Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson ❯ Adaptation ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Esperati Nero 
part two to Escape, a 5-10 minute scene of Satin's second day in Sub-zero.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 101 | Status: Completed
part two to Escape, a 5-10 minute scene of Satin's second day in Sub-zero.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.29.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 101 | Status: Completed
"Hey, Satin!" Eridde called out to her, waving. Satin didn't look at him or stop what she was doing. There was a long rifle in her hands, and she was kneeling a hundred meters or so from a target. There was a coughing sound when she pulled the trigger, and a bullet flew into the second to the middle ring. Satin cursed softly under her breath and tried to aim her gun again.
Eridde raised an eyebrow at her. "Not bad for a first-timer."
"What makes you think I'm a first-timer?" Satin didn't look up, but she fired again, getting only a few precious millimeters closer to the center. She didn't look up at him. In a black t-shirt and red gym shorts, her figure wasn't too athletic, but it wasn't close to being fat. Muscles were very visible under her skin, but there were small layers of fat deposits that could still be taken off. Satin was short, but very average sized for her height. Her hair was tied by into a ponytail by a white elastic band. The sneakers she wore were old gray. They used to be silver and white. Eridde noticed that she had a red choker of some sort tied around her neck. It had a silver emblem in the front, shaped like a wheeling eagle.
Eridde sighed and knelt down next to her. He was in a white, sleeveless t-shirt and navy mesh gym shorts. His wavy black hair glistened with sweat, as did the muscles plainly showing on his arms. They weren't large, bulging things like the body-builder type muscles. They were slick and contoured to his slender body. "You were supposed to tell your trainer you just came in yesterday. He probably thought you were transfered to him from another trainer. Obviously, he left you alone and didn't teach you anything."
"That doesn't answer my question." Another shot blew from her rifle. It was getting closer and closer, but at an excruciatingly slow pace. Satin was about to try again when Eridde's hands closed over hers gently and firmly, moving the rifle down into a different position. An average girl might have jumped a mile high, being guided in this way. They would've had their heads thrust high up into the clouds and never pay attention to what they were being taught. Satin never felt like this. It was long time ago when she locked herself away in pure isolation. Even when she was reawakened, part of her stayed locked behind, never again to understand the meaning of true humanity. She did not have the power to cry, nor did she have to power to truly laugh. Every one of her emotions was an affectation, a mask to mislead the world and to somehow blend in with their ignorance.
"You seem to be completely oblivious to the proper way of holding a sniper rifle." He knelt on one knee next to her, helping her aim for her target. Satin felt his hand against her trigger finger, pulling it back with ease, unlike her own hesitant stiffness. "They're not hunting rifles..." He stood up, watching Satin stare at the bullet on the bull's eye, and grinned, knowing a little of what she was thinking. "They're not one of those cheap air rifles you use for carnival games either. If you've mastered those, you'll have a heck of a long time correcting everything."
Satin lowered the rifle and sighed. "This is only at a hundred meters. What happens if I have to snipe from two hundred? I won't get anywhere close to the target..." Her soft voice still held an impassive tone, but it held a hint of sadness. "I don't know if I can do this. I'm just not good at this."
Eridde shrugged, "Don't be so harsh on yourself. You're better than most trainees. Even with holding that thing right and standing within 70 meters, they don't even get close to the target, hence why this place is called the Trainee Wall." He gestured to the wall behind the targets. The grayish surface was peppered by innumerable little bullet holes, a memory to everyone who has ever been a trainee here, or almost everyone. One or two gunning prodigies turn up every generation. He began to walk towards the wall, four targets down, pointing to a broken fire alarm light. The cage that surrounded it was supposed to protect it from bullets, but apparently one of them slipped through narrowly and shattered the light. "That would be me, two months ago." He grinned. "Not a bad shot, if I say so myself."
"I'd say luck..." Satin replied softly, not picking up the cheerfulness he wanted her to have. "Thank you for your instruction. I have to get to get to the locker room and change before..." She drew a sheet of paper out of her pocket with the trainee schedules. "Field medical analysis... is this a military school?"
Eridde grinned again. "If the military belongs to the upper tiers' corrupt government, then we'd be an anti-military training facility and base." A thoughtful expression came over his face, "Then I'd also have to say that we're a medical center, a library as well as a research institution."
"Then... I suppose this is what you call a... uh... a versatile complex?" She suggested, then noticed the time on her watch. "Thank you again. Please excuse me." Satin stopped in mid turn and nodded towards a looming shadow behind the boy. "I believe you should move as well. Please excuse me again." The girl left in speed and pure silence as she left Eridde with a very large, rather annoyed man. Just as she closed the locker room door, she heard Sarge's unmistakable booming.
"JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT A DAY OFF FOR A SPECIAL TASK YESTERDAY DOES NOT MEAN THAT GIRL IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
There just has to be at least one 'Sarge' in this place, and the honor was given to someone who in every aspect behaved like the 'Sarge Role-model'. Satin changed out of her sweaty gym clothes. She had done her diagnostic testing the day before for all subjects except for physical ability. The diagnostic run was done earlier that day on the indoor track suspended above the main gym in a balcony setting. Her results came out barely above average, but then again, she wasn't really breaking much of a sweat. She had aimed for the average. Then were the sit-ups, which she did well in, once again barely above average. She failed the pull-up test, as well as the very similar flex-arm hang. Her upper body strength was rated as 'weakened'. Flexibility was a ten out of ten. As for reaction speed with the automated dodge ball assault setting room, it was very high, scoring at nearly 98%. Only after all that did they send her to a trainer, who promptly handed her a sniper rifle and left her alone.
All her belongings had been previously retrieved after she had accepted the offer. She didn't have much... just a few household necessities and clothing. She lived alone, making it easy for SS workers to obtain everything with ease, disguised as two movers and a small truck. It wasn't as if her house door lock was that secured. Some other articles of clothing were provided by the SS itself, including the green sleeveless polo with the white collar. She pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans, securing it with a thin, black belt. For the cold, she had a long black coat that hung down to her knees. The only things she didn't change were her sneakers and her bound-up hair. Placing her issued rifle and ammo into the long, blue locker assigned to her, Satin extracted a small backpack and snapped the door shut. This was like school, only more interesting. She was in the heart of a rebellion setting, where she wanted to be for the most part of her life.
Realizing she did not know where the 'Trainee-Labs' were, she pulled out her schedule and her map. The course after 'Field Medical Analysis' was 'Basic Combat'. Heh... coincidental? Whatever they learn about being a field medic would probably come in handy when someone bashes someone else's nose out. Medicine and literary skills were the two diagnostic fields she scored the lowest in, only in the 80%-89% range, although literary skills had a boost from her ability in cryptology. That had her pretty pissed, since she usually never got anything below a 94% on her school papers. That was the first time she ever scored below her standards. Oh well, not like I'll get any better without practice... She thought as she walked down the long hall. Staring into the distance, she thought that hallway would never end. Maybe be... one day she can find the truth at the end of her own hallway...
Author's Note: Uh... well. There will be a spar in the next chapter, so look forward to that. It's not going to be a very important spar or anything like that, but you get to see some combat. NON-MAGICAL combat, meaning it's almost human. ^_^;;; The real action can't start without a prelude... And reviews would be really nice if you can write them!
~Esperati Nero
Eridde raised an eyebrow at her. "Not bad for a first-timer."
"What makes you think I'm a first-timer?" Satin didn't look up, but she fired again, getting only a few precious millimeters closer to the center. She didn't look up at him. In a black t-shirt and red gym shorts, her figure wasn't too athletic, but it wasn't close to being fat. Muscles were very visible under her skin, but there were small layers of fat deposits that could still be taken off. Satin was short, but very average sized for her height. Her hair was tied by into a ponytail by a white elastic band. The sneakers she wore were old gray. They used to be silver and white. Eridde noticed that she had a red choker of some sort tied around her neck. It had a silver emblem in the front, shaped like a wheeling eagle.
Eridde sighed and knelt down next to her. He was in a white, sleeveless t-shirt and navy mesh gym shorts. His wavy black hair glistened with sweat, as did the muscles plainly showing on his arms. They weren't large, bulging things like the body-builder type muscles. They were slick and contoured to his slender body. "You were supposed to tell your trainer you just came in yesterday. He probably thought you were transfered to him from another trainer. Obviously, he left you alone and didn't teach you anything."
"That doesn't answer my question." Another shot blew from her rifle. It was getting closer and closer, but at an excruciatingly slow pace. Satin was about to try again when Eridde's hands closed over hers gently and firmly, moving the rifle down into a different position. An average girl might have jumped a mile high, being guided in this way. They would've had their heads thrust high up into the clouds and never pay attention to what they were being taught. Satin never felt like this. It was long time ago when she locked herself away in pure isolation. Even when she was reawakened, part of her stayed locked behind, never again to understand the meaning of true humanity. She did not have the power to cry, nor did she have to power to truly laugh. Every one of her emotions was an affectation, a mask to mislead the world and to somehow blend in with their ignorance.
"You seem to be completely oblivious to the proper way of holding a sniper rifle." He knelt on one knee next to her, helping her aim for her target. Satin felt his hand against her trigger finger, pulling it back with ease, unlike her own hesitant stiffness. "They're not hunting rifles..." He stood up, watching Satin stare at the bullet on the bull's eye, and grinned, knowing a little of what she was thinking. "They're not one of those cheap air rifles you use for carnival games either. If you've mastered those, you'll have a heck of a long time correcting everything."
Satin lowered the rifle and sighed. "This is only at a hundred meters. What happens if I have to snipe from two hundred? I won't get anywhere close to the target..." Her soft voice still held an impassive tone, but it held a hint of sadness. "I don't know if I can do this. I'm just not good at this."
Eridde shrugged, "Don't be so harsh on yourself. You're better than most trainees. Even with holding that thing right and standing within 70 meters, they don't even get close to the target, hence why this place is called the Trainee Wall." He gestured to the wall behind the targets. The grayish surface was peppered by innumerable little bullet holes, a memory to everyone who has ever been a trainee here, or almost everyone. One or two gunning prodigies turn up every generation. He began to walk towards the wall, four targets down, pointing to a broken fire alarm light. The cage that surrounded it was supposed to protect it from bullets, but apparently one of them slipped through narrowly and shattered the light. "That would be me, two months ago." He grinned. "Not a bad shot, if I say so myself."
"I'd say luck..." Satin replied softly, not picking up the cheerfulness he wanted her to have. "Thank you for your instruction. I have to get to get to the locker room and change before..." She drew a sheet of paper out of her pocket with the trainee schedules. "Field medical analysis... is this a military school?"
Eridde grinned again. "If the military belongs to the upper tiers' corrupt government, then we'd be an anti-military training facility and base." A thoughtful expression came over his face, "Then I'd also have to say that we're a medical center, a library as well as a research institution."
"Then... I suppose this is what you call a... uh... a versatile complex?" She suggested, then noticed the time on her watch. "Thank you again. Please excuse me." Satin stopped in mid turn and nodded towards a looming shadow behind the boy. "I believe you should move as well. Please excuse me again." The girl left in speed and pure silence as she left Eridde with a very large, rather annoyed man. Just as she closed the locker room door, she heard Sarge's unmistakable booming.
"JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT A DAY OFF FOR A SPECIAL TASK YESTERDAY DOES NOT MEAN THAT GIRL IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
There just has to be at least one 'Sarge' in this place, and the honor was given to someone who in every aspect behaved like the 'Sarge Role-model'. Satin changed out of her sweaty gym clothes. She had done her diagnostic testing the day before for all subjects except for physical ability. The diagnostic run was done earlier that day on the indoor track suspended above the main gym in a balcony setting. Her results came out barely above average, but then again, she wasn't really breaking much of a sweat. She had aimed for the average. Then were the sit-ups, which she did well in, once again barely above average. She failed the pull-up test, as well as the very similar flex-arm hang. Her upper body strength was rated as 'weakened'. Flexibility was a ten out of ten. As for reaction speed with the automated dodge ball assault setting room, it was very high, scoring at nearly 98%. Only after all that did they send her to a trainer, who promptly handed her a sniper rifle and left her alone.
All her belongings had been previously retrieved after she had accepted the offer. She didn't have much... just a few household necessities and clothing. She lived alone, making it easy for SS workers to obtain everything with ease, disguised as two movers and a small truck. It wasn't as if her house door lock was that secured. Some other articles of clothing were provided by the SS itself, including the green sleeveless polo with the white collar. She pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans, securing it with a thin, black belt. For the cold, she had a long black coat that hung down to her knees. The only things she didn't change were her sneakers and her bound-up hair. Placing her issued rifle and ammo into the long, blue locker assigned to her, Satin extracted a small backpack and snapped the door shut. This was like school, only more interesting. She was in the heart of a rebellion setting, where she wanted to be for the most part of her life.
Realizing she did not know where the 'Trainee-Labs' were, she pulled out her schedule and her map. The course after 'Field Medical Analysis' was 'Basic Combat'. Heh... coincidental? Whatever they learn about being a field medic would probably come in handy when someone bashes someone else's nose out. Medicine and literary skills were the two diagnostic fields she scored the lowest in, only in the 80%-89% range, although literary skills had a boost from her ability in cryptology. That had her pretty pissed, since she usually never got anything below a 94% on her school papers. That was the first time she ever scored below her standards. Oh well, not like I'll get any better without practice... She thought as she walked down the long hall. Staring into the distance, she thought that hallway would never end. Maybe be... one day she can find the truth at the end of her own hallway...
Author's Note: Uh... well. There will be a spar in the next chapter, so look forward to that. It's not going to be a very important spar or anything like that, but you get to see some combat. NON-MAGICAL combat, meaning it's almost human. ^_^;;; The real action can't start without a prelude... And reviews would be really nice if you can write them!
~Esperati Nero