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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||
Emma stood bravely alongside Irina as they filed into the room, the three girls taking seats in the front row. Emma was concerned about how well she was going to be able to focus with all of these boys around, watching her curiously as though she were a tasty morsel and they were hungry wolves. Emma thought that this was what little red riding hood felt like when she had been preyed upon by wolves. "I hope we can all be friends," someone scoffed as they walked in, as though Irina shouting hadn't deterred them in the least from picking on the blue eyed girl. "Friends? We're here to make war, not hold hands." Emma blushed and looked at her desk, waiting for the teacher to enter. Their Instructor was precisely on time and as soon as the male stalked inside a hush fell upon them. "I've been observing your interactions since the beginning of the exams." He spoke, his voice rough and roguish.
"While some of you have come here with the intentions of blood thirsty monsters, others seem to have the right idea about what we are fighting for." He slammed his fist upon Emma's desk, starting her into jumping backwards and squealing. She blushed heavily, having nearly peed herself. "This child has the right idea, we are not here to be friends, no, we are now family. Some of you may never return home. Look to the left of you, look to the right, one of those people will not be returning from the battle field. War dis not a game, guns are not toys and if at any time this become too much, I would prefer you drop out then be killed in a halfhearted fight." He righted himself and turned back towards the chalkboard, writing out his name in fancy cursive. Emma had the impression that he had come from an affluent background.
"My name is Captain Roz, I will be your Conductor, Instructor, and Mentor from this day on. I am not your Mother, I am not here to baby you and coddle you when you cry. That being said, I am still your leader and should you have any concerns, struggles, or questions, I am available during most waking hours." There was a snicker at that, as though the thought of interrupting such a brute at night were of much consequence. Emma meekly raised her hand, hoping that she would not be yelled at for asking a question. "What sort of training are we going to go through?" She blushed and Captain Roz nodded, "although I am not allowed to go into detail, it includes vigorous war scenarios, training that will exhaust you to your very core, and tests that will break you." Emma was not glad she had asked, this did not sound fun. She swallowed, "I-I'm ready," she stuttered, attempting to look brave.
"In ten minutes time we will head into the Grand Hall for the Entrance Ceremony. You will be joined by senior ranking members, older classes, and more Generals than you can count. I expect that you will show them the utmost respect and do not attempt to fraternize with those who have no other interest in your well being than using you as pawns." The threat was clear, there would be no noodling your way to higher ranks via connections. They were pawns, the lowest ranked and therefore the easiest to be disposed of. Emma bit down on her lip, she was ready for this, if her mission was to recruit some of thee kids to the rebellion then surely she would do so without question.