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The training room is four times larger than a university gym, I noticed this after seeing its three different sections.
Each section has its respective signage and personnel in charge, as I walk towards the first section I realize that despite being naked I don't feel cold at all and that's even though the windows are open.
The locker rooms are mixed, because there are several women working inside, as if they were waiting for someone or something. The strangest thing is that no one has touched on the subject about the group of women outside the training room, it's as if nothing had happened.
—"Okay Dominick, let's wait for your teammates to arrive"—the instructor tells me.
We waited for several minutes, until the first of my teammates arrived, then like drops of rain the boys arrived one by one, on the girls' side they all arrived in a single group.
Something to note is that all the boys and girls are wearing their new sportswear, a set of black sweatpants and sweatshirt with red stripes on the sides and the school crest on the left side, while I am still naked.
So I look at the instructor and ask quietly. —"Instructor what happened to my clothes?"— pointing at the boys and girls around me. —"I'm sorry Dominick, orders from above."— the instructor points to the VIP area.
Denying that it's not uncomfortable would be lying, but as the minutes go by I learn to ignore those indiscreet glances or the comments and laughter of girls or boys around you, mainly when your tool wakes up.
You know what I'm talking about.
Suddenly, the instructor does a quick count and before finishing Favio runs in. —"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."— He apologizes and runs right next to me.
Making the instructor start his count again, but Favio takes advantage of the moment and whispers to me. —"My parents want you to come over for dinner."— This was a bit odd, because I've visited Favio's house before and we actually play video games every two weeks.
—"Don't ask me, it was my mother's idea."—Favio comments upon seeing the confused expressions on my face.
When the instructor finishes counting the boys and girls, he claps his hands three times. —"Okay, guys, pay attention."— Then the instructor points to one of the posters at the beginning of the section.
—"There are three main branches of mutation: Physical, Mystical, and Mental."— The instructor explains, raising a finger for each branch of mutation and adds. —"But its variants are as infinite as the stars."—
—"For example: physical mutation is not only the growth of limbs, muscles or super strength, there are also Goblins, Orcs, Beastmen in all their variants and the list increases, possibly it would end tomorrow if I named them all.
In the Mystical mutation: there are the primary elements: Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Electricity, Wood, Light and Darkness. Its variants such as Lightning, Gravity, Ice, there are also vampires, Elves, etc. etc. For more information you can consult the encyclopedia of Variant Mutants.
Lastly there is Mental Mutation: Telekinesis, Divination, Control and Mental Creation among others."— After the brief examples the instructor points forward where there is a platform with a machine. —"Come on guys, it's time to measure your strength."— The instructor tells us, as he walks towards the platform
The instructor pats the machine a couple of times. —"This beauty is the impact machine or strength meter as you want to call it"— Then and without anyone expecting it, the instructor hits the machine with a right hook.
POW!!!
After the blow, the machine activates and just above the machine, a screen where some numbers appear and for several seconds they change rapidly until suddenly it appears. "500" .
After this the instructor smiles, while applauding. —"At least you must have this amount of strength in each of your blows if you want to enter one of the academies."— Pointing to the screen above the machine.
—"What are the requirements for the Mystical and Mental mutations?"— Edwin asks while adjusting his glasses.
—"The requirements are obvious: four eyes."— Bryan says, rolling his eyes and adding. —"You just have to control an element or move objects with your ass at best."—
—"For Fatima that would be a piece of cake."— Favio comments between laughs and points to the girl's ass.
—"Asshole."— Fatima answers through clenched teeth.
—"Let's see guys, I think you're misunderstanding. You are special for second-class citizens: yes. But for mutants in general you are: Nothing"— The instructor says out loud and adds. —"Let me explain."—
—"Of the 100% of second-class citizens, only 10% will become mutants, of which 9% will have some kind of Physical Mutation, 0.9% could have a Mystical Mutation, and in the best case 0.1% will have a Mental Mutation."— The instructor explains.
The proud boys' smiles instantly disappeared.
—"That's right, guys, we barely rose to first-class citizens. Maybe and with luck, our children will be born as legitimate mutants."— Daniela, the group's representative, comments and adds. —"That's why most women in fertility sign a contract."—
The instructor claps again a couple of times to attract attention and comment. —"Well, guys, let's leave those things for your history classes, right now you need to finish your tests."— pointing to the impact machine in front and adds. —"As soon as you hear your name, you come forward."—
—"Favio Capone"— The boy raises his hand and answers —"Here."—
—"Come forward and hit the center, with all the force you have."—The instructor orders, while pointing to the white pad in the center of the machine.
Fabio nods and climbs onto the platform, stops two steps away from the machine, stands to one side and raises his fist.
Seconds later Favio hits the pad with all his force and the numbers on the screen begin to move and seconds later the number "155" appears.
—"Ok Fabio, get down."—
—"No instructor, please wait, I wasn't prepared, on my next hit I will double those numbers."— Fabio points to the screen above the machine.
—"Fabio, this is the first test, there are two more left, in those you can improve as much as you want, plus you will have a three-month period to train your strength before the final exam to get a place in the academy, as you see your application is not worth it." — With that said, the instructor ignores Favio's sad face and mentions the next name. —"Ester" —
Ester Dominguez is a chubby Latina girl with big hips and breasts for her body with tanned skin and has exotically decorated nails, you know big, thick nails with fluorescent colors, and she chews gum like a major league pitcher.
Upon reaching the machine instead of forming a fist, things that I think will never pass, for her nails. Ester chooses to extend her hand and slap the pad.
The numbers begin to change constantly until they stop at "75"
Seeing the number, Ester nods a couple of times and raises her face proudly. The girl turned around, chewed her gum and walked with her face raised.
The instructor let out a snort and rolled his eyes. —"Ivan"—After hearing his name, a blond boy with blue eyes, 1.90 meters tall and a body like the closet in your house took several steps forward, while exercising his arm.
Ivan Volkop from Eastern Europe who, like several regions on the planet, had to emigrate with his family urgently.
—"He seems like a good candidate."— One of the attendees comments.
To which his partner responds. —"But that boy only lasted 8 minutes inside the futuristic capsule."—
The face of the attendee who made the first comment immediately deformed and he let out a sigh.
Ivan stops two steps from the machine and before hitting he does a couple of exercises with his fist as if he were hitting the pad, to then hit with all his strength seconds later.
POW!! !!
After the blow, several gasps are heard from his classmates behind Ivan and the numbers change rapidly and when they finally stop, a "195" appears
—"Aaaah"— The disappointment is heard from classmates and workers.
—"Bryan"— The instructor announces and when the boy hits a "215" appears
—"Daniela"— The group representative goes to the front and when hitting the pad on the machine screen, "205" appears.
And when Edwin passes, he gets a "210"
For the other students in the group, they are between "100! to 160" Noticing this, Favio has the stupid smile on his face again.
—"Dominick"— The instructor announces as the last participant.
Dominick nods and walks towards the machine and while he clenches and prepares his fist for the blow, the instructor in charge gave him an extra instruction. —"It's just a test. Be casual, don't go blowing up the machine."— This causes some students to laugh.
Dominick simply wrinkles his face and doesn't put the instructor's recommendation into his head so he rushes to get in front of the machine.
—"Stop"— The instructor shouts, stopping Dominick's actions and when Dominick turns to see what was happening, the instructor repeats it again. —"Casual, you must hit, casual."— So Dominick nods and with a quick movement of his fist hits the machine.
And the machine wobbles after the impact.
The numbers on the screen take a while to appear and when they do they elicit a gasp from everyone present. "570"
As the instructor and the students are about to go to the second test, one of the assistants arrives and says in a low voice: —"The boss says that Dominick must stay."—
After hearing the assistant's words, everyone turns to look at me, including the instructor and the other assistants. For my part, I simply shrugged my shoulders and scrunched up my face.
—"Guys, you can go ahead to the next test."— The instructor orders. This order makes half of the assistants accompany the students, while the other half prepare to accompany me, but just at that moment the instructor adds.. —"You also go to the next test."— pointing at the other assistants.
This causes annoyance in the assistants that was visible on their faces, but they reluctantly follow the instructor's order.
—"Come Dominick, let's go see the boss."— With that said, the instructor approaches and while showing his best smile, puts his hand on my shoulder, patting a couple of times.
At this moment any stranger would think that we are both great friends. But just at that moment the assistant who gave us the message stops the instructor. —"Not you, instructor, just the kid."— he says and raises his hand to stop his steps.
Behind us, assistants and students start laughing out loud, because of the instructor's bad luck.
The assistant points at me and calls with his hand. —"Come on kid, we have to hurry up."— He says and without waiting for my answer the assistant turned around and started walking quickly, as if that assistant really wanted to go to the toilet.
So I have to jog a couple of meters to catch up with him.
The moment I reach the assistant, this man looks at me from head to toe, while walking, nods a couple of times and whispers. —"Right now every son of a bitch is going to want to be your friend, just tell everyone to go to hell."— The assistant says to me looking back and wrinkles his face as if he stinks of shit and adds. —"You must pay attention to the boss's words, depending on the favor he asks will be your earnings."— At this point I can only nod a couple of times, while trying to keep up with his pace as he walks.
We arrive behind the training room and between the stands we enter a corridor that takes us to some stairs that go up to the boxes. —"It's higher up"— The assistant tells me and as we go up the other stairs, the assistant adds with a smile. —"The boxes for members are more than double those."— Pointing to the normal boxes.
This comment is completely useless, but I put on a surprised face, this made the assistant smile and when he is about to speak, we finish climbing the steps.
We immediately enter another much narrower corridor where a man in a black business suit with dark glasses is waiting for us and upon seeing this agent, the assistant suddenly shut his mouth.
It is as if this agent is guarding the door behind him.
Before the two of us could move forward, the agent raised his hand and pointed. —"You go back."—The assistant immediately stopped, turned around and without saying anything else, simply walked away.
The agent waited until the assistant was out of sight to give his next order. —"Come."— I obediently nodded a couple of times confirming the order and walked towards the agent.
This gave me the necessary time to look more closely at the appearance of this agent, noticing that on the lapel of his jacket there is a silver plate, it is like a small silver medal with an eagle in flight, like a coat of arms, above the eagle it says: "Rank C."
Under the eagle there are two pillars drawn indicating his Class and logically this agent is silver.
On his right hand is a striking bracelet and the agent puts this bracelet in front of his face. —"It's here."— The agent mentions and a red light turns on on the bracelet.
Seconds later the bracelet light flashes a couple of times, but this time, the light is green, I don't hear anything, but the agent nods and answers. —"Confirmed, the boy is entering."— With that, the agent took a step back and retreated about two meters.
—"Come in."— The agent tells me and opens the door.
The moment that door opens, music can be heard inside, several shouts as if they were cheering and conversations from several people.
The moment I enter, the box. It is a large place and looks more like a nightclub, with lights of different colors, music, a central dance floor and two smaller dance floors on the sides where two girls dance in very small clothes and while they dance pole dancing, their underwear is visible to the naked eye.
In front of the center dance floor there are several leather sillons,, in one of those sillon a fat man is sitting and he is surrounded by four girls from the cheerleading team, but in the other sillons there is the basketball team with the remaining cheerleaders.
I see Daphne and a couple of her friends, they are the most popular girls in school, talking with the captain of the basketball team.
Suddenly the music stops and the girls stop dancing and everyone falls silent, while they turn to look at the door, just at that moment the lights turn on.
In the back of the place behind the sillons, there are 4 agents standing and attentively watching.
—"Dominick, come boy sit next to me." — Says the fatty guy in the middle of the girls and he stands up making some signs for her to accompany him.
This causes the four girls to get up and leave the sillon without saying a word, moving on to the other sillon, Daphne and two of her friends get up.
I first approached and extended my hand towards the fat guy in a casual greeting, this caused the agents to be on guard, like cats ready to jump on their prey.
Mr. Fatso raised his hand. —"Calm down."— He says loudly and then lowers his hand to shakes it with mine.
—"Dominick."— I introduce myself.
—"Dave"— The fat guy answers and adds —"Dave Grave"— Then he turns and points to the seat, for my part I just confirm by nodding a couple of times.
—"Do you want something to drink?"— He asks me and I thought it was just courtesy, but immediately a waiter approaches, but it wasn't just any waiter. —"Dean.?"— I ask in amazement.
The dean just makes a grimace with his lips disguised as a smile, in the form of a greeting and asks me. —"What can we serve you young man?"— Before opening his mouth.
Dave says out loud. —"You ask for whatever you want, even if it's a girl or boy, I have no problem with that."—By inertia I went back to look at the sillon, behind ours.
All the girls sitting immediately look up and flirt a little, while the boys look away to the sides.
For the first time I felt like pointing at one of these sons of bitches. It's not that I like men, you know simply for the fact of completely fucking their existence as they have done with other boys.
But then I gave up, looked at the dean and said loudly. —"Bring me a mineral water."—Which was quite an experience, watching the dean nod and turn on his feet and immediately run to get what I'm asking for..
—"Bring me a Vodka Tonic."— Dave orders when the Dean was already several meters away from us, so he has to go back to take the order.
After ordering his drink Dave smiled and casually asks me.—"Tell me Dominick what your plans are for the future."— This question would be difficult to answer if my performance was on par with the other kids.
Because all those who breathed the miasma for 5 minutes or less are below the average talent to become a known mutant and although some are above average, they are not fit to enter an academy.
Come on, those boys and girls would enter with the sole purpose of becoming a walking punching bag and it would only be a matter of time before they ended up dead or worse being victims of some degenerate.
Whose kidnapping would not matter to anyone.
After thinking for a bit, I answer. —"I'm going to the Academy."— With that, Dave let out a long sigh of relief.
Then with a big smile, Dave patted my shoulder a couple of times. —"That's great, that's great, boy."— For each sentence, Dave gave me an extra pat and his smile grew bigger and bigger.
At this point Dave leaned forward a little, reached into his shirt and pulled out a blue card from his pocket.
I immediately recognized the card and before I could open my mouth, Dave stepped forward. —"Dominick, I have a deal."— Dave hands me the card and while I check the authenticity seals and by inertia I ask. —"What's the deal?"—
Dave calmly adds. —"See that girl."— Seeing that Dave points at her, the girl immediately gets up and approaches the couch with us. —"Her name is Zara."— When the girl hears Dave's words, the girl nods. —"Nice to meet you."— the girl offers me her hand in greeting.
Before I can answer, I feel my whole body paralyze and start to heat up to the point of having red skin and I feel as if someone is starting to pull my arm.
This of course scared me and since I can't scream at that moment, I open my mouth and eyes as wide as I can, pretending to scream.
At first, both Dave and Zara thought it was all part of a joke, a performance in bad taste, and they both started laughing half-heartedly, but when they saw how a part of my body began to separate and duplicate.
Seconds later I had three arms.
Both of them stood with their eyes wide open and Dave shouted in amazement. —"He's mutating, Dominick is mutating."— Making all the people, including the dean and the two girl dancers, come closer to look more closely.
And when my second body appeared, everyone started to say, —"He's a clone, Dominick has a clone, his mutation is cloning."— This was just beginning, because before anyone else could continue to comment, my body began to heat up and divide again.
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To be continue...
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