of them screamed in a panicked voice. The
officer’s hands to the right were trembling, causing the metal components of
the gun to rattle slightly. I could see the outline of one of the other men’s
weapons lying at my feet. Slowly, I raised my hands, feigning surrender then I
kicked the gun hard, sending it right at their heads. It struck the two
simultaneously in the face, cracking their visors and sending them toppling off
the concrete steps.
I looked around for a second and took a deep breath. I
blinked hard at what I saw. Four men lay unconscious, possibly dead. I didn’t
know how I had done it, but it felt exhilarating. I wasn’t a fighter. What I
had just done defied the laws of combat training. More than that, it defied the
laws of physics. I glanced back at the police car and where I’d jumped. It was
a good thirty feet. Then I remembered how I’d killed the bald man in the
forest.
“How is this possible?” I wondered quietly. Then a mischievous
smile crept onto my face. I had some kind
of super power. I backed up and started to run to leap over the smoking
police car when a voice from above stopped me.
“Don’t move!” I heard a man yell. My eyes crept up the
side of the building all the way to the top where I found the source of the
order. Twenty armed police stood on the edge of the roof with their guns
trained on me. “If you even lift a finger, we will cut you down!” I could tell from the sound of his
voice that this guy meant every word.
Two flying machines appeared overhead and flew into
position behind me, held up by two jets that emitted a blue light. They were
equipped with rail guns on each side and aimed directly at me.
“Okay,” I yelled. “But what did I do?” I still didn’t know
what I was being arrested for.
“Shut up and get down on the ground now!”
“You just told me not to move. Do you want me to get on
the ground or stay still?” I
somehow doubted the sarcastic comment was appreciated.
“Get down now!” he answered and shook his weapon
menacingly.
I wasn’t going to ask twice. I eased myself down onto the
ground next to the guard I’d hit in the neck. He was still not moving. The idea
that I may have killed him began to sink in. I’d never killed anyone before.
But it was just a dream. It had to be. A nagging thought kept pulling at my
thoughts: why wasn’t I waking up?I shook my head vigorously, hoping I would
find myself back in the dorm at any second.
Instead, the glass doors opened again and six more
officers rushed out, some with guns, others with heavy chains. They bound me
again, tightly wrapping up my wrists and feet with the thick metal bonds. After
they felt that I was secure, two of the men stood me up onto my feet. I looked
up again and saw a new figure this time. It was a man in a black cloak. His
thick, black hair reached down just passed his ears. A dark mustache and beard,
matching eyebrows popped out on a stern, chiseled face.
“Impressive,” he shouted down as he rested his hands on
the edge of the building. “Most impressive. Send him to the game master to be
processed for the games.” He
turned away and disappeared from view.
The guards grabbed me violently and forced me to scuffle
my way into the building. Process me? For games? What games? This
dream was getting stranger by the minute. For some unsettling reason, I didn’t
like where this was going.
Chapter 6
The inside of the facility was just as plain and ordinary
as the outside. Variants of gray, monotonous and dull, contrasted only by a
luxurious black marble floor that stretched all the way to the back wall of the
lobby. I say it was a lobby, though it barely qualified as that. There were no
receptionists or doormen, just dozens of police guards lining the walls with
their automatic weapons pointed at my head as my escorts shuffled me along. My
eyes darted back and forth in a panic. I wondered if I could break the chains
on my wrists and ankles. Such a
officer’s hands to the right were trembling, causing the metal components of
the gun to rattle slightly. I could see the outline of one of the other men’s
weapons lying at my feet. Slowly, I raised my hands, feigning surrender then I
kicked the gun hard, sending it right at their heads. It struck the two
simultaneously in the face, cracking their visors and sending them toppling off
the concrete steps.
I looked around for a second and took a deep breath. I
blinked hard at what I saw. Four men lay unconscious, possibly dead. I didn’t
know how I had done it, but it felt exhilarating. I wasn’t a fighter. What I
had just done defied the laws of combat training. More than that, it defied the
laws of physics. I glanced back at the police car and where I’d jumped. It was
a good thirty feet. Then I remembered how I’d killed the bald man in the
forest.
“How is this possible?” I wondered quietly. Then a mischievous
smile crept onto my face. I had some kind
of super power. I backed up and started to run to leap over the smoking
police car when a voice from above stopped me.
“Don’t move!” I heard a man yell. My eyes crept up the
side of the building all the way to the top where I found the source of the
order. Twenty armed police stood on the edge of the roof with their guns
trained on me. “If you even lift a finger, we will cut you down!” I could tell from the sound of his
voice that this guy meant every word.
Two flying machines appeared overhead and flew into
position behind me, held up by two jets that emitted a blue light. They were
equipped with rail guns on each side and aimed directly at me.
“Okay,” I yelled. “But what did I do?” I still didn’t know
what I was being arrested for.
“Shut up and get down on the ground now!”
“You just told me not to move. Do you want me to get on
the ground or stay still?” I
somehow doubted the sarcastic comment was appreciated.
“Get down now!” he answered and shook his weapon
menacingly.
I wasn’t going to ask twice. I eased myself down onto the
ground next to the guard I’d hit in the neck. He was still not moving. The idea
that I may have killed him began to sink in. I’d never killed anyone before.
But it was just a dream. It had to be. A nagging thought kept pulling at my
thoughts: why wasn’t I waking up?I shook my head vigorously, hoping I would
find myself back in the dorm at any second.
Instead, the glass doors opened again and six more
officers rushed out, some with guns, others with heavy chains. They bound me
again, tightly wrapping up my wrists and feet with the thick metal bonds. After
they felt that I was secure, two of the men stood me up onto my feet. I looked
up again and saw a new figure this time. It was a man in a black cloak. His
thick, black hair reached down just passed his ears. A dark mustache and beard,
matching eyebrows popped out on a stern, chiseled face.
“Impressive,” he shouted down as he rested his hands on
the edge of the building. “Most impressive. Send him to the game master to be
processed for the games.” He
turned away and disappeared from view.
The guards grabbed me violently and forced me to scuffle
my way into the building. Process me? For games? What games? This
dream was getting stranger by the minute. For some unsettling reason, I didn’t
like where this was going.
Chapter 6
The inside of the facility was just as plain and ordinary
as the outside. Variants of gray, monotonous and dull, contrasted only by a
luxurious black marble floor that stretched all the way to the back wall of the
lobby. I say it was a lobby, though it barely qualified as that. There were no
receptionists or doormen, just dozens of police guards lining the walls with
their automatic weapons pointed at my head as my escorts shuffled me along. My
eyes darted back and forth in a panic. I wondered if I could break the chains
on my wrists and ankles. Such a
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