<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div>This was bull, he had been up he had eaten, it was a refined task that his mother beat into him to do properly and enjoy the meal.  'Anything worth doing was worth doing right!'  It was the mantra of both his mother and father.  They were gone now fighting the good fight, he was going to make sure that stupidness didn’t happen to him.  He got up and cleaned up his tray and his spot almost military like, he looked among the swells of this cafeteria, he looked at everyone almost mentally analyzing each one, his intent was to kill them and anyone else that got in his way.  It was his nature now, he was to be the ultimate predator and nothing and no one would be superior to him.  Period!  He had to be the best anything less than 1st was dead.  He wasn’t trying to die.<br/><br/>The announcement came through and he was dressed in BDU pants black, black shirt and boots, he put on his sunglasses that changed in the light and headed out to this obstacle course.  He didn’t change cause life didn’t change, the enemy didn’t wait for you to change clothes, go get your practice gear, the enemy was staring you in the face and was daring you to step up to the challenge.  He was ready.<br/><br/>He was out there he saw those that went first, the furball, the specter, and the hot little flyer.  ‘Yeah, I would do her, before I tossed her out of bed!  Ok maybe after a couple of days.  Probably one of those salad eating wenches anyway.  I hate those.’  He looked over each of them moving in a different fashion the course changed every fifteen minutes.  He watched and adjusted as he looked at where the course changed.  He watched the second group, he smirked it was time…He had to beat the others but it was a race against…himself.  He smirked.  “Good I always wanted to know what it was like to beat me!”<br/><br/>Most people ran down the flue that would take them to the track of the course, he jumped and rolled instantly putting him in front of the other two he was not racing against.  ‘They are unworthy.’  He moved like lighting as he came to a rope bridge over what he could only imagine was acid or at least some fake substance that wouldn’t kill them.  He went underneath using the rope bridge as monkey bars instead.  The bridge was for those that didn’t have mastery over their body or those that were afraid!  He hit the ground and rolled.  ‘Always keep moving, only those fast as you or as smart as you can hit a moving target.’  “I hear you old man.”  He said to himself as he moved over the logs, but this had arrows going by from time to time.  He laughed pulling two out of the air and used those to swat the rest as he got up and ran instead of crawling beneath.  He could see that they were timed and not random.<br/><br/>He saw the swing blades from back here and the grinder underneath.  He continued running and didn’t have his blades to cut down the others but he jumps kicked the blades knocking them into one another as he then ran back and used them to vault over the grinder.<br/><br/>He wasn’t sure what was in the pool so he used the rings only to see that there was something swimming around in the water.  It would not kill them but it might hurt for sure.  The rings were the best option even then the thing in the water was obviously pissed that none had gone into play with it so it jumped at him.  He flipped to the next pair of rings and swung to the edge, giving it the finger as he took off again.  The wall had shifting handholds.  ‘Handholds are for pussies!’  He stepped back and ran up the wall it was just high enough up for him to barely make.  “Damnit.”  He nearly missed, which pissed him off to no end as he flipped over the wall and hit the ground in a three-point stance.  He hated being, feeling, even looking weak.  Hell weakness got his parents killed.<br/><br/>He continued running there was a bridge with two guards or rather two on each end of the bridge, he would kick them but he didn’t know what they were made of and he didn’t want to hurt his damned foot so, he watched and timed the swings and dove through the middle the one on the right nicked his boot as he rolled he ran and just use the wood of the bridge to jump over the other two with a flip he landed on the ground and took off in the last run to the finish line.  The other two were way back there…if they were still alive that is.  He was not jubilant about beating them he was pissed that he couldn’t watch them.  He only wanted to check his time to find out where he was and whom he had to kill to be the best yet again!<br/>