Well here is the second chapter thanks so much for reading. I received more views than I expected from just the first chapter. I hope the second Chapter lives up to the first one…I don't know if it does though.

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Boot Camp Hell

I was typing away on the supercomputer trying to calculate a code that would help me deactivate Xana faster. Nothing seemed to be working. The only thing I could think of would be sending actual people into the virtual reality and having them deactivate the towers.

It's not like it's impossible to do so, especially since the Franz Hopper left three huge scanners large enough to fit people into.

No, the only thing holding me back is that I would have to run more tests and scenarios then put real people's lives in danger.

Then again it's not like I have much say in the matter. I'm just the boy genius who thought he signed his custody over to the best school in Europe. Turns out I signed it over to a secret government military base, but at least I had access to the best books and educators.

Besides if any of the indications so far come true then this Ulrich Stern will probably be the first to be virtualized into Code Lyoko. I feel bad for the kid, but what can I do?

The thing I promise to myself is to do all I can to help him make each venture out alive to the best of my ability. That is the only thing I can do.

The elevator opens and reveals five military men with Ulrich Stern surrounded on all sides.

"Hey why did you put a muzzle on his face," I ask appalled by the treatment this boy was receiving.

"We had to Jeremie; he bit down hard on Lieutenant Mike in an attempt to escape! It's a deep wound too. This boy is a monster," a soldier looked at the kid in fascination.

I'll never get used to the term monster being considered as a good thing…only in the military.

"Well unchain him," I order, "I need to do a physical assessment on him and then run some tests on his compatibility with the scanners."

"Okay, just wait a moment," Mike said grabbing some disinfectant and bandages to wrap on his wound. I could see a trail of blood on the ground and looked at the angry boy. He seemed to be the popular type with his brown hair crafted carefully on his head and his athletic body. I wonder if we will be able to get along.

"Code 003427," Mike ordered one of his men.

The said man pulled out a shot and quickly stuck it into the boys arm causing the boy to slump into sleep.

"Why did you do that, now it's going to be more difficult for me," I sigh as I get up and walk over to the sleeping boy.

"No he would try to escape and he has not been tamed yet so this actually makes your job easier," Mike looked at the boy with distaste.

"He's not an animal. Have you even tried talking to him," I glare.

"Why try when he so desperately wants to flee," Mike glares back, "Just get your work done so I can get him to his room and make sure it is secured."

"Alright, then I should have the results by dinner," I answer as I motion for a soldier to help me move the boy.

"I'll be expecting good news," Mike said before walking off.

I wake up drowsily looking at the ceiling. I groan and slowly force my body to sit up. It takes a moment, but I realize I have no clue as to where the heck I am.

I look down at the pain in my arm and notice a puncture mark; it all comes back to me.

I can't believe they drugged me again! That's not fighting fairly.

I try to open the door and suspected right it was locked. Good thing I learned how to pick locks from a friend I made on the streets.

I pull two paper clips out of my shoe, straighten them out and pick the lock. Click.

Yes I got it! I open it to find another door with a security code. Darn I'm no good at things like this, but I can try to short circuit it and make it open. I look around until I find it and smile.

I grab the fire extinguisher and slam it against the keycard with numbers 0-9 sending the wires to give irregular shocks. I push on the door and it opens.

For a small moment I think I'm in the clear; that is until I see him leaning against the wall across from the door I just escaped from.

"Well you did better than I thought you would for being a kid who lacks initiative," the man who had first found me stated.

"Why are you here," I bristle anticipating a surprise attack.

"I'm here to introduce myself and to start your training. Names Cal, I'm the head of this secret operation, so anything you do I decide what happens to you."

"Are you threatening me," I ask with a frown.

"No, I'm letting you know your position," Cal states.

"Move," I growl.

"No can do, but what I can do is give you the opportunity to beat me in a battle. If you can do that I will give you a little reward," Cal smiled. He actually was smiling at me like I was his friend.

I could feel my guard lower a bit and it made me nervous.

"What kind of prize do you think I would want," I stare at him suspiciously.

"Letters," he said.

"Letters," I asked.

"Yes your parents have already sent one for this week. I will allow you to read and respond to them if you can beat me," Cal stated.

"I don't want to read their letters. Why would I want to," I turn my back toward him.

"You want to because even though you don't feel loved you can't learn to hate them and want their love," Cal smirked.

I snapped my head around, "So what, it will happen eventually!"

"You know you don't have it in you," Cal stared, "Anyway, enough of that I was thinking I should train you to use swords. With your ability, speed and stamina I think that weapon would suit you best."

"…Fine," I pause.

"Well then we should get going," Cal said grabbing my shoulder and walking behind me. Great he figured out I only agreed to find an opportunity to escape.

"So Ulrich, how much do you know about using swords," Cal asked casually as if we were good buddies.

"Video games," I shrug.

"Well here we are. This is the training room," Cal said locking the door behind us shut.

The loud click of the door locking freaks me out. Will this be so bad that I will try to escape? Must he lock the door?

All along the back wall are different types of swords, all very real and sharp. Suddenly, I wish I had stayed in the room and had not tried to escape. I search the entire place with my eyes and admit defeat on escaping the room. No windows, just two metal locked doors.

"Why is there so many swords," I ask, "Isn't that unnecessary."

"Picking a sword that suits you is also important in this fight," Cal stated with a wicked smile, "I'll be fighting with this sword here."

He plucks a long thick blade with a fancy handle. The weapon needless to say looks very threatening with Cal holding it in his hand as if it weighs nothing.

"….So I see," I glower.

This man, I feel he wants me to screw up my sword choice by picking something flashy in hopes that I will feel threatened and try to imitate him even though I know that sword doesn't do well with me.

Hmm, a sword that would suit me would be light, but strong. It's true my legs are strong, but it's clear my skills lie with being fast in soccer and decisive. My arms can't handle something huge, because I'm still growing. Still I need a sword that will be easy to switch my actions in mid swing so as to confuse my opponents and surprise them.

I search the overcrowded wall of swords and finally spot the sword that suits me. It's simple not showing of its decorations for it is, but a simple samurai sword.

Just as my hand reaches to grab it I feel the killer intent and throw myself into a roll away from the sharp end of the sword. I look up and glare while dodging his next strike.

"What did you think I was going to play fair? True enemies never play fair," Cal smiles darkly.

Well darn I need to find an opening or at the very least create one to get the sword. Then an idea hits me when he swings the sword behind his back and creates a large arc with the sword. With the sword heading straight down at my head I dropped down and kicked his ankle causing his balance to be distributed unevenly.

I ran past him grabbed the sword and just blocked his from my face in time.

"Not so easy of a prey now am I," I grin with triumph.

"Not bad, but I sure hope you can do better than that," he smirked. Then he attacked me at an even faster speed than before. On his third strike my arms shook as I attempted to hold my sword steady, a tremor gave chance for the semi deep cut on my cheek that is now profusely bleeding.

My hand clasps to my cheek from shock and the burning sting of the blade. Finally it hits me, this isn't a game.

"What a weak attempt boy you have to hold the sword and keep it steady. You wouldn't fight with your arms shaking that badly would you," Cal looks down at me with cockiness.

I don't even want to talk to him. I turn my head to the side avoiding looking at his face.

"I'll admit you picked the right sword for your abilities. Today we will stop here, but listen up this will be your only training to end so short and with so little injuries."

"Well, then I'll be going if you're finished talking," I said taking a step toward the exit.

"Hold on," Cal said gripping my shoulder, "Mike is here to escort you to the clinic room. I wouldn't want you to runaway now would I, especially not when your parents handed you over to me to take good care of you."

"You expect me to buy this trash that comes out of your mouth. I don't believe you," I shout.

"It doesn't matter if you do or not. All that matters is the results," Cal smiled.

"Hey Ulrich, I'm here to show you were the clinic is. That wound looks like it might need stiches," Mike said wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

I ducked and ran past him. However, it was of no use his footsteps followed closely behind me. Okay then lets speed things up.

I ran as fast as I could and created a bigger distance between us. Just as I made it to the end of the hallway and to the main room a man threw himself at me and landed on top of me.

"Ah, thanks Archie, that kid sure is a fast runner," Mike sighed.

"It seems the boy is bleeding," Archie stated as he looked at the blood on my cheek that dripped down to my arm.

"Well you know Cal he started training him. I was coming to you so you could patch the kid up before dinner and well, the usual as well," Mike smiled.

"So this must be the famous kid. He has been here only one day and rumors have spread about his disobedience. He seems to have a strong desire to escape…no, to be alone. Now come along boy I need to disinfect the wound and get a bandage on that face. I don't think you will be needing stiches this time," Archie said.

He was a calm guy and didn't seem to have any grudge against me, which is good because I'm pretty sure Mike and his men do.

"Sit down on the examination chair," Archie ordered.

I did as he said and kicked my legs back and forth while waiting. Archie may be a calm guy who doesn't hold resentment, but he was just as fit as the other military men at this operation. Plus I'm not eager to anger the guy who is to take care of my injury.

"You're not going to do anything bad are you," I asked staring at him suspiciously.

Archie turns around with a bottle of disinfectant, "I do what I am paid to do. If you think that is bad, then yes, it is bad to you. If you think that it is good then it is good to you."

"I hate riddles. I'm not really that great at understanding them," I frown.

"Simply put it all depends on how you see it because that is your version of the truth," Archie said, "Now tilt your head up this is going to sting a little."

He placed a cloth over the wound and it stung badly.

"Ouch," I mumble.

"Don't worry this stuff will stop hurting in no time, since Cal is the one training you. I expect we will become well acquainted," Archie stated.

I instinctively flinched, "Yeah, well I'm not looking forward to that. Can I go now?"

"Not just quite yet," Archie hummed and pulled out something from his pocket, "You'll need to wear this at all times until you are permitted to take it off."

"No way am I wearing that! I don't want to be chained to this place like a dog," I hiss upon seeing a dark green collar.

"This is the only thing that will protect you from the black static that attacked you Ulrich, it is imperative that you wear it. That thing tries to kill people and you are definitely one of its main targets," Archie responds.

Before I can leap away or even notice he had moved the collar is clipped around my neck.

"How dare you this is definitely the bad thing I was asking about," I growl.

"I'm doing my job, and it's not like you know my story so evaluating if what I did was right or wrong would be bias. Ulrich you may not like being stuck here, but the job you are given is to save this country. Another country is trying to hack into our government's information and a bunch of other things that can weaken France enough to be conquered," Archie pats me on the back.

"Well with the way Cal and Mike treat me I don't feel like staying. Its borderline abusive what Cal did today and he says it's going to get worse. I can't handle this I'm just a teenager," I complain.

"You can handle it you're a tough guy, now I can't help you escape, but if you ever need to talk about anything I am here and I promise to keep it confidential," Archie smiles.

"Mm," I respond without a word.

"So what are his results," Cal asks me.

"It appears he is very compatible to fight against Xana," I answer, "Extremely compatible, I don't think we will ever find someone else who comes near his compatibility range."

"So then it seems likely that Xana wasn't actually trying to kill him, but take over him so he could help fight against us," Cal said looking at me for confirm he was on the right track.

"Yes that would be highly likely," I assure him.

"Well then Jeremie we shall have him scanned in tomorrow after he has training with me. The test with the rat worked out fine so he should be safe," Cal determined.

A beeping noise sounded from Cal's monitor and he grinned.

"Well as I expected of him it seems that he has gone and tried to escape even with all the warnings and the collar on his neck. I'll never get tired of training him…I almost hope he doesn't break," Cal smiled as he stood up.

"If he is half as determined on Code Lyoko he will make a great warrior," I state.

"That's the plan," Cal responds.

"Now it's time for me to go punish bad children…or dog," Cal grinned at his own awful joke.

I silently wish Ulrich good luck.

"I'm sure glad I just deal with computers," I say aloud to myself.

"Now, now just what is my pet doing trying to break out when he knows there is no escape?"

"Cal go…to…hell," I manage to say.

"I see that you and electricity are going to be great friends! You really shouldn't try to escape anymore otherwise you'll keep being electrocuted," Cal smiled.

"Now we wouldn't want that would we?" Then Cal proceeded to place his foot on top of my stomach.

"You're a coward to fight battles this way," I gasp.

"Didn't you know, nothing in the military is a coward attack strategy," Cal smiled, "I think I'll break a rib to teach you not to run away. What do you think?"

"No," I shout. His foot lifted in the air comes crushing down onto a rib and I feel it give.

Before I could even scream his gloved hand was over my mouth. Slowly he released.

"Run away again and it only gets worse. Guess you'll be eating dinner with Archie tonight," Cal smiled with his fake sweetness.

The pain is awful; every breath creates a movement on the ribcage and puts pressure on the broken rib. The world is going black and losing focus. I struggle to see anything, but then it becomes pitch black into the unconsciousness.

"Guess I better get him to Archie," Cal hums to himself as he picks up the passed out boy and heads toward the clinic.

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