Captured and Hungry -3

Jeremy watched the doctor as the doctor put the girl through a machine. The machine beeped a few times and quieted down after the doctor swiped at the console a few times. The doctor had a solemn look on his face. I sigh and take a glance at the girl. She was sitting there unmoving.

"Damn, that punch was overkill," Jeremy thinks to himself. Her face had a dark bruise the size of a grapefruit. The doctor proceeds to get up and walk over to me and sits directly opposite in a swivel chair. "What happened, she is out cold and I don't think she's going to be awake for a long while," asks the doctor.

"I went to the gym to train and... well. She got angry for some reason, I don't know why," I respond. He probably wasn't going to believe me. A level one versus a level two isn't a fair match, even if the level two just ranked up. The doctor looks at me for a moment and sighs.

"Kids these days," He mutters. The doctor gets up and goes to check on the machine. "You should get going. Class starts early in the morning. You don't want to miss it. About you beating a level 2, don't worry. I won't tell anyone, it's embarrassing for both the girl and I," The doctor says. The doctor gave a small smile and moved over to the other side of the room.

I get up and take one last look at the machines. Man, what a night. I nearly got pummeled to death twice. These people don't mess around. I made my way back to my room and laid down. Everyone was snoring when I first got in. You would think with all this advanced technology we have made there would be something that prevents snoring. I roll over and fall asleep. These losers think they're all that in a bag of chips.

After an uneventful sleep, I got up before the others did and slipped out the door. The academy uniform did not feel like it would suit me much. It was crisp and unpractical for combat. The boots I had on had to be put away in my inventory. Luckily, everyone has an inventory so I can take something out without people being suspicious.

I walked to the admissions office located at the front of the school and sat down in a comfy seat, waiting for the secretary to tell me to go into the office of the Dean. Sitting there was quite boring and I dozed off a little bit before I felt a tap on my shoulder. "The Dean will see you now," The secretary smiled and led me to the office.

It was an old-rustic looking office. There were ten shelves filled to the brim with books. The floors were waxed to hell and back. If the lights were any brighter, the floor would make it nearly impossible to see. Fortunately, the lights cast a warm glow that complimented the floors perfectly. The desk was beautiful, its craftsmanship exquisite. Sadly, papers cluttered the top of it, stifling its true beauty. I looked a little higher and saw the dean. An average middle-aged guy. He had no qualities that made him stand out. His aura was off the charts though.

The pressure in the room felt daunting. Had I not ranked up my strength I might not have been able to stand. As I walked up to a chair situated at the front of the desk I kept a composed look. The Dean gestured for me to sit down and I did. The pressure gradually subsided and I was able to breathe clearly. I didn't have to force myself anymore.

"Well, if it isn't the escape artist. Trouble follows you around doesn't it?" The Dean said. I cleared my throat and look at him without fear. "You could say that," I say, giving him a wry smile. "What are you for young man? I'm assuming it is most likely your class schedules. Maybe a tour as well. But, before we get to that we have to talk about last night... incident," The Dean says.

"Of course, I'm sure you know all about what happened. After all, there are surveillance devices everywhere, I'm sure," I say with confidence, pointing to my watch. The Dean smiles as he wraps his hands. "Hmph, you're pretty observant. Tell you what, apologize to the girl when she wakes up and you're off the hook. If you don't, well, let's just say you won't like detention," The Dean gave a sinister smile. I chuckle to myself. "That smile doesn't fit sir. Now, about my classes," I say with finality.

After a long discussion on classes, the Dean handed me over to a counselor to sort out my scheduling. The schedules weren't too much to work on but each class was ten minutes away. I only had five minutes to get there. Seems I'm going to be doing a lot of jogging. The only noteworthy classes I have are weapons and combat, as well as, martial arts training. Martial arts training was different from my combat class. The combat class only taught you the basics of combat and little more, martial arts class would be a boon to the base the combat class provides.

The martial arts class allows the student to choose a certain martial art and practice it. All that needed to be done for the first few weeks of the class was practice. However, once everyone grasped the fundamentals of the martial arts they chose grades, and classes would be handed out to each student depending on how many wins they could get. Since no abilities could be used in this class even rank ones can rise to the top if they were good enough.

I sighed. I don't know what to choose. Maybe an assassination martial art would come in handy. I smile to myself, the boots I have would greatly complement it. Though, the fights we have are all face to face. I will have to learn two if I want to be effective.

This is certainly going to be a fun couple of years.