{"id":256194,"date":"2026-07-13T14:34:56","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/code-zero-paul-orton\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:34:56","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:34:56","slug":"code-zero-paul-orton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/code-zero-paul-orton\/","title":{"rendered":"Code Zero – Paul Orton"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Ryan pulled a face, but didn\u2019t make any sound. \u2018Carry on, Jacobs.\u2019 As soon as Sarrell had left the bathroom, Ryan slumped back down. That boy was going to destroy him. Picking up his pen, he started afresh. I am lazy, cheating scum and I deserve to be punished. His stomach felt tense, but he was too tired to hold on to the anger.<\/p>\n

After a while, he grew numb to the pain inside. I am lazy, cheating scum and I deserve to be punished. Every line hurt. Every line was an accusation. A confession. A revelation. I am lazy, cheating scum and I deserve to be punished. As he wrote it, tears formed in his eyes and he brushed them away with his dirty sleeve. I am lazy, cheating scum and I deserve to be punished.<\/p>\n

He began to wonder if it was true. *** Ryan made his way to the gym in the darkness, his muddy trainers in his hands. He almost hadn\u2019t bothered to bring them, but didn\u2019t want to give Sergeant Wright any reason to increase his punishment. Not after he\u2019d spent the rest of the night writing lines. Despite the early hour, he felt strangely upbeat. With the academy in lockdown, at least he wouldn\u2019t have to do the run. He may have to do laps of the sports hall, or possibly spend time on a running machine, but either of those was better than having to run through the cold, dark woods with a killer robot on the loose.<\/p>\n

He yawned as he pushed through the double doors that led to the sports department. He knocked on the door to Sergeant Wright\u2019s office. It flung open; the sergeant seemed annoyed at being disturbed. \u2018I brought the lines, sir.\u2019 Ryan held them out. Behind the sergeant, he could see a soldier. He\u2019d interrupted an important meeting. \u2018Wait for me in the sports hall, cadet. Stand to attention.\u2019 \u2018Yes, sir.\u2019<\/p>\n

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Ryan stood like a statue, staring it down. The red eye glared back, daring him to run. But that would be suicide. How long would he have to stand here? An hour? Two? He breathed slowly, afraid that even the rise and fall of his chest would be enough to trigger the motion sensor. It wouldn\u2019t be so bad if he wasn\u2019t desperate to pee. There was no way he could hold it. He had to hope that Sparks could put their plan into action or he was in for a very uncomfortable night.<\/p>\n

If he so much as sneezed, he wouldn\u2019t live until morning. Come on! His stomach tightened with frustration, the tiredness already wearing away at his resolve. The longer this went on, the worse his chances. But there was nothing he could do except stand here, frozen to the spot. The worst part? Even worse than having to ignore every itch and the urgent need to use the bathroom?<\/p>\n

Deep down, he knew this was his fault. He\u2019d messed up. This time, he had no-one to blame but himself. 1kitap1.com\/en 1. KIT Ryan stood against the wall, stifling a yawn. Sergeant Wright glared at him. \u2018So, you managed to put your kit on correctly today, Jacobs?\u2019 \u2018Yes, sir.\u2019 The teacher peered at Ryan\u2019s rugby shirt.<\/p>\n

\u2018And it looks clean. Did you remember your sock ties today?\u2019 \u2018Yes, sir.\u2019 \u2018Show me.\u2019 Ryan lifted the top of the yellow football socks, showing the velcro ties underneath, holding them in place just below the knee. \u2018It\u2019s not hard, is it Jacobs?\u2019 \u2018No, sir.\u2019 \u2018So, why didn\u2019t you manage that yesterday?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I don\u2019t know, sir.\u2019 The truth was, he\u2019d left the socks down on purpose. He wasn\u2019t in the mood to conform. Now he was regretting it. He didn\u2019t understand why he had to pull the socks up; he couldn\u2019t see why it mattered. But Devonmoor Academy was not a normal school: it was strict.<\/p>\n

If you stepped out of line, you got punished. For someone like Ryan, that was bad news. Following the rules was not in his DNA. That was why he had to report to the gym stupidly early this morning.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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