Beatings...

[Jacob]

*Setting: The room is pure white and silver. Medical equipment hangs off of the wall and the used apparatus stains the water black in the sink. Shelves and cupboards containing medicines and medical books are everywhere and in the middle of the room sits a Dentist-like chair. On the chair sits an Orkhid teenager, his top and coat are nowhere to be seen and thus he is sat on it topless. The Dr, whom is situated behind him, sits on a small, silver, swivel stool and slowly lowers the patients seat. Adjusting the light above him so that he can see the cuts and bruises on his patient more easily. The teens hair is a dark red colour with tints of black and brown mixed in. His eyes are dark brown and he is quite broad shouldered with a very musculer body. His trousers are black as are his shoes. The Dr on the other hand is sat in white, the sides of his hair are tainted grey and the rest of it blacky-brown. His eyes are a tint of hazel and blue, he wears a whitey-blue mask over his face and when he speaks it seems muffled, but understandable. Next to him is what looks like a metal instrument table. Much like the ones they use in the ER. On it sits a range of medical instruments.*

The Dr reached across to were his instruments were sitting and grabbed a small piece of, what seemed like, wire.

Dr: "So, why did they do this?"

The teen shifted uneasily at the question, he stared at the round light that was beaming a blinding white down on him. The Dr was now beginning to stitch up his wound on his forehead.

Teen: "I-I dunno...I think its just a personality clash, cant be friends with everyone...eh?"

The Dr nodded a response as he began sewing up the slash in the teens head. He did this with a needle and tweezer, not the most comfortable of ways but it got the job done.

Dr: "What do your trainers say about such happenings? Don't they try and stop it...?"

Once more the patient shifted in his position before answering.

Teen: "I think he's going to h-have a word with them. Try and stop it."

Dr: "Hmm-mm. Well, he should. You have the potential to be one of the best troops with all these battle scars. Heh."

The teen smiled, trying to ignore the pin-pricks and tightening of the cut. Slowly he lifted his arm up and rubbed his stomach, tensing as he felt a sharp pain go through his stomach.

Dr: "I'll see to that after this, you may have punctured something. But dont worry, we'll get it sorted. We'll give you some pain killers aswell, ok?"

Teen: "Yeh, thanks."

The Dr leant towards were he had got the wire and picked up a pair of small scissors. Clipping the remaining wire that was left after the stitching.

Dr: "There...now time for the rest of you."

He turned himself around on the chair, and pushed it to the side of his patient, dragging the small table with him. He then picked up a small Tv like handset with a microphone dangling from it.

Dr: "Now, your gonna have to stay laid back for this and try to relax as much as possible. I'm just going to scan your abdomen and chest to see if anythings broken."

Teen: "Ok..."

It was an uneasy response, but a response all the same. The Dr proceeded, running the microphone over the stomach of the Orkhid much like you would do when scanning for a baby. The Dr was looking at the screen, seeing if anything showed up as abnormal. Proceeding upwards he then noticed a cracked Rib.

Dr: "One of your Ribs seems to have a hairline fracture in it. Nothing too bad, but your going to have to take it easy from now on. Ok? I'll give you something for the pain and book you in again to see me for the 19th. The superficial wounds will heal in a couple of days, so you should be right as rain in the next three weeks."

Leaning towards the back of the chair the Dr held down a lever, allowing the patients chair to slowly move upwards. The teen winced abit as he rightened himself up, swinging his legs to the side and then standing.

Teen: "Thanks."

The Dr nodded and stood up, following the adolesant as he walked towards the door.

Dr: "I'll have a word with your trainer and get him to keep an eye on you. Cant be having a bunch of others ruining the chances of a potential Super-Troop can we? Heh."

The Dr smiled and walked the topless teen out of his operating room, escorting him to Reception were his top and coat waited. As well as the Head of the Training Department...

[Canned Gabbiar]

This is good stuff Jacob. Very descriptive and suspense at the end. Just like your other fan fics.

[Jacob]

*Setting: He walked down the cold, white corridor. The lights shining down on him like Heavens bulbs. He held his head down and sighed, his hands in the pockets of his black trousers and his black, uniform jacket scuffed and dirtied. Half of his face was stained with brown, muddied water. It had dried and thus was hard and itchy. Sighing he looked up, his brown eyes noticing shadows coming towards him from around the sharp corner. He stepped closer to the wall as 4 Orkhid troops come from around the corner with their Rifles drawn, they were closely followed by the Head of the Memories Department. He knew what this meant, somebody had failed their Scan. He smiled effortlessly at the Scientist, who was wearing his white gown and was carrying a metallic box. As they passed his head turned to follow them. He silently wished for the person to be alright and for nothing too bad to happen to him or her. He then turned back around and continued walking in his original direction, towards his dorm.*

Voice: "Hey, Aidey!! Wait up...!!"

The teen, Aiden, halted for a brief moment and growled something under his breath before turning. Behind him was one of his collegues, he was dressed in the same gear as him and had black hair and dark purple eyes. He smiled cheerfully and jogged towards him.

Teen: "Tough day, eh?"

Aiden nodded and then looked behind his collegue, checking to see if anyone was coming to join him, he took his hands from his pockets and folded them.

Aiden: "What do you want?"

Teen: "Nothing, heh, just to say 'hi' thats all..."

Aiden raised an eyebrow and nodded before replying sarcasticly.

Aiden: "Yeh...sure."

He then turned once more, walking quickly down the corridor. Only stopping when he felt a hand grab his shoulder and spin him around.

Teen: "What is wrong with you...?!?"

Aiden: "Look, i dont know what your trying to do or why you want to speak to me, but we haven't spoken for, like, years, so i'm kinda guessing the only reason we're talking now is because your stalling me..."

The angered teenager shoved his collegue back with his right hand and allowed himself to get flustered. It had been a long, hard day for him. He had, had worse but not by far and he was slowly starting to get more and more wound up. Slowly the other teen stepped back and shook his head slowly.

Teen: "Jesus, man...You really think i'd stoop that low?"

He turned and walked back into the direction he came from, back towards the training fields. Aiden felt somewhat guilty now, maybe he did want to make up...make things right again. But he couldn't take that chance, he had been hurt too much in the past and he didn't want it to happen again. He ran his hand through his dirt ridden hair and sighed. He then began walking towards his dorm.

***

Smoke drifted from down the corridor and he knew instantly that it was being belched out from his dorm. Quickly he jogged down the corridor, the smoke seemed to be getting thicker with every step he took. Other dorm residents were poking their heads out from their doorways now and sneering. Watching as Aiden ran towards his room. As he slowed to a stop outside the door he realised that the passcode panel had been tampered with. He bowed his head and tried to contain his anger, tried to hold-on to his last thread of dignity. Tears welled up in his eyes and the roaring fire behind his dorm door seemed to mock him, joining in with the gossiping that the other dorm residents were spreading amongst themselves. He dialled in the code and stepped back as the dorm door slid open gently, a mass of heat and smoke burst out from the opening, mocking him more and laughing at his destroyed possessions. Slowly he stepped backwards and rested his back on the wall were he then slid down onto his rear. He watched as the flames danced in his room, happily ripping into his belongings and growing stronger with every item annialated beyond repair...

[Jacob]

*Setting: The dark yellow tiles covering the floor and walls were cracked and scuffed. The plastic benches were laden with bags full of clothing and towels. Aiden sat on his own and sighed, looking around the changing room. He was wearing a Paintballing mask and a thin black bodysuit. The room was empty aside from him, the other teens had gone out to train and Paintballing was one of the more fun training activities. He didn't want to participate however, not when he knew what would happen. Aiden wasn't really popular with the other students. He was more of a loner, hated by them all. Cheering from outside alerted him to the fact that they were coming back, slowly he stood. The member of staff who was teaching them all would always come in last and so he knew that he would get away with not joining in, in the training. The wooden door opened up and the rabble of sweaty, teen boys burst through into the changing rooms, laughing and joking. Some still wore their Painballing masks, others had them removed and held them in their hands. All of them, however, had their guns.*

Boy #1: "Hey Aiden. We didn't see you out there...were where ya?"

Slowly he stood up and reached for his bag, rumaging through it until he found his white towel. To make it seem as if he had been out training he had to at least get a shower, even if it wasn't for that long. And he figured he could be in and out by the time the other kids were ready to get showered.

Aiden: "I-I was out there..."

He spoke softly and with his head down. Obviously nervous.

Boy #3: "Really. Your suit isn't muddied. Or spattered with paint...how come?"

The teen leant on the wall and looked at him. He had the top part of his suit off, bearing his muscular body and six pack. A gold chain with a cross hung around his neck. He had mouse-brown hair and pale blue eyes. His face was slightly feminine looking. Aiden began to stutter, he didn't know where to look. His eyes wanted to look at the teens body but he knew if he so much as glanced he would be in shit.

Aiden: "I-I...I stayed out of the way and was careful..."

He coughed slightly and delved into his bag. Bringing out some shampoo and a flannel.

Boy #1: "Really? Heh. I dont think you joined in, in the training excercise did you, Aidey?"

He felt the boy stand behind him. The rest of the changing room had gone quiet now, he knew they were all staring at him. Wondering what was going to happen. He gulped, pleading for the staff member to enter and thus stop them all, but it didn't happen.

Boy #1: "I didn't think so. You know, if we can spot that you didn't join in...i'm sure Hills will. You should at least get a little dirty, make it more realistic...and all. Lads."

He called back to the others, Aiden knew what was going to happen. The third teen grabbed him and span him around so he was facing the rest of the group. There were around 15 in total, not including himself. And all of them were pointing their guns at him.

Boy #2: "3...2...1...FIRE!!"

Aiden raised his hands infront of him and bent his right leg infront of his groin so that none of the pellets hit his testicles through the suit. He then closed his eyes and waited for the pain to go away. Pellet upon pellet hit his body, the pain almost unbearable. Even though the Orkhids supplied them with face masks, the body suits the participants wore were purposely thin, thus encouraging the trainee's to avoid being hit. The pellets in the guns were always red aswell, to give the impression of blood. Psychologically anyway. After half a minute of pellet fire, the third teen called a stop to it.

Boy #3: "Whoa, whoa...stop...STOP!!"

He called for the group to halt their firing, raising his arms in the air to draw attention to himself.

Boy #3: "Lets not waste our ammo on the fag...heh. Lets just do this the old fashioned way."

Aiden whimpered and looked at the group, it seemed a matter of seconds before they had grabbed hold of him and flung him to the ground, kicking and stamping on him.

Boy #1: "Chaz, what if he tells Hills...?"

He spoke to the third teen who was pushing his foot down on Aidens right hand. Looking up to the first teen he smirks and then casts his glance down to Aiden again.

Chaz: "If he tells, we'll tell the whole Orkhid personel he's a arse-f*cking fag, heh, then see who gets punished..."

With a final kick from, who seemed to be the instigator, the brutal beating was ended. The rest of the group went back to their bags to change and shower and Aiden was left on the floor, coughing up blood in his face mask. Chaz was right, even if he did tell they would counter with that revelation and then he'd be in more trouble than them...

~End~