The Coding Call

Chapter 9

  It wasn't until minutes later that Maxwell had a large pistol pressed against Chase's temple. Chase scared out of his mind. Tears streamed out of his face. "YOU WILL LEARN TO RESPECT ME YOU ARROGANT LITTLE PIG!" Maxwell yelled out. His eyes bulged out. Seconds before Chase made a sarcastic response to Maxwell regarding his looks. That set Maxwell off. "DID YOU HEAR ME? DO I NEED TO PROVE MY AUTHORITY IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?" Maxwell yelled. "No no no!" Chase cried out. The group stared in fear. Paralyzed. Maxwell slammed Chase's face down on the table. The thud of his head shook the table. Chase quickly lifted his head covering his bleeding nose. Maxwell stared at the rest of the group. "You're lucky Chase, you got me on one of my good days." Maxwell finished. Maxwell shifted his pistol in his holster near his waist. He then walked over to the main door. He turned and stared at the group. "You all will have a long peaceful rest. Tomorrow Albert will collect you all to bring you here to commence your training. All your questions will be answered tomorrow." Maxwell said. "Good night." He finished. With that he walked out the door, followed by the guards. 

  As soon as Maxwell left the room everyone stood up and walked over to Chase. "Chase are you alright man?" They would ask him. Chase removed his blood filled hands from his nose. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker." Chase viscously responded. "I strongly advise you don't do that." A small boy said near the back of the group. Chase stood up in an instant. "And why's that? Are you in love with that maniac?" Chase angrily responded to the small boy. The small boy kept his formal position. "Not at all, it just seems that you are slightly out numbered." The boy answered sarcastically. Chase didn't seem to like this kid. "Who are you?" Chase croaked out. "I don't think that's really relevant." The boy answered. With that the boy walked out and headed for his dorm. "Dick" Chase muttered under his breath. "We should get going to our dorms. We don't want to be late." A girl in the group yelled out. Everyone agreed and head out the door and to their dorms.

  Andrew was lost. Where was his dorm? He walked all around the halls looking for the familiar door to his dorm. He feared running into a guard, or worse Maxwell. Andrew turned the corner and finally saw the door to his dorm. A cloud of relief rained over Andrew. He quickly opened the heavy metal door and entered into his dorm. 

  He flicked the lights on to his dorm. The light bounced off the grey walls and lit the room up. On Andrew's bed was a nicely folded black pair of pajamas. How weird. Andrew thought. It's almost as if they are taking care of us. He decided that sleep asked for him. He needed to rest. He didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow. He didn't know what was going on. He had only one thing in mind. Obey. And he might just see his parents again. That he wasn't sure.