In a land called Calmadere, there was a great war,
wiping out the entire civilization. A few select people,
were told to go into hiding, the greatest minds of that
land. Once the war was over, they rebuilt Calmadere, and
were attacked again, and that's when they decided to make a
new group of fighters, a class of super soldiers. One was
mixed in a lab, the ultimate fighter, chosen for the
operation ahead, the others were mere humans. His name was
Sarge, his classification, the Ruler. He surpassed most of
his team in strength and size, he had great speed and
power, the doctors could not tell this from how he failed
every test though. He became a great warrior, and this is
his story.
Chapter 1
It was Sarge's first day of training, he was a bit
afraid, being with all his teammates, he felt so small next
to them, especially this one large kid named Donovan. There
teacher was a very gruff and intense man. There was a
plastic booth in the corner of the room they were in, and
behind a door were two very mean looking dogs. The teacher
looked around, as if he wanted to kill every single one of
the pint sized little fighters.
"Alright you little punks!" The teacher yelled,
looking around. A few of the kids jumped. He
smirked, "Welcome to your training, you will be in here for
the next thirteen years, you will all be eighteen,
hopefully I can make something of you little maggots by
then." The teacher kept pacing, looking at every single one
of them. He then went over to a wall. It had a small device
on it with a big blue button. He pressed it and the door to
the plastic booth opened, you could then hear the barking
of the large dogs from behind the other door. "This booth,
is our little problem solver. Any of you fail, you'll have
to take it up with the dogs. Do we have any pussies, who
would like to just quit right now?" Everyone shook their
head and the teacher smiled. "Good, good. Alright, I'm your
teacher, your family, your coach and your disciplinary tool
for the next 13 years as I aforementioned. My name is of
none of your business. When I talk to you, I will ask for
your answer, and you will reply at both the beginning and
ending of your answer, sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes", everyone said in unison.
"I DIDN'T HEAR IT!" The coach yelled. Everyone
looked a bit scared.
"Sir, yes, sir!" everyone yelled in unison. The
teacher smiled, a smug smile and nodded.
"That's better, now, everyone to your sleeping
quarters, we begin training tomorrow at o-five-hundred
hours. You are dismissed." Everyone nodded and broke up,
going to their bunkers.
The next morning everyone reported to the same
place, many of them falling back to sleep where they sat.
The teacher came in, slapping a ruler on the wall, waking
the sleepers up.
"Welcome, to your first day of training. As I said
yesterday, if you fail to comply with any of our standards,
you will have to take it up with the dogs." He smirked. "Is
that clear?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" everyone yelled in unison.
"Good, your first excersize will be to determine
how much strength you have. Follow me." He walked out a
door, the class followed him slowly. He led them into a
large auditorium with hundred of devices. There were tanks
of water, running wheels, guns on a rack and many other
training devices. He showed them to a rubber square hooked
up to a machine. He took Sarge first. "Alright, what you're
going to do Sarge, is punch this square as hard as you can,
and we're going to see how hard your punches are. You have
two tries to do your best." Sarge nodded and the teacher
stepped away. Sarge lunged his fist backward, forcing all
his weight, he punched the square. It barely shook, making
a loud thud. The counter read at fourteen. "Better do
better Sarge, 14 pounds of force is too small for you."
Sarge nodded, making the same efforts, this time it read
fifteen, his hand begun to hurt. The teacher looked a bit
afraid, he couldn't feed the leader to the dogs the first
day. He merely broke a sweat, forced a smile and decided to
lie. "Good Sarge, good. That was good. Next!" Sarge stepped
away, letting Donovan up. The teacher looked at his chart,
biting his bottom lip, he wrote down thirty pounds of force
for Sarge.
After everyone had finally gone up, they went over
to the running wheels. Sarge stepped onto them.
"Alright Sarge," said the teacher. "You're going to
run as fast as you can and try to hold it. This will
measure both your speed and your time." The teacher pressed
a button, freeing the running mat. "Now go." Sarge nodded
and began running as fast as he could. The measure read at
three feet per second. He held it for only a few minutes
until he was tired and couldn't run. The teacher bit his
bottom lip once again, looking at his charts. Sarge was not
shaping up to be very good. He lied on the charts again,
putting Sarge at the required medium. six feet per second
for thirty minutes. The teacher was really hoping that
Sarge would do better on the next excersice, or else he
would have to drop him to the dogs. He looked to Sarge, he
was red in the face, nearly passed out. Sarge layed on the
floor, panting, sweating a lot.
The next excersice looked easy enough, the teacher
knew Sarge could not fail this. The excersice was to hold
your breath, under water, for as long as you could. There
were enough tanks for everyone to go at once.
"Okay! Your going to plunge your head in here and
hold your breath. The required, minimum, is 10 minutes, but
we are going to do better than the required minimum aren't
we!?"
"Sir, yes, sir." The yell was louder this time,
more forceful, the teacher smiled, knowing they were hyped
up now.
"Everyone, begin!" Everyone plunged there head into
their tanks of water. After only 2 minutes, Sarge brought
his head out, gasping for air. The teacher's right eye
twitched. "Sarge! What the hell was that!?"
"I couldn't hold it any longer." Sarge said out of
breath. The teacher walked over, giving Sarge a hard slap
to the face. Sarge fell, a small cut in his cheek was
bleeding from the slap.
" I didn't hear it soldier!"
"Sir! I couldn't hold it any longer, sir!" Sarge
yelled, standing up.
"Well, that's too bad now ain't it?" The teacher
said, snapping his pencil. "Then, I guess you'll have to
ask the dogs for assistance!" He snapped his fingers and
two guards came, taking Sarge by the arms to the room with
the dogs. Everyone brought their heads up "Alright, we are
going to make an example of your so called leader! Follow
me!"
Everyone followed him into the room, sitting down.
Sarge was in the booth, sweating, pounding on the glass
walls, when the door opened to release the dogs. The
teacher was mad, yet scared of what the doctors might say
when they learned of this. He lit up a cigarette to try and
calm his nerves. Donovan bit his lip, he couldn't see this
done, but sat, knowing it would be him in there if he
decided to speak his mind. One dog jumped at Sarge, the
other tackling into him. Sarge dodged both, trying as best
he could to hide where the dogs were but the door closed
all to soon. The two dogs gathered around him and began to
bite at him. He screamed in pain, beginning to get very
angry. He brought his hand around, getting a good hit to
one of the dogs heads. The dog bit his own tongue off and
backed away yelping. This made the other angry. Sarge
managed to get up as it went to bite him. The wounded dog
leaped at him, but Sarge dodged, and then brought his foot
crushing down into the dogs ribs. There was a sickening
crack and the dog died with a shrill yelp. The other leaped
at him, Sarge grabbed it's head and threw it into the
glass. It yelped, bruised. Sarge, filled with fury, walked
over, punching the dog. It's skull cracked and began
bleeding from the head. It fell, silently to the ground.
It's skull, broken, pieces of it digging into his brain.
The dog died silently, Sarge loomed over the fallen dogs,
smiling, a crazed look in his eyes. The teachers cigarette
fell to the ground as his jaw fell in astonishment. Sarge
punched the glass window, breaking it and stepping out. He
stood, a smirk on his face.
"That, was amazing!" The teacher said, his
eyebrows looking as though they were ready to leap of his
head and he was almost jumping up and down. "No one's ever
been able to get past those dogs. Those are the most
vicious son of a bitches in the land!" Sarge stood tall and
proud and turned to the teacher, then walked over slowly.
He looked the teacher right in the eye and smiled,
tightening up a fist.
"If you ever do that again, I might just have to do
something like this." He brought his fist up fast, upper
cutting the teacher. He flew up a bit, landing his head on
the bleachers and bleeding from the head. Sarge merely
walked away, going to the bunks. Everyone gathered around
the teacher, but Donovan ran over to Sarge.
"Sarge! What are you doing!? You're going to get
yourself..." Donovan was cut off as Sarge brought his
forearm to meet Donovans face. Donovan fell to the ground,
slightly bleeding from the nose. "You're fuckin crazy
Sarge! You know that!?" Sarge merely shrugged as he went
out the door and to his bunk. Donovan held his nose,
shaking his head. "He's gone crazy. This isn't right."
Donovan muttered under his breath as the teacher started to
get up. Everyone was dismissed to their bunks as soon as he
could see straight.
The teacher stood in the doorway, watching Sarge
sleep and smirked. He walked away, taking out a cigarette.
"That boy's gonna be a fine leader. A damn fine
leader," he said as he placed the cigarette in his lips and
lit it up.
The next day everyone reported back to the
bleachers, the teacher had a bandage around his head.
Donovans nose had stopped bleeding.
"Alright! I hope everyone's had some time to rest since yesterday, cause we got a lot to do. Is that clear!?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!" Everyone yelled in unison.
"Good," The teacher said, pacing back and forth
with his hands behind his back. "Since, we were cut kind of
short before, we should do the excersizes all over. Come
on." Everyone moaned, except Sarge, who had a smirk on his
face. He walked down the rafters as the teacher led
everyone back into the room. Sarge stepped up to punching
square. "Alright Sarge, your previous scores do not count.
No one's does, just imagine this as a second first day."
Sarge nodded and smirked. Bringing his hand back and then
into the square, a very loud smack coming from it. The
square shook violently as the meter read ninety pounds of
force. The teachers jaw fell again.
"Sir, I can do better sir!" Sarge said, turning to
the teacher.
"Yes, yes, everyone gets two tries." Sarge nodded
and turned back to the punching square. Pulling his fist
far back, then slamming into the square, and he kept going.
Both his arm and the square went straight through the wall.
He took his arm out of the large gaping whole and the meter
clocked it before it disconnected. "one-hundred eighty
pounds of force! That's amazing!" The teacher exclaimed
nearly jumping up and down. He cleared his throat and
looked around. "Very good Sarge, very good," he said,
patting him on the back. Sarge nodded and stepped
away. "Well, we'll get to you others tomorrow when it's
fixed." Everyone went over to the running wheel. "Alright
Sarge, you might as well go." Sarge nodded once again and
began running as fast as he could. It was at twenty, then
thirty, it eventually reached fifteen feet per second and
Sarge held it for a good hour. Everyone was sleeping until
he had finished. He stepped off, sweating just a bit, his
legs hurt, not as much as yesterday, but they still hurt.
"I'm done coach." He said, putting his hands to his
knees and sitting on the floor. The teacher looked at the
meter and couldn't believe it.
"Alright Sarge, good job, take a rest and get ready
for the next excersize." Sarge nodded, somewhat out of
breath and layed down.
They got to the next excersize and Sarge started
before anyone. He held his breath as best he could and
lasted a good five-minutes before everyone else started.
First, a small kid went out, then a few others, then
everyone except Donovan and Sarge. Donovan quit out at 30
minutes, but Sarge kept going and didn't stop until it had
been two hours. The teacher smirked.
"Very good Sarge, very good. You're shaping up in
this class." Sarge nodded and smirked. "You did a good job
on those dogs yesterday. So, lets keep it up, cause we got
new dogs, or should I say, rabid wolves." The teacher
laughed. "Yes, that reminds me, one of you seems to really
be lacking now." He walked over to the kid who stopped on
the excersize first. "You, have a date with the dogs."
"No!" The kid screamed, tears rolling down his
cheeks as the teacher held him by the shirt and led
everyone back to the smaller room. Everyone sat on the
bleachers as the kid was tossed into the booth. He pounded
helplessly, screaming and crying, choking on tears. Then,
the dog door was opened and they leaped out at him. They
bit him hard and relentlessly, soon, taking a bite out of
his arm. He fell to the ground and they proceeded to tear
him apart. He died with shrill screams. Everyone looked
green in the face, but Sarge, he merely smiled and walked
back to the bunkers.
"Hey! Sarge! I didn't dismiss you!" Sarge shrugged.
The teacher ran off at him, catching him at the bunks. He
grabbed Sarge by the arm. "Damn it! You listen to me from
now on! You got it!?" The teachers eyes blazed with fury.
Sarge smirked.
"I told you, never to treat me like that again." He
smirked, then grabbed the teachers hand and twisted it,
holding a back hand up. "Now! I don't want more of this
sissy training! I want to learn to fight, to kill, to maim,
that's what we're here for isn't it!?" The teacher nodded
with fear in his eyes.
"But, you must understand Sarge, you have to go
through all the excersizes"
"Simplistic! The worst! Too easy," he smirked,
letting the teacher's hand go and putting his own to the
side. "I want one-on-one training when all the others are
going through the preliminaries, you got that?"
"Yes! Yes, Sarge, whatever you say." The teacher
stood. "But be warned, I am one of Calamdere's finest
elite." The teacher walked away with that as he went back
to the others.
The next day everyone gathered in the room, Sarge
had a smirk on his face.
"Alright guys!" The teacher said as he suddenly
entered the room. "All of you are going to the other room
with another person. Sarge, you come with me." Sarge nodded
and smiled as everyone got up. He stood and jumped down the
bleachers. "Alright Sarge, are you sure you wanna go
through with this? I wouldn't want to hurt you."
Sarge smiled once again, almost a light chuckle
coming from him. "You, hurt me. Oh, if you can only lay a
hand on me." Sarge folded his arms, nodding slightly.
"Don't be so disrespectful Sarge. It will mean your
death." The teacher moved from in front of Sarge to behind
Sarge in a few seconds. Clasping his hand together the
teacher grinned and brought the tight, double fist,
straight onto Sarge's head. Sarge flew forward, landing on
the ground.
"Wha...huh...what just happened?" Sarge asked,
severely confused on what just happened.
"I just taught you to always respect your opponent.
Now, come with me. We will cover a lot today." The teacher
walked off. Sarge stood up, somewhat wobbly and nodded,
following after him.
They walked to a large open area. Definitely a
training ground. The teacher walked over to large barbells
laying on a mat. "Alright Sarge. Two-hundred fifty pounds.
If you can lift this, we will go straight through all these
training excersizes as well." Sarge nodded, holding his
head somewhat. It had begun to bleed. He wiped his hand of
the blood and stood over the barbells. "Alright Sarge.
Remember, lift with your legs."
"Don't worry about me old man! I can handle this."
The teacher smiled, backing off with his hands in the air.
Sarge put his hand on the metal rod and began to lift.
After several seconds he began to get red in the face. He
took a breath. The barbells had begun to move slightly.
"Alright Sarge, keep it up." The teacher smiled,
knowing Sarge could not possibly lift that thing. Sarge
smiled, acting like he could not lift it. After a minute
the teacher began to get fed up. "We have a schedule Sarge!
Either quit or lift it!" Sarge nodded, looking as if he was
going to pass out. Then, with his strength he lifted it and
flung it up into the air. As it came down he put his hands
up, holding it above his head. The teacher's jaw
dropped. "Woah! You never seem to dissapoint me every once
in awhile Sarge. I'd underestimated you. You will be a..."
"I don't need your praise old man! I can do
anything I want to do. Whether you are happy with it or
not." Sarge turned his back to the teacher.
"Well then, are we ready to begin your fight
training now?" The teacher asked, cursing under his breath
somewhat about the lack of respect.
"Yes, shall we, and don't make it slower with your
nonsense and gibberish. I'm here to learn, not to chat."
Sarge said, turning back to the teacher.
"Very well Sarge. Well, would you like to throw a
punch at me?" Sarge nodded and walked over. With the same,
one-hundred eighty pounds, of force as before, he punched
at the teacher. The teacher blocked it, grabbed Sarge's arm
and flung him into a wall. Sarge hit it with a very loud
thud and the wall shook, cracking it a bit. Sarge fell to
the ground and got back up, kneeling on one knee. "Well,
come on Sarge. Shake it off and try it again." Sarge got up
and did a running punch. The teacher did the same maneuver
flinging Sarge into a punch of equipment. It all fell, as
did Sarge. He got up, shaking it off. "Alright Sarge, your
turn now." Sarge nodded and walked over to the teacher.
"Tell me how."
"Oh, I thought you didn't want me to overload you
with my nonsense and gibberish." The teacher said, smiling.
"Just, show me." Sarge said, rubbing his head. It
had really started to hurt and bleed now.
"Alright. First, put your arms up in an X, then, as
soon as you can, wrap your arms around your opponents.
Finally, just use your weight to throw them far over your
shoulder." Sarge nodded and got ready. The teacher nodded
and threw a punch. Sarge blocked it, wrapped his arms
around the teachers and flipped him over his shoulder. The
teacher flew far, smacking through equipment, then, into
the wall, breaking straight through it. The teacher was
knocked unconscious from the blow with cuts and scraped
everywhere and bricks laying on him. He moaned a slight
moan as Sarge went over and kneeled by him.
"You okay old man?" Sarge said, smiling. The
teacher nodded somewhat, regaining a bit of consciousness.
Sarge smirked and called for a medic. He watched as they
took the coach away on a stretcher. "Well, that was fun."
Sarge said, dusting himself off as a nosy medic was trying
to heal his wounds. Sarge brought up his hand into the
medics face, breaking his nose. The medic fell to the
ground and Sarge walked back towards the bunks.
After a few days the teacher was back in good
condition and Sarge was ready to continue his training.
"Ok Sarge. You've had enough time to rest, it's
time to get back to training. I think we've established
that you can fight. But, as the leader, you need a symbol
that you're strong. The others, they take the easy way out
with guns. You, need to show your brute strength. That's
why, you will be trained in sword fighting." The teacher
said as Sarge showed up on the training course.
"Doesn't matter. I could kill hundreds with my bare
hands." Sarge said, holding up his hands.
"Respect Sarge! Show respect. If not, it will be
your death," the teacher said smirking. He tossed Sarge a
broad sword. Sarge caught it. "The essentials. Thrust!
Parry! Slash! Block! Those are the only thing you need to
know to sword fight. The rest is skill. Lord, let us hope
you got some." The teacher took out a long sword. "I was a
leader once to you know." The teacher held his sword in one
hand, twirling it.
"Could we get to the training please," Sarge said
impatiently. The teacher smirked, rushing at Sarge, he
jumped high, bringing his sword down fast. Sarge tried to
push it out of the way but it very badly cut his arm. The
teacher smirked.
"Rule number one, get out of the way," the teacher
chuckled. "Ok, now the basics." Sarge held his arm,
cringing in pain, looking at the site of large amounts of
blood flowing from his arm.
"Die!" Sarge's rage won him over, his natural
instincts for fighting turning on once again. He thrust at
the teacher at a very fast speed. The teacher twirled out
of the way, swinging the end of the hilt into the back of
Sarge's head. Sarge flew forward, bleeding from the head.
"Settle down Sarge! You'll get yourself hurt!" The
teacher lowered his sword. Sarge held his head standing up,
turning to face the teacher. Sarge had a look of death upon
his face.
"I said die!" A large burst of energy came from
Sarge, a black aura emanating high off of him. He charged
at the teacher, who brought his sword up and barely
side stepped Sarge's attack. Sarge bounced off a wall,
flying fast towards the teacher. The teacher turned in time
to see Sarge swinging his sword down at the teacher. The
coach blocked it, but Sarge kept pushing, lowering to his
feet, the aura leaping higher every time he put more
strength. He continued to push down on the teachers sword,
getting it very close to his face. Sarge let out a war cry,
a large amount of energy bursting off of him. The teachers
sword broke, pieces of it jabbing into his eye, dangerously
close to his brain. Sarge brought his sword down, putting a
large gash in the teachers face. The teacher fell to the
ground and Sarge stood, holding the sword in high position.
The aura disappeared and he dropped the sword, looking
wide eyed at what he had done. "Medic!" Sarge screamed,
looking around. "God damn it get me a medic!" The medics
came, taking the teacher away and bandaging up Sarge.
"What happened kid?" One of them said.
"I don't remember, it was just, like a spirit
possessed me, but I knew it was my own. I almost killed
him." Sarge just stared off into space, learning what true
battle was like.
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