Chapter 40 - Refer to me as Instructor!!

An alarm rang out loud waking Wilson from his deep sleep. He grumbled and tried to go back to sleep. He had spent the past week, trying to figure things out and all he was able to conclude was that he fell into a trance-like state and dreamt. The basis for his dream what that was all about, he still had no idea. It had given him countless sleepless nights. He just stayed cooped on in his bed for days without food, sunlight or anything to drink. He did not even put the lights in his room on. It was only in the early hours of this morning that he decided to let things be for the meantime and maybe when next he had a dream like that, he would figure it out. Only after that did he manage to fall asleep. And yet, two hours later, the stupid alarm was ringing out so loud, it woke him up. And now here he was feeling all groggy and doing his best to go back to sleep amidst all the noise. But this place had other ideas.

"All right, Everyone. Line up." A voice even louder than the alarm boomed throughout the building. Wilson grunted and adjusted his sleeping posture. Who was this living loudspeaker? Never mind. No one was going to interrupt his much needed sleep.

"Every single one of you still in bed. If you are not out here in the next three minutes looking your best, I would not mind testing out my most recently learned spells on you. But I must warn, their emphasis is on that feeling called pain. I don't know if you have ever heard of it but I assure you, you will become very familiar with it." The voice owner said with a smile that told the ones already out an lined up that he was hoping for a scapegoat.

Wilson grunted and grumbled and cursed the voice owner. That kind of voice would never allow anyone to sleep. How annoying. Wilson stood up from his bed and walked to the bathroom that shared a door with his room. He was out thirty seconds later. Why was the water so cold? How was he supposed to have a refreshing early morning bath using cold, freezing water?

"Thirty seconds left. If you are not out and in line by the time, time is up, oh, I am coming for you all. Hehehehe." The voice boomed out again followed by a sinister laugh.

'why do I have a feeling of impending doom?' Wilson asked himself. His instincts were tingling. He quickly dressed up and ran out of the room. That was when he realized that he had no idea where he was. Staying cooped up in his bedroom all this time? It finally occurred to him just how bad an idea that was. Damnit. Wilson chose a random side to run and began moving as quickly as he could. He saw no one. And he could hear the loud voice owner counting down.

11…..10...9...….

Wilson finally found the stairs that went down, but that was after he came across a dead end and realized he chose the wrong side to run.

6....5....4....

Wilson got to the end of the stairs but only then realized he was still a floor away from reaching the exit.

'The stairs are at the other side. That is too far away.' Wilson thought to himself as he looked at the stairs that linked the floor he was currently on to the ground floor at the other end of the long corridor.

'Would jumping through the window of my room not have been faster? Wait, window!' Wilson looked beside him at the huge window and saw the largest group of people he had ever seen gathered in one place. And what's more, they were standing in an orderly fashion. He took a few steps back and broke through the window, falling and crashing on his back.

2...…1....

"ZERO!!!!!" the loud man looked at all the youngsters lined up in front of him. His eyes stopped at Wilson who barely joined the party in time and snickered. That drop was comical. Breaking through the window is total badass but dropping through the window like that, comedy gold. He could barely restrain himself from bursting into laughter when he heard the sound Wilson created with the ground. Sounded like a mini bomb explosion.

"Okay, listen up children! I am Jack but you will refer to me as Instructor. I will be in charge of your drills for the next month. This is how it is going to be. All of you will be assessed and trained the exact same way for a month. After that, you will be separated into different groups based on you skills, talent and smarts. There will be the combat army, the 'miscellaneous or whatever they call themselves' group, the spy group and my personal favorite, the special squads.

Your privileges and missions will be determined by which group you fit and are drafted into. If any of you are thinking of slacking, let me just be straight with you. I will ensure you get drafted into shit duty. Do you get that?"

"YES SIR!"

"Normally, I am supposed to give you all the full details of each group but I am not even close to being normal…."

'I believe we can all see that!' Wilson said in his mind.

"What did you just say?" Instructor Jack looked straight at Wilson and asked.

"Uhn?"

"That is not an answer! Pump up fifty pushups! NOW!" Instructor Jack instructed. Wilson dropped down as he grumbled.

"And shut your mouth. You don't talk unless I say so and don't even think unless I allow you to! You are also to yell your response when I ask you a question. Do you understand me?"

"YES!" Wilson yelled.

"REFER TO ME AS INSTRUCTOR!!"

"YES INSTRUCTOR!"

"Better! Back to what I was saying; If you require more information about each of these groups, you can read about them at the cafeteria while you all have your lunch. A book to read while you eat! Doesn't that sound marvelous to you?"

"YES SIR!" They all yelled.

"Now if I am reading this right, all of you here amount to fifteen hundred young hot-blooded recruits. You will do as I say when I say it. No questions asked. You will not mingle with the recruits of Sony and Sunny. You will identify them by their ash and white and grey uniforms. For today, you guys are free to do what you want. but as from tomorrow, you will only wear the red or black uniforms, whichever it is, that will be assigned to you shortly. So discard of your nonsense dressings. I would have loved to shave all your fifteen hundred heads but this is not the army yet. As from tomorrow, you will wake by three in the morning and train till midnight, with only short breaks for lunch and dinner. No breakfasts, you are being trained to become the finest fighters, not foodies. Do you understand me?"

"YES SIR!"

"Good! You are all dismissed. Except for you, Wilson. You will be allowed to leave when you have pumped all five hundred!"

"Five hundred?"

"Make it six, for disobeying my 'no questions' rule!"

Wilson thought he would die before he finished the six hundred. Is this instructor a sadist? Can he not let this go? Stupid sadist instructor.

"Make that Seven hundred!"

Wilson felt like bursting into tears. He gritted his teeth and continued.

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