Alpha Kael ✔️

Chapter Four

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~Jada

I didn't sleep easy that night.

The bed had sunk into the shape of someone else, so all night, I shifted uncomfortably. The unknown haunt my dreams, the amount of times I woke not knowing where I was being ridiculous. I'm in the middle of nowhere, my fate unknown. Whoever sleeps in the rooms around me are surely as anxious about tomorrow. I take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one.

The lack of curtains truly live up to their desired effect. Sun glared into my eyes the moment it rose, at some ungodly hour. As much as my body protested, I knew it was my cue to get up and face this undetermined day.

Out of sheer habit, I made my bed. If this is anything like the institute I grew up in, someone would come in to check it, then scold me if it was done incorrectly. So I fold the sheets up, and decide to figure out what to wear. I wasn't allowed to bring any clothing or personal items with me. As much as it saddens me, I know I didn't own anything or significance. I'm sure all of it will be thrown out. It was all falling apart anyway, and I had no portraits of my family.

I pull open the top drawer of the dresser. It's filled with underclothes and socks. I select a pair, and move on to the next door. This one is filled with shirts and pants. Compression tights. I select a black pair, and match it with a very light grey shirt. Whatever today entails, it surely includes a lot of movement. After changing, I find shoes and jackets in the wardrobe.

It was as I was tying my shoelaces, a screeching sound of a microphone announcement blares through my room.

"Good morning competitors. We hope you have risen this morning. You have ten minutes to report downstairs for where you will be briefed," the voice says. It's make, which is starkly different to the last person here that I sealed with. Perhaps they will be more gracious about answering my questions.

I brush my hair back and tie it up before I go down. I must be fairly earlier, because as I silently emerge into the corridor, it's completely empty. I make my way quickly down the stairs, wanting to catch however we are meeting downstairs. If they are one of the trainers, I want so desperately to know what is going to be on the agenda today.

I find exactly who I'm looking for in the cafeteria area.

A man stands there, arms folded, staring down at a girl miles shorter than him. They seem to be deep in discussion, but that doesn't stop now from walking straight up to them. It's not hard to deduce the fact that this man is a trainer, or holds some high position here. His shoulders are broad, muscles prominent, and he seems clearly hardened by years of hard work. I'm unsure if he wears a uniform, but it's intimidating nonetheless. A black tunic and dark pants. Something easily move around in.

The girl he is talking to seems to be doing all the talking. She looks similar to him, with the same dark hair, expect hers reaches all the way to her hips, twisted into soft curls. She's quite pretty. As I approach, she glances my way, eyes a soft, warm brown.

"How many other people are competing?" The girl demands. She has a thick Discipline Pack, which is a relief. Hopefully not too many of the competitors will come from other Packs.

"Most of the competitors you will never meet. But there are an average of forty of you," the man explains.

The raven haired girl pauses her speech about how offended she is that there are so many for her to compete against. The pair stare at me, but I refuse to be intimidated. I'm here for the same reason they are - to win and not to be sent to the prisons to work for the rest of my life.