3 "Chapter One: Take that, You Abominable Shit Goblin"

You woke up, heaving and sweating. You look around to see it is already morning. You wiped your face and sighed. That dream again. That dream started about a month ago. You would be screaming, crying then waking up exhausted.

You checked your phone for any updates or messages. You raised your eyebrows in relief as there were no notifications but panic immediately coursed your body when your eyes landed on your digital clock.

It was 8:30 am.

You're three hours late.

Shit.

You jumped up from your bed and grabbed random clothes. You stripped yourself while walking- or running- to the bathroom. You immediately jumped in the shower, not even bothering to wait for the water to warm down. You yelped at the sudden coldness at your head but continued to clean yourself. After some minutes, you wiped yourself dry and wore your outfit. Now did you only noticed that your outfit consists of a black tank top, and jeans. You tied your wet hair in a bun and run outside your bath. You grabbed your long coat, a handkerchief and tied it around your neck and your Nike shoes. You ran down the stairs- more like jumping down from floor to floor- until you reached the ground floor then ran out the door.

You ran in the middle of the field until you reached a man in a tank top and khaki shorts. He was gleaming with sweat all over his body but he continued to do push-ups on the ground.

Your eyes widen when your foot got caught up in a rock, randomly placed in the middle of the field.

Fuck, is what you thought of. You ducked so you can roll on the ground then you kneeled with one of your hands placed on the ground. You sighed and was about to stand up when a hand appears out of nowhere.

"Well, aren't you early," a deep voice said. You gulped and looked up. You wince when you saw that the man's face is unamused. You grabbed the man's hand but then he turned around, with a tight grip on your hand and flipped you over. You groaned in pain building up your back as you didn't think of a good counter to that move.

"Come on! I'm not even that late," you grumbled.

"Like you weren't three hours late?"

You opened your mouth but nothing smart came up to your mind.

"Blame the alarm clock!" You started to stand up. Dang it, that was a lame excuse. You dusted your bottom and looked up at the man.

"You used that excuse last week when you were 5 hours late. And, you don't use an alarm clock." He continued stretching then grabbed the shirt at the ground.

"Cut her some slack, Hyun-nie," a familiar voice came up behind you. Your eyes widen in joy then turned around to hug the guest.

"Bamy! You're still alive," You exclaimed. He chuckled then lifted you. Bam Bam is your older brother but Hyun is the eldest. You and Hyun were adopted by Bam Bam's family. The chief of your camp is Bam Bam's father. His mother died 5 years ago because of leukemia. You were adopted when you were just a baby and Hyun was adopted not long after at the age of fifteen. Bam Bam and his father are shifters. They are like werewolves but smaller and they can shift to either panthers or leopards. They are shamed by werewolves because they are just "copied" the wolves in ways.

You let go of Bam Bam and looked at Hyun who just stood there.

"You haven't told her yet, haven't you?" Bam Bam asked while laughing.

"Shut up." He walked towards the two of you. You looked at both of them in confusion.

"What is it?" You asked. Both men looked at you and shake their heads. Bam Bam smiled innocently and Hyun just looked at you. You sighed in defeat as you would know that they won't break.

"Let's just go to the arena"

-

The arena is five hectares wide, sides are built for the audience to spectate but after ten rows of bleachers is where blood is spilled.

It is mostly called "The Zone" as it's where the fights happened. It is surrounded by seven feet of walls. The north side of it is a black gate and it's the only entrance and exit of the Zone. The gate, when turned on, can fend off any creature that tries to hold it. If a werewolf or a shifter did, it would create a layer of silver and wolfsbane. If a vampire did, it would be hot enough for it to melt their skins off. If a witch did the same, well, a bucket of water does the trick.

You entered the Zone and went straight to a table that holds kinds of weapons. From gigantic battle axes to the tiniest dart.

"So what would you pick today, y/n?" Hyun, your eldest brother, asked as he grabbed the pistol by the side. He is the same as you. Human and a fighter. He attached a suspender at its nozzle and practiced aim.

You let your eyes skim through countless weapons to pick. Then your eyes landed to your favorite: daggers.

It's deadly thin and dangerously small. The handle is 1 inch short, and the blade is 4 inches long. It is light as a feather but when thrown, it will hit you like a boulder. The handle is made from obsidian and the blade is from the claws of a dragon that almost killed you. You smiled as you get a bunch, four or less than got a belt-like bracelet and slipped two daggers in each wrist. With a flick of a wrist, a dagger swiftly slides down your hand to your fingers. You hummed in satisfaction as you slid your finger softly on the edge of the blade. It was sharp enough to make blood to bloom.

You weren't listening to what Hyun is saying so he flicked your forehead.

"Ow," you whined softly. You rubbed the part that's starting to turn to red as he flicked it hard.

"I said, I'll start the stimulation. Three or Four?" He walked towards the side and grabbed a tablet. The numbers mean how hard a simulation is. It ranges from one to six. One is for beginners, Two is for immediate, Three is for advance, Four is fairly hard. Five is deadly enough to make you bleed. And Six is, well, you get the point.

You already tried those two and want a challenge.

"Five please," you answered as you walk to the middle. Both your brothers raised a brow at your answer. Hyun hesitated at the idea of letting you practice in a high-level simulation but he knew you can take a few cuts.

"In the count one," you closed your eyes and inhaled.

"Five," exhaled.

"Four," fingers twitched. You grabbed your handkerchief and used it to cover half your face.

"Three," you opened your eyes. Ten heavily armed dummies swords appeared.

"Two," you flicked your wrist.

"One," daggers by your hands, you charged.

At your movement, the dummies ran at you, with their swords pointed at you. Two came from your side so you ducked and swept your left leg at its legs. The two dropped but raised their swords again. They stood up and kicked your shin, making you kneel. You wince as that hurt. You lay down with your knees bend. You raised both of your hands towards their eyes and stabbed it before the swords went through you.

Sparks- literally sparks- burned my skin as both jerked and dropped to the ground. You removed the daggers and face the other six. You blew out a breath and threw your dagger at the first two and they immediately fell, shaking then smoke come off the damaged area. You flicked your wrist again and slide while kneeling between the next dummy.

You managed to cut the area where if its a real man, it would probably be cut off. You turned around to face the dummy but a hand grabbed your hand and pulled you. Your eyes widen when you saw that the dummy has its sword aimed for your stomach.

"Y/n!"

"Hyun, stop the goddamn stimulation!"

Both yelled but you didn't hear it. You dropped your dagger and held the handle of the sword. You twisted it hard enough to make it point at your opponent. It struck its torso but didn't back down. It pulled out the sword. You grabbed your dagger and threw it at the dummy. It hit the eye. Same as the others, it jerked and dropped to the ground.

You heard footsteps to your right so you turned. But it got to cut your arm. You looked at your arm and looked at to see the dummy with the cut there. You huffed and ran towards it. You roundhouse kicked with enough force to make it stumble to the side. You moved fast and did the same thing that ended the others.

Oil started spilling on the ground. You sighed in relief as it's done and you looked around. You counted the dummies and you noticed something wrong. Your eyes widen in realization when a kick was landed at your back. You stumbled but stood back up. The last dummy stood there with its sword impaled on the ground. It got in a defensive position but what made it worse was the faceless head. You shivered and charged. You aimed to kick its torso but it caught your ankle. Your eyes widen.

"Shit." You were thrown at the other side of the Zone. You rolled until you skidded to a stopped. You stood up and clutched your arm. The cut is getting infected with the dirt. You glared at the faceless dummy and flicked your wrist once more as your last dagger fell to your left hand.

You transferred it to your right and got to a defensive position. It ran towards you. You threw the dagger up into the air and kicked it. Your landing leg buckled and you fell to the ground. You looked up to see the dummy on the ground. You sighed and layed down. You heaved air until two figures came to your sight. The taller man pulled you right back up and the smaller one is kicking the dummies.

"Take that, you abominable shit goblin." Bam Bam doesn't stop kicking.

"I think he had enough, Bam," Hyun said. He looked at me and checked your arm. He grimaced. He lifted your top and you let him, and you just let your arms fell to your side. He turned you around to check your back.

"You're bruising." He pulled your top back down and called Bam Bam. The called man came towards you and checked the bruise and cut.

"Get my bag," He instructed Hyun, who jogged away. Bam Bam is a camp's head doctor so you trusted him. Hyun returned with a soft briefcase and a duffel bag.

"Why did have two bags?" Bam Bam's eyebrows furrowed.

"I didn't know which one has the supplies so I got both," He answered.

Silence.

"Hyun,"

"What?"

"I don't own a duffel bag,"

"Fuck,"

Hyun gave the briefcase to Bam Bam and left to return the duffel bag to where he got it. He lifted my top and made me take it off and just sit on the grass. You fiddled the hard grass because of the dried blood from previous battles. You flinched when the cold alcohol burned the cut. When he was done, he wrapped your forearm with a bandage and patted it done.

"Turn around," he instructed. You slide your bum around and stared at the grass. He pressed the area where it's starting to bruise and you squirmed.

Why do doctors do that? They already know that it hurts in that specific area. So why push it? Why so damn hard?

You wanted to ask those questions but you know its probably best if you keep quiet or else you know that he won't stop bickering about you being an "ungrateful child".

It was quiet but the silence was bearable, kind of comfortable. You couldn't keep still any longer so you decide to break it with a question.

"So Bamy, did you find your mate?"