“I did say to get ready,”  He said as he started to roll up his sleeves, giving Ashton a chance to pick a weapon. Why they thought this one would be a good guard, the boy had no idea. From what he could see, Ashton was skinny but not too skinny that you could think he was starving himself a normal body type and maybe fifteen. He didn’t know how to be ready for a fight and if anything, he had poor timing in his counterattacks. Plus, over all with his looks: that grey hair was so last year ,and couldn’t possibly  be his real hair. And did he have a blind person cut his hair? It was so uneven.  

Ashton ducked as another throwing star came at him. This time, it cut his cheek and hit the wall a little below the first star. They both glimmered as the midday sun hit them with pale sunlight from up above where the dome-like seeing was clear as the sky used to be before everything. Ashton slid onto the floor then stretched one leg in front of the other, bending the back leg. In his hands, he gripped the hilt of his sword, bringing the thin blade close to him. He pushed down on his bent leg and used the momentum to flip up, causing blood to drip down his hand from a small cut from earlier. As Ashton landed, he quickly moved one foot in front of the over causing himself to fall to the ground. To anyone else it would look like a slip up, but to Ash it was his thought out plan. His sword landed a couple feet away and Aston lay in front of the cunning boy looking up at him. The boy shook one of his sliver throwing stars and it transformed back and forth morphing into a dagger with a trusted black hilt. 

He brought the dagger to Ashton’s throat, then trailed the dagger lightly up to his chin  “Nice try , but nope”, he began but then he felt his legs started be pulled slight only to look down and smile a little. As it turned out, Ashton had never been going for his ankles. 

As the older boy looked up, he saw that Ashton had hooked his feet behind the boy’s leg and was pulling it forward. Before he could shake Ashton off, he went down hard. The boy slammed down onto his back, and Ashton positioned his leg over him, holding him down. Then, Ashton  swiftly untangled himself and gripped his wrist. Ashton placed his feet on his opponent’s then held a pocket knife to his throat. Where the fuck did he gotten that wondered the other boy. Maybe I underestimated him. , 

As he losed his tightness, making it seem as if he had given up , he felt Ashton's feet go to the side of his legs instead. “You have guts kid but.” he said as he moved his hips up and caused Ashton to move forward a little. He took the chance to take over as he gripped Ashton’s arm and rolled Ash to his back, pressing his dagger to Ashton's slightly bleeding throat. 

Then he got off of Ash and pushed himself up, bringing his pale hand to his throat and wiping away the little blood that was there. Going over to the benches next to the far wall , he reached down to grip his black coat, the pocket watch still is his pocket as he placed his silver black pea coat in between his arms. All the while, he did not even look, at Ashton who was still laying on the floor.  As he walked towards the door, he said, “Welcome to the guard of the fucked up society. Your room is 109, down the stairs and to the right.”

Ashton looked up as he lay there, his body sore. He would not admit it out loud, but god that had hurt. As he looked he saw the sky through the dome, the brightness weakened by the altered glass.  The moon was a dull grey , as clouds of smoke came past it. Ashton pulled himself up onto his elbows, leaning on his left more than his right. He saw the unfamiliar boy walking out the room only for him to stop and turn his head, dark hair hanging in front of his face as he spoke.

“ Oh , do be a dear and take your sword with you.” Then, the older boy turned,throwing his coat over his arms, heading door and out of sight of Ashton.