CHAPTER 6- CRUEL TRAINING BEGINS
All 1000 reds were still running. The yellow fag was sitting down on a wooden bench. He was smoking a large cigar and had a bottle of rum and a cup on a small table next to him. On his laps he had a half-eaten oversized sandwich.
"MOVE IT! MOVE IT! NOBODY GET LEFT BEHIND! 10 MORE LAPS!"
Everyone was sweating and really tired. They wanted to stop running but were afraid of the yellow. Suddenly, a small red felt too tired and his body couldn't take it anymore. He simply fell and rested on the ground. The yellow stood up and called some guards.
"STAND UP!"
The red didn't move.
"GUARDS! COME GET THIS USELESS PIECE OF JUNK! LOCK HIM UP AND SCHEDULE AN EXECUTION! THIS IS THE REASON WE LOSE WARS! WIMPS LIKE THESE! THE FOG ALWAYS WINS BECAUSE THEY TRAIN MORE AND HARDER! I DON'T WANNA SEE THIS PIECE OF SHIT AGAIN! GUARDS! I SAID TAKE THIS USELESS THING AWAY!"
Two guards came rushing in the room/building and grabbed the red by both arms. They brought him out of the building.
"WHAT ARE YOU CURIOUS FAGS LOOKING AT? KEEP RUNNING!"
The reds resumed running. The yellow Pikmin started muttering something to himself and sat back down. He took a bite from his sandwich. The reds started to chat amongst themselves.
"They're gonna execute him just for falling down? Is that guy crazy?"
"Nah. I don't think they're gonna execute him. I think he just said it to scare us."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
They kept chatting until they heard a gunshot outside. They resumed chatting.
"HEY! NO CHATTING THERE! IT MAKES YOU EVEN MORE TIRED! YOU DON'T WANNA END UP LIKE THAT PIECE OF TRASH OUT THERE WHO JUST GOT EXECUTED, RIGHT?"
The reds stopped chatting but resumed after about 3 laps.
"They really did kill him!"
"So cruel..."
Later...
Finally, after their 20th lap, they were done. They stopped right after finishing the 20th lap and some sat down and rested.
"NO RESTING! STAND BACK UP AND RUN TO THE CORNER OF THE GYM AND START YOUR 200 PUSHUPS!"
The reds couldn't believe it. Anyways, they ran to the corner and spread out on one big mattress. They started doing their pushups.
"Is this guy crazy? We just did 20 laps around this big-ass room, which is about 20 miles so 1 hour of running, and now he wants us to do 200 pushups without even giving us a break? We can't do this!"
The yellow stood up after finishing his sandwich and walked to where everyone else was. He sat down on another nearby bench to check on everyone. They did about 40 push-ups by now.
"YOU! GET LOWER! YOU! BRING THAT ASS DOWN! YOU! STOP TREMBLING! YOU! PUT THOSE LEGS TOGETHER! I WANT THE PUSHUPS TO BE EXACTLY 200, NO LESS! AND THEY HAVE TO BE PERFECT! HEAR ME? PERFECT!"
Everyone was disgusted and freaked out at the same time. Bob and Brian were sweating like crazy. They were trembling a bit. Joe didn't look that tired. The 20 laps didn't even generate a drop of sweat and he was doing his push-ups fine.
"YOU! COME HERE!"
Joe looked up. The yellow was staring at him.
"Me, dude?"
"Yes, you. Get over here!"
Joe stopped and stood up. He walked through the other reds and stood right in front of the yellow.
"WHY AREN'T YOU SWEATING?"
"I don't know, man."
"ARE YOU TIRED?"
"Sorta. Why, home dog?"
The yellow stared at Joe.
"You have guts. And strength. We need one like you in this war. Nobody ever called me a 'home dog' or a 'dude'. How come you're so strong? TELL ME!"
"God, I thought I already told you! Listen, fag! I said I don't know! You deaf or something?"
Everyone else doing pushups was listening to the conversation. Bob and Brian knew that if Joe kept talking like that to that deadly yellow he would be executed right in front of everyone.
"What did you call me?"
"You heard! I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS AND ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER!"
The yellow was speechless. No red Level 1 Soldier ever talked to a yellow Level 12 Fruit Soldier like that ever before.
"I WOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!"
"Then why don't you?"
"BECAUSE WE NEED SOLDIERS LIKE YOU IN THIS WAR! IF EVERYONE WAS LIKE YOU IN HERE WE WOULD HAVE DESTROYED THE FUCKING FOG ALREADY! GET BACK THERE AND RESUME THOSE PUSH-UPS!"
"Chill pill man, chill pill."
Joe slowly went back to his spot next to Bob and Brian. He got down and resumed his push-ups.
"Joe, don't EVER say that again."
"Dude, that guy is a total fruit. SERIOUSLY. He wasn't gonna execute me, he was gonna-"
"Enough..."
The yellow was counting the push-ups. Finally he counted up to 200.
"EVERYONE STAND UP!"
That's what they did. Everybody hoped that they could have a break.
"FIVE MINUTE BREAK! NO WATER FOR ANYONE! JUST SIT DOWN!"
"Oh wow."
Everyone sat down while the yellow started walking for the gym's door. He got out of the building. Five minutes later, he came back in with about 50 guards following him. The guards were holding 10 strange-looking weapons in their hands. They put the weapons down and went back outside. They all came back in with another strange-looking weapon. It was different from the previous one. They set them down on the floor and made a pile. The guards went back outside and closed the door.
"EVERYONE GET HERE! YOUR FIVE MINUTES ARE OVER! RUN OVER HERE!"
Many reds were still very tired and sweating, but they still stood up and ran to the other corner of the room, where the yellow was standing and the big piles of weapons were. The reds arrived.
"EVERYBODY GRAB A WEAPON! 500 GET ONE FROM THIS PILE! 499 GET ONE FROM THIS OTHER PILE!"
Everyone grabbed a weapon. The weapon Joe and Brian were holding was very cool. It was all red and very clean, as they could see their own reflection on it. It had 'FT' stamped on it with yellow bold letters.
"This thing is hella cool! I wonder what it is, though..."
Bob grabbed the other weapon. It was kinda longer and was also very clean and red. Two orange bold letters were stamped on it on one side, 'HF'. Bob wondered what 'HF' meant.
"LISTEN! TODAY WE WILL START OUR MAIN WEAPON'S TRAINING! IT'S GETTING DARKER OUTSIDE AND YOU WILL GET INTO YOUR ONION WHEN WE END THIS TRAINING! YOU WILL WAKE UP TOMORROW AT 11 AM AND END THE TRAINING AT 11 PM!"
"Get back on the subject, homie..."
"THE WEAPONS WITH THE 'FT' ON IT ARE FLAME-THROWERS! THOSE HAVE A SHORT RANGE BUT ITS FIRE IS OVER 1,000,000 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT! TO TURN IT ON YOU PRESS THE SMALL BLACK BUTTON ON TOP!"
"Cool..."
"YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR THREE BEEPS AND THAT'S THE SIGNAL THAT IT'S READY TO FIRE! TO FIRE YOU MUST PRESS THE TRIGGER DOWN! THAT'S IT FOR THE FTAME-THROWER!"
"What about the other one?"
"SHUT UP, I WAS GONNA TELL YOU! THE ONE WITH THE 'HT' IS A HOMING-FLAME!"
"What the fuck is a Homing-Flame?"
"FAGGIT, ONE MORD WORD OUT OF YOU AND YOU ARE GONNA BE THE TARGET! A HOMING-FLAME IS A DEVICE THAT SHOOTS A BLAST OF FLAME THAT FOLLOWS THE TARGET WHEREVER IT GOES! THE FIRE IS NOT AS HOT AS THE FLAME-THROWER'S BUT IT'S STILL HOT ENOUGH TO MELT STEEL! TO LOCK-ON TO THE TARGET YOU MUST FIRST TURN THE HOMING-FLAME ON! PUSH THE BLACK BUTTON AND IT WILL INSTANTLY BE READY!"
"Wow..."
"THE SCREEN ON THE FRONT WILL BE FACING YOU! THE BLUE IMAGES ARE THE ENEMIES AND THE RED IS THE FLAME! HOMING-FLAMES LOOK UP!"
Everybody who had a HF looked up and on the ceiling they saw shapes of Pikmin made to look like enemies. The HFs started beeping.
"THAT BEEPING MEANS THAT THERE ARE ENEMIES ON THE SCREEN! IT'S THE BLUE THINGS! THERE WILL BE A DIAMOND-SHAPED THING THAT WILL GO ON THE BLUE THING AND WHEN LOCKED ON THE MACHINE'S BEEPING WILL BE LOUDER!"
Many HTs' beeping got louder.
"TO SHOOT THE BLAST YOU HAVE TO PRESS THE TRIGGER! DO THAT NOW!"
Everyone pressed a trigger and instantly 499 blasts of plasma were shot (the blasts looked like the Plasma Beam at Metroid Prime if you know what I'm talking about). All the blasts simultaneously hit all the targets up there.
"GOOD! NOW ITS 11 PM, SO EVERYONE GET OUT OF HERE AND IN THE RED ONION REPLICA! HUSTLE, HUSTLE!"
Everyone set down their weapons and got out of the building and into the red Onion. Inside reds were giving out cards. Joe got one.
"It says, 'You got room 10029. Walk up, right, pass through seven bathrooms, turn left and down the stairs. The first door on your left will be 10029.'"
So that's what they did. In the room were three beds and they jumped on them. They instantly fell asleep. What kind of cruel and heartless training will be forced tomorrow?
Yup. This is a story kinda in between the rating T and M. So there's lots of swearing and in the next chapters there will be lots and lots of killing, torturing, blood, and all those other things. KirbyXtreme is here to remind you to REVIEW THIS FANFIC!