". The tiles were the only parts big enough to see. One said "Statistics from the 'Battle of the Bulge'". Sounded like some kind of diet plan to me.
The numbers meant most of the soldiers who died had never fired their weapons. And most had been shot in the back.
They were running away.
Sir said less than thirty percent of people could fire a gun at another person. I don't know why, the triggers push pretty easily.
All this meant was it was time for a new game.
We marched in lines to a room I'd never seen before. It was full of monitors and electronic equipment. Sir gave us each a head- set and a really heavy pair of gloves. We got a gun too but it was fake. It was bright red and kind of roundish.
This game was called Virtual and Sir said it would be the hardest one yet. There would be a test on it tomorrow.
Test?
What a stupid game.
I looked at all my equipment not sure how twenty-five of us would play in such a small room. It looked like the game Timmy's big brother had. It was his favorite so we weren't allowed to play. But I snuck a turn once. When I put on the goggles it was like being in a raft on a river. It wasn't a good game though. It made me sick.
We each had a lane like the shooting lanes so I couldn't see the others. Sir said to put on the headsets. The floor in my lane started moving. I put on the headset.
The room was empty.
I walked around totally confused. My equipment was gone. All but the gun. And it wasn't the fake one anymore it was my gun from the lanes.
I left the room into the empty white hallway. My footsteps sounded so small. There was no one anywhere.
I was nearly at the end of the hall when running footsteps started at the other end. They were loud and heavy. A grownup's. Sirs maybe.
I turned around. But I'd never seen this man before. He was dressed in a nice suit like Sirs though. He shouted and another man burst from a door in the hallway. I jumped back out of the way around the corner. They were coming fast toward me.
I peeked around cautiously wondering where they were going so fast. There was a deafening bang and the plaster of the wall above me exploded.
One of them had fired his gun. At me.
My blood all rushed to my head the same way it does when mommy tells embarrassing stories. But then it rushed off again and I felt woozy. Even it was scared.
I was running before I even knew it. But they were catching up. This was a race I wouldn't win.
I recognized the door in front of me. It lead to a big indoor playground.
I threw my weight against the heavy metal door and slipped inside. It shouldn't have opened. Sir always had to use a credit card to get inside before.
The room was huge and pitifully bare of hiding places. Maybe I just got lucky and someone didn't shut the door again. Maybe the men would need a credit card. Sir said maybes got you killed.
There was a ladder built into the wall by the door. I climbed it faster than I ever had before and grabbed the ring at the top. The rings went all the way across the ceiling and Sir timed how fast we could do them. But I didn't want to cross today.
I swung on the ring and wrapped my legs around the rafter it was connected to. My dress flew up around my waist. Now I know why I hate dresses so much. But I couldn't fix it now.
The door opened and the men came in. I wasn't scared anymore. The bad guys never look up.
They just don't.
When the men left I waited until I couldn't hold on anymore before coming down. I had no plan, no 'objective' so I had to make my own. As long as I thought about the objective I wouldn't be scared.
I decided I should get outside. If these men were chasing people around with guns everyone would have run away outside.
There was a short hallway leading from the door on the other side of this room, it went outside. I ran as fast as I could across the room. My footsteps sounded much louder.
I had to lean back on my heels to pull the door open. Then I had to hold it just a crack while I got my breathing quiet.
I peeked around the corner. My blood all went to my head again. There was another bad guy facing away from me. Looking out my escape door. I had to get past him. I just had to.
That's when I remembered my gun. He wasn't too far away. As far as the target in the shooting lanes. I stepped through the door and got in the right stance. I focused on his head just like it was the bull's eye of the paper target.
But he turned right before I pulled the trigger. I jerked and froze in surprise. The bullet didn't.
When it hit it was nothing like the paper target. That just leaves a little hole. This hole was in his chest; it was dark red and grew and grew...
I ran over to the man, forgetting to be afraid. His eyes rolled around when he looked at me. Blood gushed from his chest. He didn't yell at me or try to get up and fight like bad guys are supposed to.
He cried for his mother.
The blood got all over my dress and made the floor slippery. I turned around and threw up. That made the floor even more slippery.
I slid and fell down on my knees. My stomach heaved but there was nothing left in it to throw up.
They said most of us wouldn't have the capacity to kill.
Now I knew why. I would never shoot anyone ever again. I didn't want to see another gun.
The gunshot had alerted another man. He ran from the door I'd come through.
I shot him too.
Author's Note: Like I promised here's nice long part. It's also darker than the previous ones.
S is for Spy: Virtual
They said most of us wouldn't have the capacity to kill.
Sir showed us a big list of numbers on an overhead projector. The print was way too small to read so I just squinted my eyes and nodded when he looked at me. Sir said the numbers came from the "World Wars". The tiles were the only parts big enough to see. One said "Statistics from the 'Battle of the Bulge'". Sounded like some kind of diet plan to me.
The numbers meant most of the soldiers who died had never fired their weapons. And most had been shot in the back.
They were running away.
Sir said less than thirty percent of people could fire a gun at another person. I don't know why, the triggers push pretty easily.
All this meant was it was time for a new game.
We marched in lines to a room I'd never seen before. It was full of monitors and electronic equipment. Sir gave us each a head- set and a really heavy pair of gloves. We got a gun too but it was fake. It was bright red and kind of roundish.
This game was called Virtual and Sir said it would be the hardest one yet. There would be a test on it tomorrow.
Test?
What a stupid game.
I looked at all my equipment not sure how twenty-five of us would play in such a small room. It looked like the game Timmy's big brother had. It was his favorite so we weren't allowed to play. But I snuck a turn once. When I put on the goggles it was like being in a raft on a river. It wasn't a good game though. It made me sick.
We each had a lane like the shooting lanes so I couldn't see the others. Sir said to put on the headsets. The floor in my lane started moving. I put on the headset.
The room was empty.
I walked around totally confused. My equipment was gone. All but the gun. And it wasn't the fake one anymore it was my gun from the lanes.
I left the room into the empty white hallway. My footsteps sounded so small. There was no one anywhere.
I was nearly at the end of the hall when running footsteps started at the other end. They were loud and heavy. A grownup's. Sirs maybe.
I turned around. But I'd never seen this man before. He was dressed in a nice suit like Sirs though. He shouted and another man burst from a door in the hallway. I jumped back out of the way around the corner. They were coming fast toward me.
I peeked around cautiously wondering where they were going so fast. There was a deafening bang and the plaster of the wall above me exploded.
One of them had fired his gun. At me.
My blood all rushed to my head the same way it does when mommy tells embarrassing stories. But then it rushed off again and I felt woozy. Even it was scared.
I was running before I even knew it. But they were catching up. This was a race I wouldn't win.
I recognized the door in front of me. It lead to a big indoor playground.
I threw my weight against the heavy metal door and slipped inside. It shouldn't have opened. Sir always had to use a credit card to get inside before.
The room was huge and pitifully bare of hiding places. Maybe I just got lucky and someone didn't shut the door again. Maybe the men would need a credit card. Sir said maybes got you killed.
There was a ladder built into the wall by the door. I climbed it faster than I ever had before and grabbed the ring at the top. The rings went all the way across the ceiling and Sir timed how fast we could do them. But I didn't want to cross today.
I swung on the ring and wrapped my legs around the rafter it was connected to. My dress flew up around my waist. Now I know why I hate dresses so much. But I couldn't fix it now.
The door opened and the men came in. I wasn't scared anymore. The bad guys never look up.
They just don't.
When the men left I waited until I couldn't hold on anymore before coming down. I had no plan, no 'objective' so I had to make my own. As long as I thought about the objective I wouldn't be scared.
I decided I should get outside. If these men were chasing people around with guns everyone would have run away outside.
There was a short hallway leading from the door on the other side of this room, it went outside. I ran as fast as I could across the room. My footsteps sounded much louder.
I had to lean back on my heels to pull the door open. Then I had to hold it just a crack while I got my breathing quiet.
I peeked around the corner. My blood all went to my head again. There was another bad guy facing away from me. Looking out my escape door. I had to get past him. I just had to.
That's when I remembered my gun. He wasn't too far away. As far as the target in the shooting lanes. I stepped through the door and got in the right stance. I focused on his head just like it was the bull's eye of the paper target.
But he turned right before I pulled the trigger. I jerked and froze in surprise. The bullet didn't.
When it hit it was nothing like the paper target. That just leaves a little hole. This hole was in his chest; it was dark red and grew and grew...
I ran over to the man, forgetting to be afraid. His eyes rolled around when he looked at me. Blood gushed from his chest. He didn't yell at me or try to get up and fight like bad guys are supposed to.
He cried for his mother.
The blood got all over my dress and made the floor slippery. I turned around and threw up. That made the floor even more slippery.
I slid and fell down on my knees. My stomach heaved but there was nothing left in it to throw up.
They said most of us wouldn't have the capacity to kill.
Now I knew why. I would never shoot anyone ever again. I didn't want to see another gun.
The gunshot had alerted another man. He ran from the door I'd come through.
I shot him too.