"Camp racial?" Sul asks, "I know I know it's a lot to bare in, but every student is like this." She said. She looks at Sul who apparently was not buying anything she said. "Look don't you remember what happend on the high way?" She asked "that was real? Then? Oh no no no" Sul began tearing up as he remembers. "I killed him that man."
The nurses exited the room as Mrs Vela spoke to him. "Look I know killing can be difficult and hurting especially if it's your first time. The guilt and the constant reminder in your gut you get everyday that a soul is gone because of you." She correlated with him. "I've been there, everyone in camp racial all have." She says calming him down. "Come follow me I'll show you around when you're ready."
Sultan and Mrs Vela take a walk around camp racial for a little tour "Camp racial has a host of many different people from many diverse back grounds and in camp racial there are many different sections, sub camps if you may." Mrs Vela said "I'm guessing in each sub camp people are grouped in their same race." Sultan figured. "How ironic" he says with sarcasm
"Yes we do have people of the same race in the same camp, but that doesn't mean we promote such things in our other social activities, look every male and female here consider each other brothers and sisters." She assured. "Over here we have camp W" she says. "And I'm guessing w stands for white."Sultan guessed. "Precisely" she agreed. "Everything here seems to be vague" Sultan criticized
"Well with the fact that our students spend hours everyday training and learning, we can't have them having a hard time remembering their right camp, so we keep things as vague as possible." Mrs Vela enlightened. "Well what a great excuse to say the council don't have a creative mindset." Sultan Jokes.
Mrs Vela laughs a little.
"You're a funny one Sultan I'm sure your camp is going to love your humor." She complimented. "Wait my camp? What do you mean my camp I didn't say I was going to stay here." Sultan relented. "Sultan I'm afraid you don't really have a choice, if we send you outside the way you are, the one kill in the high way will be no different than snapping a tooth pick compared to all the casualties you're going to cause." She informed him.
"What do you mean?" Sul asked. "Your body it isn't stable, one wrong move and you could cause the death of hundreds. That's why kids in camp racial stay here because they can't control their special blood on their own, they need us to help them through the stabilization process so they can once again reconnect outside." Mrs Vela. Says.
"But then how come I'm just recently finding out about this camp? Judging by the size and population how come the government doesn't tell us about this place?." Sultan asks.
"Well this place is located in an island only special bloods are allowed, making a safe place for the special bloods as well as keeping our location secret, even the government don't know we exist." She says.
"You know, this place is cool and all, but I think I would rather go back outside." Sultan says. "Sultan I already told you this place cares for nothing else but your protection" Mrs Vela says. "I am very sure I'm more than capable of protecting myself." Sultan relented "You never learn do you?" She replied Look I get it my hormones are all jacked up and messed up and all over the place, because I killed some assassin who was coming for my family, which in some great miracle I was able to defeat." Sultan said in. Sarcasm.
"Key word miracle." She emphasized.
"Look all I'm saying is i can control myself and I don't need your protection" Sul reassured. "Oh really? So your saying you could handle any threat I throw on to you?" She asks with a deep smirk "yes I most certainly can" Sultan stated.
"Brenden!" she yells one of the boys from camp w walked in front of her, "yes Mrs Vela." Brenden says. With her smile she says. "Our new recruit Sultan here thinks he can survive in the real world, can you please show him how terribly wrong he is." She asks.
"As you wish." Bren says. Bren was a fare boy who wore a gray Tanktop and brown pants. On his hip was a brown whip. "Oh and Brenden, Make him suffer." Vela then stepped to the side and watched the battle. "So what all I have to do is beat you up and I can leave? Easy work." Sultan says. Brenden slowly brought out his whip in the same method a samurai draws his sword. "You dare underestimate my power?" Brenden says.
The aura around him completely changed. His eyes had a red hue in them. As soon as he finished drawing out his whip he rushed Sultan. "What the f-" Sultan says with no moment to react he jumped away with his eyes closed. When he opens them back the he sees a bird flying in the sky, but the bird was right in his face. He looked down to see he was jumped too high up in the air.
'What's this? Did he do this on purpose? No it seems he meant to avoid my attack, but since he's still new he didn't realize his strength, leading him to make the jump.' Brenden figured. Sul finally landed back on the ground with his feet. "Wow that was crazy as I wa-" he was cut off.
Brenden was right behind Sultan with his whip. He raised his arm up and swung down on Sultan. "Rapid kiss of the serpent." He says
His whip began hitting everything Around Sultan, while trying to inflict pain on him. 'Shit even with my sharpened eye sight I can't see his attacks, their way too fast and unpredictable.' Sultan thought "You left yourself wide open" Brenden says he kicks sultan in the chest then spins around and kicks him in his face this time. Sultan got knocked back a few feet. Crashing into a wall. "You focused all your efforts on just the whip, but didn't think about the person controlling it." Brenden criticized
"Keep that in mind next time another assassin comes for your head" He advised. Sultan stood back up and charged towards Brenden with full force. "Don't underestimate me." Sultan warns. He sent barrages of punches which Brenden dodged and avoided with ease. He jumped a 9 feet to the side and grabbed Sultans arm with his whip. Sultan grabbed the whip with his free hand trying to pull Brenden towards him, but life had other ideas.
Brenden jabbed his elbow backwards, he pulled Sultan using his whip with ease. To Sulan it felt like he was being pulled by a magnetic force making him unable to move. "Your weak, if you think you can protect yourself at this stage your thoroughly mistaken, if you can't even put a scratch on me, there's no way you will be able to protect your family. Brenden says as Sultan finally got within range. he kicked his chest alongside his face with both his legs, knocking him out cold.
"Was that necessary?" Mrs Vela asked. "No but at least now he knows how painfully useless his existence is, he should most definitely want to stay now." Brenden says with a pale expression. "The job is done I'm expecting a pay of $2000 for my work." Brenden demanded as he walked away with his whip dangling under his left arm. "$2000 for just beating up a kid your age?" She asked. "Ok then how bout we make a deal of 5000 better?" Brenden relented. "Your very bold considering your age." Vela says as Brenden finally disappears from her sight.
"Alright someone call the medics we have an injured patient." She says as she looked at Sultan's unconscious body.
[North of Canada's coast]
"Where is Franco? He hasn't reported for 6 days in a row." A large man demanded. With him were 8 others who all sat around a large table. "If you calm down you will get your answer soon enough. I sent a team to go find his whereabouts a few days ago they should be back by now." A person said. "Boss urgent news." A soldier said. "Spill it" the large man demanded. "We went out to find out the location of Franco via transmission signal from his tracker, but when we got there, Franco's dead body was found buried under a pile of cars." The soldier briefed.
"So someone killed Franco?" The man says.
A huge grin appears on his face. "Well things just got a little intriguing."
To be continued…..