Chapter 2 – Training day: part 2

I was teleported to my new school. The school that taught me about how the tournament worked. I nervously walked out of my teleporter and walked down the bare path to the entrance to the school. The yard was deserted. All it was were a few dead trees sticking out of some blackened soil.

I looked up to see the usual weather. It was always raining and there were always thunderstorms. It had been like this since the year 3579XX. It was now the year 3597XX.

I hated it here. But as soon as I passed the test at Tournament school, I could leave this wasteland dump. Walking up to the rusted, dirty entrance, I took in the half rotted school. I had no idea what happened in there but I was shore it would be fun. I smiled at this thought.

The school was mostly red, there were cracks in the wall here and there but apart from the nice brickwork, it looked like something a dog had spat out. It had a half formed bell that was a brown-orange colour from rusting. This hang from, what looked like a chewed tower? The whole thing looked like a disgrace. The roughly two floors high building was roughly two floors high. It had a massive width but part of the school was collapsed.

I was at the door. I knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" A sharp, strict voice said through a speaker.

"Sam Robinson, I'm a new student here." I replied. I was scared, the person inside sounded harsh and strict.

"Come in please."

With these words the door clicked and swung open. I back flipped to dodge the door.

Inside the school was a wooden corridor with pictures of famous champions. One I recognised from my dream. The half robotic figure of Xan Kriegor. His face and soldiers, that were all that was shown, was like a tin can stuck on to the top of a dustbin. The head was a gold/yellow colour and in the place of eyes was a green visor. There didn't seem to be a mouth or nose and the top of his head was flat.

I'd read books about Xan. He had had a temporary break after Malcolm kicked his a in 3139. Malcolm was now dead after Xan beat him in a one on one tournament grudge match. Since Xan was a half-robotic organism, he had been preserved to kill challenger after challenger.

In front of me was a massive wooden door, I walked up to it, opened it, then walked through it.

A whole class turned to greet me. A teacher also looked up from writing to tell me I was late. I already knew this. I walked over to the only available desk. I sat down on the small wooden seat. In front of me was a small wooden desk and beyond that was a small, tanned skinned girl. She had short black hair, covered by a small army cap. She was wearing a small, red tank top and short, blue shorts. She was thin and wore black trainers.

"Now where were we?" The teacher said. "Oh yes, we were going round the class saying our names, age and favourite weapon in the tournament and the reason why. We had got to you."

She pointed to the girl in front of me.

"Me?" The girl in front of me said. She was pointing at her-self. Her voice was medium pitched and calm.

"Yes you!" The teacher replied sternly. The girl withdrew a bit and made a strange mouth shape.

"Okay, okay!" She replied. She was pushing air away from her with her gloved hand. The glove was like mine.

She stood up and put her hands together.

"My names Tamika Scotman." She started. "I'm seventeen and my favourite weapons the lightning gun. The reason why?" She paused. "Cause you can kill people in one shot. How?" She paused again. "By a head shot." She shot an imaginary lightning gun at the teacher. It looked like she was looking down a sniper scope.

"Tamika sit down now!"

"Yes miss." She quickly sat down.

"Now you late boy!" She pointed at me and the whole class snickered.

"Well..." I started nervously.

"Stand up boy!" The teacher screeched at me. She was wearing a pink top and a white dress with pink flowers on. Her face was deformed and wrinkly and glasses that made her look extremely mean covered her dark blue, almost black eyes. She had curly white that looked like a wig on her head. She wore black shoes.

I stood up. Every face in the class had turned to face me. I noticed that Tamika had a strand of hair covering one eye. It was about the length of her face.

"Isn't this a bit childish." I said. "I mean, most of us are seventeen. I thi..." I was cut off there.

"YOU WILL DO AS THE TEACHER SAYS BOY!" The teacher pointed at me again and was screaming her head off. The class snickered again.

"Okay, okay." I did the same action as Tamika did when she said that.

"Well I'm called Samuel Robinson, but you should call me Sam cause otherwise I'll beat the snot out of you."

"Excuse me!" The teacher gasped.

"Sorry miss." I apologized. "Anyway, I'm seventeen and my favourite weapon is the minigun because its rapid fire. Its light, only ways eight kilograms. I think its fast and strikes hard. Like its two firing modes. The primary being fast and furious, perfect for close combat assaulting, the second being slower and more powerful and more accurate. I personally only use the secondary fire if I there's hardly any ammo left. That brings me onto ammo." I paused, checking that I had the whole classes attention. The all had their mouths wide open, astonished at how much I knew. Even the teacher was amazed. "The minigun has the most ammo out of all of the tournament guns. With the total capacity for three hundred bullets. I also like it cause it has the handle colour of green. I like green, its one of my favourite colours. Anoth..."

The teacher who had by now secured her mouth into the closed position cut me off.

"I think that's enough Sam." She was doing hand actions showing that she was afraid to hear more.

I sat down. The rest of the class managed to shut their mouths.

"Well, now that we know everyone and their favourite guns, thank you Sam." She managed to put in. I smiled at this. "We will see what your like at using them."

We all stared at the teacher.

"But Miss. Damarat?" Tamika put her hand up.

"I'll explain it!" The teacher known as Miss. Damarat growled.

"Sorry miss." Tamika slowly lowered her hand.

"You will be put in an arena, I assume you all have protective equipment." The whole class nodded. There were about twenty of us. "We will give you masks since that's the only thing you'll need.

"Why?" A tall boy questioned. Miss. Damarat ignored him and carried on.

"You will be given you're favourite weapon, to start off with. This will be loaded with the correct amount of paintball bullets."

"COOL!" I shouted. "PAINTBALL!" The whole class stared at me. I closed my mouth and hung my head in shame. Miss. Damarat carried on.

"They will all fire the same as they usually do. Scattered about the arena will be the things you will usually find in an arena." She paused. "Here are the rules." She paused again. "If you get hit on the head, that's an auto-kill. If you get hit in the area of the heart, that's an auto-kill. If you get hit on the leg three times, you will be counted as lost in combat. If you get hit on the arm three times, that counts as unable to use weapon." She paused again. "If you get killed, or are lost in combat, you will be teleported out. If you are unable to use your weapon, you are able to go and get a health pack and heal your arm. If you run out of ammo then you are able to get more at the recharge stations." Another pause. Her eyes were scanning the room for puzzled faces, she found none. "The recharge stations are under the scoreboard. The scoreboard shows who's left in the match."

"Miss?" A girl shouted out.

"Be quiet girl!" Miss Damarat snapped.

The girl sat down and hung her head in shame.

"If you get killed you drop your weapon. You may pick up a second weapon and put it on your back. You wouldn't be able to carry any more in the real thing." She paused. "Gather round class."

We all got out of our seats and gathered around the teacher's old, wooden desk. Behind her was a glass cabinet that had a number of weapons in. Three of each of the tournament weapons.

"Sam, you may pick first since you knew the most about your weapon."

I smiled at this and grabbed the green handle of the minigun.

The minigun had a dark green handle. On this was a handle that had a trigger attached to it. It had several lights on; one was to show what firing mode it was on. Mine was on primary at the moment. Out of the metal green handle came eight long cylinders. Seven thin silver ones round the outside and a thicker one on the inside. These were connected near the end and near the handle by thin metal plates. The outer cylinders were used for the primary fire, the inner one was used for secondary fire. Straight after the handle were some cogs. These surrounded the outer side of the outer cylinders. Out of the right hand side of the handle came a small green cylinder. This had a cog on the end that was inline with the cogs on the cylinders. This bit turned the cylinders around.

"Sam, go out of the room and then take the second door on the right. DON'T GO UP THE STAIRS!" Miss. Damarat ordered. I knew from the second I met her she would be a mean person.

I followed her instructions and ran out the door. I was ecstatic to start.

'The second door on the right' I was told. The door was small and made of metal. It was a futuristic change to the building that was falling apart.

I opened the door.

Inside was a line of teleporters. The glass cylinders stuck out of the metal ground like thorns from a bush. On one side of the door, there was a line of black helmets. The walls were black and there was no light apart from the light emitting buttons in the teleporters.

I shut the door. I could hear my feat play the metal floor, like a background beat in a musical.

Standing, in what looked like the centre of the room I saw the door open. Tamika walked in. The rest of the class followed.

"Now." Miss. Damarat paused. "All of you grab a helmet."

We all walked to a helmet and picked it up. They were extremely tough and each one had a shaded visor.

"Now walk into a Teleporter and go to the arena."

We all walked over to our corresponding Teleporter and stepped in. I noticed boys with rocket launchers, flak cannons and girls with Bio-rifles and Sniper rifles. One thing that surprised me was that one boy had chosen an assault rifle. The most basic and weak weapon ever.

I closed my door and pressed a button. My body got separated into particles and I was teleported to a dark arena. There were only a few black walls and the ground seemed muddy, there was defiantly a second floor.

"Start NOW!" Miss. Damarat announced through the loud speaker.

With those words I sped off, scanning the area too see who was near. Blood seemed to be splattered on the wall, but you could tell it was fake.