24 June 2012
(read part 1-7 first)
The ten lined up. They waited for their 'mentor' or that's what the general called him. They all believed that they could adapt easily themselves but no! The general didn't think so. The door slammed on the far side of the room and the general entered followed by a small fifteen year old boy with brown scruffy hair. "Matt here," the general proclaimed, "is to be your mentor! "You have had several days of adapting all he'll do is advise you! Do not feel that he is in charge! For he is not, I am!" the general looked around smugly only to have one of the soldiers question him. "And why should this, 'boy', advise us? He has had no training! He is not qualified..." He was cut of short, "Because he has had eight years of experience compared to your three days!" he glared at the disrespectful soldier, "Anyway, follow me." They found themselves in a dark round room with ten dark leather suits in glass cabinets on the walls. A large round table dominated the room. On it lay many weapons. Guns guns and more guns. The boy, Matt, looked at them in disgust. "These are your suits. Camouflaged for night. Put them on." They all kitted up in the dark army gear. From black to grey. Bullet belts. Also night vision goggles. The general then proceeded in dosing out out the weapons until the boy stood before him. "No." he said short and plain. "No?" the general looked at him in shock. "No." "What is it son?" "I don't want guns. I want something that is more...more elegant. Something that gives people a chance. Not just a one shot kill weapon." "Okay then we will find you something." he said sounding slightly agitated. He walked out the room and the soldiers looked at him. "So this is the little munchkin who gave us this power." one said "Yes," another advanced, "the all powerful one. Or so they say." Matt remained silent. Wave after wave of insults approached. The general entered. They all stood back. He came in with a large black sheathed sword and some dark metal nun-chucks. He also held some metal throwing stars. They were slumped on the table. "These are your weapons."
ShadowKnight Part 8 • Opuss № I