chapter 7
Inside the gymnasium we line up in a row along the wall. We’re pressed shoulder to shoulder, trying to draw body heat from each other. I glance around for Bryce, the guy who just kicked the crap out of me, but now his face is calm, like – outside the ring – there’s no animosity.
Kane steps forward, holding a data screen. The room falls silent as he prepares to read the results of the race. The first eight names, all but one, are guys. The seventh name on the list belongs to Sam. I am immensely proud of her. I catch her eyes down the line, and the people around her playfully shove at her, ruffling her hair. She cracks a smile.
Kane prints the full list and goes to the wall to post it. People begin rushing toward it. I know my name will appear last and I have no desire to see it in print – that is, if my name is on the list at all. I’m not even sure what I’m doing here. I know they’re testing me, but this seems more like a try out to see if I have what it takes to be a soldier. And suddenly, I want this. I want to be part of this group, part of the camaraderie, even the brutality. I want to get strong, to try and figure out a way out of this place. And there’s zero chance of that happening while I’m chained to a hospital bed.
I shove my way forward through the crowd, and though I’m not tall enough to see around people, I head straight for the list. I push my way past shoulders, and people begin to part for me. When I reach it, I see my name, Sterling 5491, dead last, at the bottom. I tear the page from the wall and crumple it. “Let’s go again!” I call in my loudest voice.
I hear yells and whoops of encouragement from the crowd. They’re cheering me on. Someone slaps me on the back, as if congratulating my insanity.
Will presses his lips together to keep from smiling, and seeing that expression on his face seems completely out of place. I realize for the first time, that despite his demeanor and position of authority, he’s a boy, only a few years older than me. I jump up and down, waving the crumpled paper in my fist.
O’Donovan approaches from behind and rips the paper from my hand. “My, quite the feisty one we have here.”
I stand still in front of him, hoping I haven’t done something else wrong.
“The rest of you are dismissed.” He places a hand on my shoulder and squeezes, his fingers digging in. “But you stay put.”
The soldiers, escorted by Kane, file out through the open doors. Will stays behind, and once the room clears, it’s just the three of us. The amusement on his face is gone. We both wait for O’Donovan to say something. Will gives me a quick look. His jaw is tense; the vein in his neck is throbbing. And suddenly I’m fearful they’ll actually make me repeat the course. But then I notice the dark circles under O’Donovan’s eyes and how he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. It’s the middle of the night and I can tell he’s tired. He won’t want to wait around another hour or more for me to finish the course.
“Quite a scene you made,” O’Donovan breaks the silence.
I bring my hand to my lip, wiping away the blood I can taste.
“Let me take her into the training program,” Will says.
O’Donovan studies him. “She won’t be able to catch up with the others.”
“What’s the harm? If she doesn’t – I’ll send her back to the beds,” Will says casually.
It’s clear neither of them believes I can actually do this – become a fearless soldier – but I desperately want the chance to prove them wrong.
“Fine. It’s your choice. She’ll be your responsibility,” O’Donovan warns.
Will nods once. “I can handle it.”
And just like that, I’ve traded teams.
“Sterling, come with me,” Will’s voice is stern, but I swear a see a small look of satisfaction on his face before he turns for the door. I follow close behind him.
He leads me back to the bunker and when we go inside, it’s more deserted than it was last night. After tonight’s race, everyone must be changing into dry clothes and retiring to bed.
He mutters a string of curse words to himself, and glances at his watch. “The supply desk won’t be staffed this time of night.”
He leads me back out into the hall. I’m still soaking wet, bleeding and now also confused.
“Come on – we’ll find you something to wear and get you sheets for a bed in the dormitory.”
Again, his concern for me feels out of place here. It seems like any of the other guards would be fine letting me shiver in my wet clothes all night – or just bring me back to the hospital until this can be sorted out tomorrow. But Will won’t do that; I’m not sure how I know, I just do. We stand in the dim hallway while he decides what to do with me.
I lick at the edge of my lip again and wince. The skin is raw and split open on the corner of my mouth.
“Here.” Will untucks his T-shirt and brings it to the edge of my lip, gently dabbing at the blood.
We’re so close that I can smell him. His scent is clean, yet musky and distinctly male. I look up and watch his eyes while he works, concentrating on my lip. His eyes flash to mine, and he quickly drops his hand, like he’s been caught doing something wrong. He takes a step back. “Come on.”
He brings me back inside the bunker and heads for the dormitory. Girls are undressing, others are already in bed. No one stops what they’re doing, despite a boy being in the room. He moves with a sense of purpose and heads straight for the side of the room where Sam’s bunk is at. She’s sitting on her bed, reliving the story of her victory tonight to whoever will listen. When she sees Will approaching, her mouth snaps shut, and her shoulders go tense.
“She’ll be here from now on.” Will puts his hand on my shoulder and thrusts me forward toward their group. “Can you find her clothes and bedding? The supply room’s closed.”
I take a step toward Sam and her friends. They eye me curiously.
“Of course. No problem,” Sam says.
Will turns and leaves, and when I face the group again, Sam shudders at the sight of my face. “You all right?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak just then.
“Will brought you here?” A blonde girl tosses her hair over her shoulder and scrutinizes me.
“This is Lexi,” Sam says. I can tell by the way she says it, she’s not a fan. Lexi is tall, almost as tall as the guys are, with impossibly long legs, but her eyes are her most striking feature. They’re light green, almost yellow, they’re so light.
“Eve,” I say, blinking at her.
The look on her face says she’s either not impressed by my antics earlier, or there’s something she didn’t like about seeing me with Will.
Sam doesn’t help matters. “Yeah, every time I see you, you’re either coming or going with Will. What’s up with that?”
I shrug. I wish I knew.
“He’s kinda scary,” Sam says. “I mean, he’s not bad to look at – don’t get me wrong …” Her lips curl up in a devilish grin. “There’s just something so intense about him.”
I know just what she means – like his gaze could level you, and when he’s standing close, it’s like all the air’s been sucked from the room. Intense? Yes. But I’d never felt scared of him. Besides, intensity I understand. Anyone here that didn’t treat this insane environment with a healthy dose of intensity, I probably wouldn’t trust.
“He’s not so bad once you get to know him,” Lexi says, just the hint of a smile on her lips.
Sam rolls her eyes. There’s clearly a story here I don’t know. I find myself looking over at Lexi, suspicious of her implied familiarity with Will. And the look Lexi returns to me is the mental equivalent of a bitch slap.
“Come on, you can bunk with Sabrina,” Sam breaks the silence of our strange stand-off.
Sam loans me more clothes and strips her bed of its top sheet. “This is the best I can do, tonight,” she says, handing it to me.
“This is fine.” I take the sheet and look around. I don’t see any open beds.
Sam walks me over to the only open bunk in the far corner of the room.
Sabrina – who turns out to be the girl I faced in the ring earlier – is sitting on the bottom bunk, digging the mud from under her nails with the tip of a pocketknife.
“Top bunk still open?” Sam asks. Without waiting for a response, because we can all see that it is, she introduces me, “This is Eve.”
Sabrina sets the knife down beside her. For a second, she just looks at me, but then she takes my hand, and a slow grin spreads across her face. “Damn. Bryce did a number on your face.”
“Oh, yeah.” I bring my fingers absently to my temple.
“Top okay with you?” she asks.
***
I spend my first night as a soldier cowering under a thin sheet, shivering with wet hair. I remember the blow-by-blow of Bryce’s attack, Kane’s need to punish me, Lexi glaring at me, and I wonder if I can do this. I let a few hot tears slide silently down my cheeks. I decide I’ll give myself the night – only tonight – to be weak. Tomorrow I’ll be brave again. Then I remember the way Will dabbed my lip with the edge of his shirt, and Sam dressing me and combing my hair, and I slip into non-drug induced sleep for the first time since getting here.