Hello there. I am completely utterly sorry I did not update sooner. I was out of town and *gasp* no computer for like a whole week. I almost died. But it's aiight cas I got to see Paramore, No Doubt, and Shinty Toy Guns. three of my all time favorite bands. Gotta love summerfest!
Enough boring you about my vaca, here is chapter six of Ashford Academy, i do hope you like it. Quick question tho, who wants to see Bella and Zeno either:
1. break up cleanly and remain friends and all is hunky dory
2. have a gigantignormous fight and hate each other and there is drama and yadda yadda yadda
3. not break up. SUCKS FOR YOU EDDIE AND JAKKE!
Answers in the reveiw are appreciated.

Enjoy!


Chappie Six
Hell day and what? A fight!

Song: Stronger by Kanye West (doesn't exactly relate to the whole chapter, but it goes good with the fight scenes)
EPOV

I'm not sure what I expected the training area to look like. Possibly a giant stadium the size of a football field with giant lights from every angle and all eyes on you. Perhaps a room closed in by walls with fluorescent lighting and speakerphones that yell directions at us. I'm not sure what my imagination created, but it was nothing like the training field.

I preferred my imagination.

The training field was in a giant warehouse beside the school, each troop apparently had their own in equal sizes. The walls were a boring grey, the lights old and fuzzy and at times would flicker, the floors were wooden and creaky, and the area smelled of must. For a school that prided themselves on their fighters, they surely did not show it.

Zeno directed us to what they called the "weapon area", where a handful of weapons lay neatly against the wall, some already rusting.

"Pick your weapon of choice, the one you use best and make your way to the middle of the training area, it's time for your first practice." I caught a hint of pleasure in his voice, almost as if he was excited for what was to come.

I thought back to what Bella had said last night, something about today being complete and total hell? Or perhaps that was another thing my mind made up. I really needed to start keeping track of what was real and what wasn't.

Jacob made his way to the weapons wall, carefully inspected all the weapons that lay across and shrugged.

"I don't need any weapons," he bragged and sauntered to the middle of the training area where everyone else waited.

I shook my head at his cockiness, something about the way everyone seemed to happy and almost mischievous put me on edge. I felt almost as if my life depended on the weapon I chose.

I glanced casually at all the weapons before me, swords, bows and arrows, spears, everything I could possibly imagine, but not in the best condition might I say. My eyes fell along something at the floor, a small pack barely recognizable between the clutter of weapons.

"I see you found the daggers." Bella's voice carried a slight curiosity in it, and a hint of annoyance.

I turned to her, the dagger pouch in my hand, "are they yours?" She smiled lazily, grabbing the dagger pouch from my hand.

She opened the lid of the pouch and pulled out a small silver dagger. She held it with care in her hand and slid the pouch carefully on the ground while examining the dagger.

"These were in much better shape when I first came here," she said, her voice carrying a slight remorse to it, "they used to be so much sharper, just touching the edge would cut you."

She slid her finger across the edge of the dagger, returning with a perfectly white hand, no cuts at all.

"It used to be the brightest shade of silver there was. So bright you had to avert your eyes, now it's a dull grey, worthless." She threw the dagger on the ground and walked away, back to the crowd of troops, boringly mingling with Jacob.

I picked up the used dagger and examined it in my hand. Perhaps there was some sentimental value to it? I picked up the pouch of daggers and carefully slid the dagger back in and made my way to the center of the training area.

I had my weapon of choice with me at all times, no daggers changed that.

BPOV

I don't know why I acted so strange with the daggers. It's not like they were mine or anything. They were just an old bag of daggers that no one really cared about anymore. But still, the shape and condition they're in now, they would do no harm. I don't know, maybe it was just all that we had been through together that had me on edge, perhaps it was the fact that Zeno wouldn't let me keep them, deciding to give me a new pouch.

I shook my head and turned to see Edward walking up, the pouch of daggers hanging around his shoulder.

"All right," Zeno began, "your first mission is to protect yourselves. We'll come at you from all directions and your job is to make sure we don't touch you. We all have on safety gear, so no worries about hurting anyone, plus we have the best healer on sight, so there should be no worries about injuries at all. Let's see what you can do."

With that we all walked away, leaving Edward and Jacob in the center alone. I almost pitied them; the way we were going to kill their ego's and pride almost seemed cruel, but it was a necessary lesson for Zeno to teach them.

Zeno wasn't merciless though, he'd start of relatively easy, have the first two people take it easy on them. First was Quil, his target was Jacob, of course. He would start easy, and then progressively become harder until Jacob couldn't deal.

He ran silently along the edge of the room, still in human form. I saw Jacob's head moving in the directions Quil was going, his nose sniffing the air.

Then with a loud roar Jacob turned. It was slightly beautiful watching them turn into such a massive and strong creature. It was also kind of disgusting. The way he scratched and tore at his skin, peeling away the organ and revealing furry hair beneath. Really? Why couldn't they just be like BOOM I AM A WEREWOLF NOW. No transformation required.

No, instead they had to go through this seemingly painful skin tearing, teeth growing, eyes bulging transformation that made me regret yelling at boys for thinking they have it harder. But really, menopause vs. transformations, its obvious which one sucks more. Point one for the ladies.

And now he was a giant massive beast, quite intimidating to any old human, but to me, he just looked like an overstuffed puppy. Oh and he had floppy ears too!

Quil's transformation, due to years of practicing, was utterly silent. Jacob didn't see it coming as the giant dog man sent all of his weight into Jacob and knocked him down. Jacob soon recovered though, and returned the favor by ramming his head into Quil's exposed stomach, causing him to whine in pain.

I turned to Zeno, watching him smile in satisfaction as the two dogs went at it. He turned to James, and with a nod of his head James took off.

Edward seemed more prepared for the attack, actually he seemed to know when it was coming and from what direction. Before my eyes could adjust he had a dagger already flying into James stomach, causing him to pause for a moment, but still continue on.

James tackled Edward to the ground in a ferocious anger, raising his arm to punch, but Edward was already off the ground and above James. It took only a moment for Edward to prepare himself to strike an attack against James, who was not ready to defend.

I saw the weak James on the ground, scrunching his face and readying himself for a massive blow, and I saw Edward, crouched before him, a snarl on his face. But then I saw something that really surprised me. I saw Edward unclench his fist and turn away, he walked a few feet before turning and waiting for James to stand up again.

Edward was merciful? I tuned to Zeno, who did not like this sudden change in heart. He motioned for James to get back up, but gave him a thumbs up, which meant for James not to hold back.

"Are you crazy?" I screamed to Zeno, who stood motionless, vexed at the fight to come, "Edward isn't ready for that. You saw him, he's good, but he's not ready for a full on fight. James is his superior!"

Zeno seemed to consider this, and smiled.

"Stop!" he shouted out, causing all four fighters to stand still. Zeno walked to the center towards Jacob and Quil and whispered something to them. He turned to Edward and James, Jacob and Quil continuing on with their fight.

Zeno whispered something to James, whose face dropped and turned to glare at me. Oh shit, what now?

Zeno beckoned for me to go to the center with his finger, a cruel smile on his face.

I started walking towards him, confused as to why, when I realized it. James was his superior; all of us were, except for me. He was going to have Edward fight me?

Okay, I know I'm a cocky bitch sometimes, but I mean it when I say Edward doesn't stand a chance against me. He probably hasn't even fought a witch before!

"Zeno?" I questioned a little hostility in my voice."

"Yes Bella?" he asked in complete innocence, as if he didn't see anything wrong with this plan. Duh! Wrong was written all over it. I just got my new roommate; I'd like to at least wait a year before I kill him!

"Well you said it yourself Bella, James is his superior. In fact, we all are, why except for you." He was smiling like a cocky asshole now, like he was so smart and brilliant and teaching me a lesson. Hello? I wasn't the one in need of lesson teaching, the newbies were!

"Yea, well in skill terms, I am far his superior!" I grabbed Zeno's elbow and pulled him aside, this one was gonna hurt him, "I'm your superior Zeno, and you know it. So don't do this and let James and him fight again, fairly."

Zeno frowned, and growled? Another point to Bella for blowing down the brick fortress surrounding her boyfriend's ego. I should be proud.

"Edward," Zeno said lightly, averting his eyes from me, "you may continue fighting James, for now."

I smiled in satisfaction, but was it worth the price I had to pay? I was almost fairly certain Zeno was going to literally kill me for this.

"And Bella," he turned to me, his upper lip pulled dup in a snarl, "we have to talk."

"About what?" I asked nervously.

"About just how long you will be staying in troop one."


Oh snap, didn't see that one coming did you? Reveiws are always lovely and they do make me happy to write more. Oh and they give me motivation to update possibly twice this week?
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-Cole