THE ROMANS

Most of the recruits felt fired up by the speech.

Since going to the coliseum base in Shanghai to enrol in the programme, Kyle had never again had the attacks from the Craziorra illness.

The recruits were walking past a building with their tour guides when he felt an ache in his head. The attacks usually start with an ache in the head.

The ache was severe. Kyle tried to pretend he was fine. But he started to fall behind. He was well behind, but a fellow recruit noticed him. He squatted and held his head.

The recruit came to him and asked what was wrong. That recruit was a guy.

Kyle cursed silently, ”shit! ”

”Hey, bro. Whats the problem? ” asked the concerned recruit.

Kyle replied, ”Its nothing, man. Slight headache. Just go, man. ”

Kyle stood and tried to leave. But the other recruit grabbed his arm, stopping his movement.

”Where are you going, bro? ” the concerned recruit kept pressing Kyle.

Kyle began to lose control of his body. ”Please, no no no no, ” he begged himself as he battled to keep control of himself.

Unfortunately, the Craziorra took control of him. He turned to the recruit pressing and said, ”F**k you! ” Then he slapped the recruit and aggressively stomped on the recruit.

Someone tackled Kyle by smashing into Kyles abdomen with their shoulder. Kyle yelled at the sky in pain. He grabbed his aggressor and tossed him away.

The other recruits turned around and saw what was going on. Some of them tried to go and stop the fight, but the Romans supervising the group ordered them not to go. They all watched Kyle fight.

The person who smacked into Kyle wasn a Roman. Kyles aggressor was a regular male South Korean soldier who was a level below becoming a Roman. His name was Son.

In False Heaven, there were levels human beings had to cultivate through before becoming a Roman.

Son and Kyle were face to-face. They looked each other in the eye.

Son said to Kyle, ”Stand down, rookie. I don want to kick your ass. ”

When the Craziorra kicked in on its victim, it could eventually take over the victims body and make the victim settle the urges for sex or violence.

Kyle was a zombie at the moment. He attacked Son, but in an uncoordinated way. Son easily dodged his attacks. Son delivered a kick to his abdomen which made him bend forward. Then Son threw a right fist at him, which made him stagger and fall on the ground.

Son quickly closed in and tried to knock him out with an axe kick to the head. But Kyle rapidly spun around and caught Sons attacking right leg in his hands. He swung Sons leg and flung Son away.

The four Romans with the recruits observed that Kyles body during the fight got slightly bigger and more muscular. The Romans understood what was happening; Kyle was transforming into the true werewolf.

The Romans whispered to themselves that Kyle may be suffering from Craziorra or maybe be a spy.

Son got up fast and tried to tackle Kyle head on. Because Kyle had gotten a bit buffed, he caught Son in a hug, and he lifted Son over his head and smacked him back down on the ground.

Kyle smiled pleasantly as he stood over his opponent, who couldn get up because of the smackdown pain. A strong gush of wind smacked Kyle away, and he slammed into a buildings wall.

He staggered to his feet. He saw one of the tour guides approaching him. The Roman smacked Kyle in the face ten times with their fists. He never stood a chance of stopping a Romans assault.

The Roman slammed their knee into his abdomen, causing him to spit blood.PAA! A slap landed on his face. He returned his gaze to the Roman, but all he saw was an incoming face and then he blacked out.

Kyle was taken away for treatment.

The tour for the recruits continued without Kyle.

At the health section, Kyle wasn left to sleep. He was woken up. He was being tendered to by two female nurses. He felt every pain from his wound being tendered to.

When the wound treatments were done, a lady came to him and sat in front of him. It was awkward and he felt nervous. The lady gave him an uneasy stare.

Two minutes went by. Kyle and the lady were locked in staring at themselves. The stare down made Kyle uncomfortable. He sweated profusely.

The lady finally broke the silence, ”who do you work for? ”

”What? ”

”I said, who do you work for? ”

Kyle laughed nervously.

”See you in the torture room, ” the lady said and stood up to leave.

”Torture what? Hey, I think this is a misunderstanding. Im not a bad guy. I know I did bad things outside, but Im not a bad guy. Its just life being cruel to me. ”

The lady stood to hear more.

Kyle continued, ”I suffer from Craziorra sickness. ”

”Or you are just crazy. ”

”Im being serious. We can go to the lab to test for it. ”

”Your file with us didn state that you suffered from Craziorra. ”

”Thats because I wanted it to be my secret. People knowing about my ailment has cost me some relationships. ”

The lady sighed, ”Get your ass out of that seat and join the rest. Your punishment for not revealing critical information about yourself is that you will scrub the toilets clean after lights for five days. ”

Kyle felt his blood boil. He put a fake smile on his face and walked away to leave the building.

He paused and looked back at the woman. She understood him and she said, ”your secret won be known unless in a critical situation. ”

It seemed fair enough to him. He left the building.