This is my first post. I also wrote most of this in the middle of class so its not as good as I wish. And I have no clue what it should be rated. It's deffinatly not for everyone. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I was running as fast as I could. I wasn’t just going to let them kill me. I tried to stay quite, but it was hopeless. I was crashing through trees and bushes with my pursuers close behind.
How was it I was always the one to get in trouble? I glanced behind to see how far behind they were. The barking of Drake’s dogs grew closer. I squinted into the darkness in front of me. The ground looked like it ended.
I tripped over a tree root and went head first over a cliff. I tumbled to through the air, I had no control. I started to cry out but the air was stolen from my lungs. My stolen, dark cloak billowed around me, but the hood miraculous covered my face, protecting it from the lashing wind.
Ice water flew around me. My lungs struggled for air. The current dragged me down. I tried to swim, but the water fought me. The water gained victory as I blacked out and it swept me away.
Flash back
“I wish to join D.I.G.S.” My father looked up from his papers. He stared hard and cold at me. I shivered involuntarily.
“Absolutely not!” His voice was firm. His gaze pierced me to the center. I was saved by the door opening. I turned and was greeted with a warm smile.
“Ry! Sir Lance! How are things around here?” I was tempted to run up and greet him, but that wouldn’t help my case.
“Hello Jacob. How is your father, Sir Kyle?” I replied officially. He stopped in the middle of the room and gocked at me. He turned to my father, then back to me, and blinked a couple times.
“What is going on?”
“Sir Lance is denying my request to join D.I.G.S.” I was trying my best to act like a soldier.
“You cannot join D.I.G.S. It’s for noble blooded men. Besides what would your mother say?” My father stood and walked to the window. I couldn’t believe he brought up mom. I glared coldly at him.
“I am noble blooded and my mother wouldn’t care. My mother has never cared about me. She spent all her time raising Jacob and never visited. Never cared. And now she spends all her time at Sir Kyle’s side.” I replied bitterly before he could send another insult.
“Rylie!” Jake shouted at me, shocked. He knew how much I care about mom, but it had to hurt. I looked at him, but showed no emotion.
“Jaenelle,” I froze at my name, and looked at my father. He gave me a look that made me wish I was slowly and painfully dieing. “Jaenelle Rylie Stormdragon, I forbid you from joining D.I.G.S.”
Present
I awoke by a blazing campfire. A shadow passed by my face. I opened my eyes a crack. As my eyes adjusted, I saw him. I started to sit up. He turned towards me.
“Easy,” he whispered as he helped me. I stared at his tattered D.I.G.S. uniform. I realized he was talking to me.
“What?” I asked blankly.
“Are you alright?” I looked up into his face.
“Oh Jake!” I buried my head into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms gently around me. Back and forth we rocked as he whispered the comfort I needed into my ear. I couldn’t tell him the horrors I just escaped from. I couldn’t tell him what I went through, what Drake did to me. I knew he could guess by the condition of my clothes and body, but I didn’t care.
“We have to get away from here.” I whispered. Jake stroked my head as he whispered back, “I know, I know. And we are going to.”
“Where are we going to go? We can’t go home, they’ll find us.”
“I know. You’re going to come back with me. I don’t trust anyone to keep you safe.”
“Okay,” I sighed and drifted off to sleep.
The sun greeted me warmly when I awoke. My eyes didn’t want to open. I tried to roll over, but my body screamed at me. I should of know this would of happened, since my body was covered in cuts and bruises, as well as I fell off a cliff and got dragged down river.
“How are you doing, Ry?” I heard Jake’s voice.
“Hurting. I don’t want to move,” My voice was soft. He pulled me to my feet. My body tried to reject the action, but it was no use. My eyes opened and rested on the horse behind him. I looked back at Jake and noticed he had changed clothes.
“Here,” he handed me a new shirt and a pair of pants. It took me a long while to change because of my protesting body. Jake burned my old clothes while I ate. They couldn’t even be used for rags.
Finally, we were ready and Jake lifted me up on the horse in front of him. My body hurt so bad.
“Where are we going?” I asked as the horse started to walk.
“We are going to D.I.G.S.”
Chapter 2
The gates loomed above me. I handed my fake I.D. to the guard and he waved me through. Jake did an amazing job. No one should be able to tell I’m a girl. The only people who know about me are Jake and Mom.
I was trying to keep from shaking as I followed the others to where we’d be assigned. I tried to be calm while I waited for them to call my name. My mind wandered, I couldn’t believe I was actually at D.I.G.S.
“Ryan J. Stormdragon,” they called my “name” and I stepped forward. They looked over my papers then called, “J2.”
Wow, I thought. Z-U was no gifted, but great fighters. AA and below were the no gifted and good fighters. T-M was gifted and good fighters. L-F was gifted and great fighters. E-A is the gifted and are extreme fighters. Above them are the numbers. There are only ten numbers. They’re the best, the top, the heroes, the alphas.
I was expecting to get somewhere close to P. Nobody has seen me fight but my family, so I suspected Jake had something to do with it. Since he was G1, he could easily keep an eye on me if I was close to his rank.
I walked through the doors and looked around the room where I was going to fight J2. It was perfectly square. One wall was replaced with thick, two way glass. On the other side sat the 1’s. And Jake.
The door on the opposite side opened. The man was tall and had to weigh at least twice as much as me, which is about a whapping 95 pounds. He crossed the room quickly.
“You know the rules,” I nodded as he continued.” Let’s begin.” He drew his “sword,” which was more like a stick, and got in a defensive position. I drew mine and got in my favorite position, right foot forward, weight on left, "sword" in front pointed towards the ground, left hand in pocket. It confuses people every time.
This time was no different. He looked at me perplexed. I swung it low. He went to block but before the "swords" clashed, I rolled back and over. I brought my "sword" between his legs.
“Demobilized,” I said as he sank to the ground. He looked up at me, anger etched into his face. He sung and I jumped back. He kept swinging wildly. After a couple of steps backward, I glimpsed an opening. I went for it, and missed. Our "swords" locked.
I swung my "sword" back into a 360 as fast as I could, forcing the point of his "sword" to the ground. He lifted his "sword" quick, sending the hilt of mine into his jaw. He flew back a couple feet and landed with a thud.
He jumped up, fury burning in his eyes. He attacked. I was being pushed into a corner. He was going to kill me.
Zach never did like watching the placings, which is why he hardly ever did. Unfortunately, the Head wanted to talk to him and the Head always watches the placings. Zach opened the door and walked over to the Head’s corner.
“You wanted to see me, Sir?”
“Sit down and watch a minute, Zach.” He obeyed and watched the two men fight.
“What’s got Austin pissed?” Zach asked. J2 or correctly know as Austin Michelson, has been known for having a big ego and an even bigger temper.
“The guy first demobilized him by swinging his sword into his,” he paused for a second. “I recorded it. Here.” The head handed him the small recording device. Zach watched in surprise.
“That would get him mad but”
“He hit him in the jaw with his hilt.” The Head interrupted.
“Ah.” Zach looked more closely at the newcomer through the glass. “He’s only a boy!”
“No, he’s young but not a boy anymore.”
“Who is he?”
“The papers say his name is Ryan J. Stormdragon.”
“Stormdragon?!!” Zach looked up in shocked.
“You recognize the name. Good. Do some digging, but for right now lets watched.”
I was in a tight spot. Backed into a corner. J2 was trying to kill me. It was all I could do to make sure his "sword" didn't hit me. I was losing control.
Our "swords" locked again. My mind clicked and I lost control. I felt my eyes shift. I stepped towards him and kneed him hard where it counts. As he went down, I flipped over his head.
He pulled himself up and lunged. I easily knocked his "sword" out of his hand and across the room. My "sword" was right by his neck. He looked petrified.
"Impressive," the Head wrote some notes down. "But something still doesn't seem rigt."
"Don't worry, Sir. I'll turn over every stone until we know everything about him." Zach stood and faced him.
"Very good. In the mean time, I think we should let 6 fight him. I've no clue who taught him those moves. He's record says Sir Lance Stormdragon taught him. But his moves were none of the Stormdragon's. He may be a spy. You're dismissed."
"Yes Sir." Zach saluted and walked to the door. He turned and looked at the young man one more time and walked out of the room.
