Impassive Face

Many people have already opened up their crates, and inside held various weapons ranging from spears to axes to bows and more. People weren't going on murder rages, but instead, she could see people getting accidentally hurt, not knowing how to use their weapons.

Felicity saw a girl open a crate out of the corner of her eye, and the petite girl took out the weapon only to pass out, crumpling to the ground from a hesitating light touch. The compatibility of weapons was true then. It was either a match or not.

Stepping out of the building's walls, they sprinted down to the shore. Melissa was there waiting. She was curled in a ball, sitting on the shore with the waves crashing near her feet.

Leah plopped down next to her, and Felicity stood next to them, holding her crate dear to her chest. She was scared to find what was inside. Likely, Obrien was going to make them fight against each other. Tightening her hands together, she blew out a furious breath.

Felicity glanced at the girls, as she picked at her box. The soft waves crashing against the cliffs made Felicity forget that she was so far from home. Opening her crate, she froze when she saw a fractured sword inside.

The blade was a smooth lavender color, beautiful despite the large defect splitting the sword in half, with a black leather hilt. She lightly placed her fingers against the blade, running it down the length, and felt the hum of the blade start to buzz against her fingers.

Taking the blade out of its small nest, Felicity gasped when the sword fused. It made a loud gong sound, making her drop it to the ground. Felicity felt a shock run up her arm, and she grimaced. "I don't like this guys." The crate dissolved into thin air after a moment, and Felicity's eyes widened in disbelief.

Melissa looked up from her crate. "This is a joke." She stuck up her short daggers comically, and Felicity grinned. It looked like a baby butter knife. Definitely befitting of Melissa. Leah was totally on the same page when she burst out laughing. "It's cute."

A loud siren went off, and a crackly intercom sounded over. "Everyone meet back to the center."

Melissa stuck out her hand to Felicity, and Felicity helped her up. Brushing the sand off of their sweatsuits and rushed over to the front of the circular building. Many people were on stretchers getting pulled into black armed vehicles with medics. Felicity squeezed her shoulders to try and remember to stay in the moment. Soon she would be able to return home.

Obrien's eyes were bright, as he surveyed to crowd. "I am glad that many people have returned in one piece. To those who did not, we wish them a full recovery."

Chills ran down Felicity's back, and she turned to Leah with wide eyes. How could he just say that? There were literally people with their heads busted open and fresh blood dripping down the crates. Obrien was a completely bloodthirsty lunatic.

"We are going to split into groups from height and weight and go from there."

The tallest immediately started congregating to the right of Obrien. The shorter people slowly made their way to the left, and Felicity made eye contact with Melissa who was blowing raspberries. "This is discrimination."

A light smile touched Felicity's lips when Melissa walked over to the left, the only flicker of joy that was soon strangled out by fear. Felicity was an average height for a woman, right in the middle of her father's tall eastern-European genes, and her Korean mother's petite frame.

Aston took after their father because despite him being about three years younger, he was almost as tall as their dad. A sharp jab to her ribs brought her back to reality with a quiet apology accompanied with it.

Obrien blared his horn. "Alright. I'll number you all off. This is going to be simple. For which group succeeds in the mission first will be granted safety during your next test."

"Does that mean we get a pass for the next test we take?" someone asked.

"No," Obrien replied. "But it does give you a better chance of doing well in that test."

Felicity frowned. How would that even work? Now they were able to deliberately change someone's fate by meddling with the tests. It wasn't like there were going to give her a weapon or something for her morality test. What would even be given to her as an advantage for that?

Obrien and his little crew started at the left side and started numbering people. The people mumbled their number when Obrien pointed his measly pencil at them. He started over sixty, pointing at the next with an impassive face. His pencil got to Felicity, and she glanced up from his black boots.

"Twenty-seven," Felicity said.

Obrien nodded, as he wrote something down on his pencil pad. He moved on to the next person, and Felicity stared up into the sky. She realized that she should still have her phone on her. Felicity reached her hand into her pockets to find them empty. She grimaced at the thought of one of the personnel tossing her phone.

"Everyone, pair up with your respective groups," Obrien yelled. "Hurry, now. We don't have much time left before the sun sets. Your mission starts at the shore and will end at midnight. Good luck."