CHAPTER 22: Training Camp

"There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you

believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."

- Winnie the Pooh

It hasn't been months, since I started to work as a low rank, before I received a word from Ms. Kazumi to start my training on becoming a full pledge, under Wall Sina's commandant. It happened so fast that I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my three angels. And now I am here on the Dark Claws training camp, to do my training.

Everything started with a simple boring introduction, to the do's and dont's, which made me want to start dating on my bed and sleep.

I find it boring, and tiring since we are all here in the middle being cooked by the sunlight, standing straight on our feet, while the Walls are there sitting comfortably on their thrones, and there's an idiot in front of us discussing, boring stuff.

"So, since everyone here is all trainee's, I would like to tell you the do's and don'ts inside this camp." Said the girl speaker in front.

She's wearing a blue coat, which means she's under the Wall Rose commandant. Under that coat, is a red bra, and she's wearing super short shorts, as her bottom.

I couldn't help not to roll my eyes, just by looking at her slutty get-up, with hard makeup on. She introduced herself awhile ago as Colline. She talks so much that I never listen in the first place.

"For your DO'S

1. Killing is allowed. Of course, that is allowed since everyone here is a future killer. You are all here because your purpose is to kill.

2. Follow all the commands from your Seniors. Meaning follows us. It doesn't matter even if you think, our favor is irrational, just do what you are told, and your good. Remember that we are rank higher than you are.

3. Never leave the camp. No matter what you see or do here, more whatever it is you experience, you are not allowed to complain.

4. Be a good dog. And train yourself so much, because remember that if you lose, you'll die on the site. So it would be either, you die here or die doing a mission.

5. You can always use the kind of weapon at your liking. We won't force you on doing what you don't want. We're giving you that kind of freedom.

And last but not least,

6. Your way of imagining things are required, to outwit every mission you are asked to do. Good assassins are assassins who know how to think outside the box." The girl in front explained. And all I did is to look at her in my bored look.

Just want to spend my days with Sean and the others rather than to be inside this camp, together with these creeps.

So I just stood there, and watch how the slutty speaker talks, without putting anything in mind. I simply covered my mouth, as I secretly yawn on her discussion. I just wanted to go and sleep, date with my bed, and marry my pillows.

"And as for your dont's. A Dark Claw Assassins are all emotionless. Defying an Elite may cause your death. You are all not allowed to have emotions. All you are meant to be is to kill and be killed during your missions. You can take a look at this. What if your mission is to kill a child. And you have those useless emotions? Then you're not going to do it? Just because you have those damn emotions? So what if you have to kill your ally? Because that fucking piece of shit is a traitor? You're not going to kill him or her, just because they're your friends? That is why emotions are strictly prohibited here in the Dark Claws. And last but not the least, LOVING is equal to pathetic death. And will be putting excruciating pain for you, if you do that. You are not allowed to love anyone. INSIDE or OUTSIDE this organization." The girl stated with a smirk, before showing us a guy, topless.

The guy is completely beaten. His arms are both tied at the back of the chair, while his neck has collar chains. They made him look like a freaking dog, on it. Sometimes they are pulling that chain to choke him. He is no longer able to speak a word because of his bruises. He has so many cuts deep and narrow.

I can already feel his pain just by looking at him. I already pittied his situation without knowing what happened.

The people around me, seem very excited by seeing his situation, while only a few seem to sympathize with the guy.

"You see people. This jerk is also a friend of mine." The girl introduces before hitting the guy hard on the face.

"This guy is my partner." She said as she cut one of his fingers.

The guy shouts in pain, but the girl stuffed his mouth with his finger.

"This guy is a good friend of mine. A great assassin. And an incredible piece of shit." She said as she starts cutting his flesh.

"But sadly. This piece shit fall in love." She stops, before throwing a dagger look in the guy's direction.

Her words seem to have so much bitterness on them. She seems to be in pain, sympathizing with him a bit, but she manages to put a good tough look, in front of us, hiding her very own emotions to her smirk.

Her looks show danger. But her eyes shout pain and betrayal. What is their history? And why the hell does she needs to do all these bullshits?

"This maggot, just fall in love with a slave. He meant to make her escape, a few nights ago. But he was caught off guard. Do you know by who?" The girl asked.

Nobody made a single noise, nor say even a bit of a word to answer the girl's questions. So she decided to just answer her hanging questions instead.

"Me. And I made sure he would suffer on that mistake. I made sure to be the person to punish him because he made the wrong choice of decision. Because he defies the Elite, and as well as his vow, on the Dark Claws."

She then uses her knife, and cuts off the guy's legs, like a piece of meat. The whole camp was filled with the guys screamed as his legs are being cut off while being alive. The girl's face is already filled with his blood, spitting from his flesh.

I look side by side to see the people around me. And see them put satisfying looks, as he saw him being tortured. When the guy's legs, are completely cut off from his body, the girl uses his leg to hit him in the face. This made him shut his mouth.

He looks tired. Too tired that he can no longer have the mind to feel his pain. I wanted to throw up, just by seeing them. How cruel. You are going to be tortured just because you fell in love? Is loving wrong?

"Of course before we even do all these shits with him, we already made sure to kill his slut in front of him. We even cook her, and feed her to him, for his dinner last night. Aren't we sweet?" The girl asks, with a huge smile plastered on her face.

That's where, when I snap. I'm through with all these shits. That's enough. I can no longer handle words from her. So I decided to throw my dagger, and target the guy's forehead.