This is based on the Unreal Tournament series.

WARNING: SOME PEOPLE MAY FIND THIS VIOLENT

The bits in italics are part of a dream.

Chapter 1 – Training day.

Part 1

I was walking up a dirty, grey corridor, minigun in my hand. My arms swaying back and forth, like a pendulum on a Grandfather clock. My finger was enclosed on the small, metal trigger. I was scanning the area, looking in front of me, behind me. The walls had dried flesh on. Green flesh of the Gen Mo'Kai, the red of humans, the yellow of the Skaarj and the wet, white powder for the robots.

"Come Out Kreigor!" I shouted. The mistake I had just made was un-aware to me. I was in the grand final of the Tournament cup, facing the raining champion, Xan Kreigor.

I turned to see five rockets speed towards me, their red covered tips homing in on my heart. The last image I saw was his small, robotic body, laughing at my blood covered, dead one.

"Ah!" I screamed. "Phew, it was just a dream." I sighed, relief in my voice, I was safe.

I turned to see my alarm clock saying it was seven o'clock.

"SCHOOL!" I shouted. I jumped out of bed to be greeted by my Dads stern, straight face.

"Samuel Robinson! Your late for school, first day as well!" He had short, blond hair and a beard that was short-shaven. He had a small nose and a small mouth to go with it. His eyes were big and bright blue.

"Sorry Dad." I apologized, my voice felt low and pitiful. "I was just getting up when you came in."

"I can see that." He said, scanning my practically bare body. "I'll leave you to it just GET A MOVE ON!"

"Okay." I winced. He was angry, I could tell that.

He left the room and I walked over to my metallic wardrobe. In it was various clothes. The ones I needed were on the far right. They were:

Black body armour. These covered all of my main body apart from my stomach. It also covered my shoulders. I put this on first. It was quite heavy but didn't slow me down.

Silver shin Pads. These protected my shins from low shots and cuts. These were light and comfortable. These didn't slow me either. I put these on.

After the standard protection, I put on my dark green shirt. This just covered my body armour, but it did the job. Next were my combat trousers. These were black and padded around the knee area. They had several tears in, but I didn't mind. I also put some clean, black socks on.

Lastly, I put on my gripping gloves. These covered every area on my hand apart from the fingertips. They fat on me quite well and felt extremely comfortable. They were black and had gripping material on the palm side of the glove.

With this final clothing on I rushed out my bedroom door and ran down the green, carpeted stairs.

"Morning Mum!" I said as I walked into our yellow coloured kitchen. I hated it; it was way to yellow for me. The floor was yellow, the cupboards were yellow, and everything was yellow apart from the ceiling, which was white.

"Sweetie!" She ran over to me and hugged me.

'Oh boy' I thought. I hated it when she called me that.

My Mum had blond hair that stood up. She looked like a complete idiot, but that didn't bother her. She wore cat like glasses with red frames. Her dress was blue and long and she wore a completely different yellow top.

I hated the fact that she got to choose the colouring for the house apart from my bedroom.

"I can't believe you're going out on your first big journey. Promise me you won't get killed." She was now kissing me on my tanned cheek.

"I won't." I muttered. She was now scuffing up my blond hair. I gelled it up at the front every month. I had been told that it had 'evolved' from the old ones.

She looked into my hazel eyes. She was about to cry.

"Please promise me you won't be stupid." She was now crying.

"I won't. The only thing I'll be doing is killing." I made a gun shape with my hand, and pretended to fire.

She eyed me.

"I'd better go." I smiled and walked to the teleporter.

"Wait!" My Mum cried out. "You forgot your backpack. It has bandages and stuff in!"

"Mum, I don't need it, they provide bandages in the arenas, and I'll be fine!" I said again.

I looked at her sad grey eyes.

"Good bye Mum." I waved as I stepped into the cylinder that was the teleporter.

"Bye, take care!" She waved back.

"I will!" I shut the door on the metallic cylinder and programmed into the machine where I wanted to go.

Within seconds my small, seventeen year old body was evaporated in to particles and transported to the school I was about to begin. The school for the Unreal Tournament.