The other five prisoners stared at each other, as well as me. As the crew men around us passed us their knives, we began staring at each other, some in despair, others with determination. We all stood still, standing frightfully as we didn't know what to do.
I looked around and saw one of the guys looking back at me. He flicked his black circle rimmed eyes towards the biggest threat, a 185cm tall black guy, as if suggesting that we kill him first. The big dude didn't pay any attention to us and just stared at the captain.
*SLAM, "MOVE IT YOU FUCKING SHITS!!!!" The captain roared, and instantly I ran at the guy who looked at me and aimed for his trapezius muscle, or the area between the shoulder and neck. The bastard jumped backward, and my knife slashed lightly across his chest.
"Fuck," I spat, shifting to the side as the stabbed at me. I twisted around and sliced his throat. The bastard stared at me, with a look of betrayal and anger burning in his eyes.
I immediately looked around, and saw that the two whiny bitches had their heads caved in, courtesy of a big black dude who was now taking care of the last guy besides me. All the while the crew and captain were jeering and betting.
The big guy soon took out his adversary and shambled towards me. Fucking hell, I don't want to become shark chow. I stepped backwards and grabbed the knife of the guy I killed earlier. Adrenaline was working overtime, slowing down my vision as well as dimming out all noises. I ran at the big guy, and he ran towards me. His already bloodied fist smashed into my ribcage as he sidestepped my knives. I fell down, with hazy vision and groaned miserably. I could feel his boot on my head as the crew was shouting, "FINISH HIM!!! FINISH HIMMM!!!!!"
I glared at the captain with my hazy vision, and saw him looking straight back at me. He smiled and made the hand gesture that stilled the blood of all gladiators. Thumbs down, and I clenched my eyes shut.
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"Open your eyes." I heard a voice say.
I slowly lifted my eyelids as a bright light stabbed at it. Squinting, I gazed around me.
"Whe...where is this? Where am I?" I muttered.
"Mr. Andrews Sanson, died at age 32, fighting against a Mr. Welzekky, head dismembered. Born in 2015, in Seattle, to a junkie and a prostitute. Abandoned at 7 years old and raised in an orphanage ever since, you managed to reach the middle class and worked for a military company. Interestingly, you had many issues with anger management and stress when you were young." The owner of the voice seemed to be reading a resume of sorts.
"Who are you to know my life? Who are you?' I shouted. My childhood was a sore spot for me. I did not want to hear anything about it.
"I am Rekces. Guess you can call me a god, though you are an atheist. But never mind that. Lets talk for a bit." The scenery shifted, revealing a view of earth from space in all its glory. A coffee table rose up, as well as stools. I sat in one of them, and another was taken by a rather hazy outline of a being. {Think of the god from full metal alchemist}
"Mr. Andrews, do you believe in fate?" Rekces asked. He took a sip of coffee that rose with the table. "Do you believe in a pre determined path that all men and creatures, even gods are doomed to follow?"
I gazed towards the Earth. Once a beautiful blue and green gem, it was now torn, sundered into shades of grey and red. The results of industries and civilization could be easily seen.
I replied, "I don't believe so, yet it seems that this question is supposed to be rhetorical."
The god chuckled, "You do not seem to be dazed. I suppose with all that has happened in your life even death is nothing of concern."
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I grimaced. "Death is but the end to all struggles. It is emotions that cause man to fear it. I have lost most of mine."
"Yet, you are still quick to anger. In that aspect we are similar." I stared directly at him. The shady outline had now solidified into a heavy jawed burly man in a black suit. His lips were raised, showing a amused smile, yet his eyes were empty of such emotion. All I could see was grim determination.
"Do you see the emblem behind us? What does it stand for?" I turned my chair around and gazed at a bright shining symbol. A golden circle with four spokes, with a serpent entwining itself on it.
"I see a circle and a snake." I replied. The god chuckled.
"That, is the symbol of the elder gods, for there are others beside me. They are the ones who uphold the laws of fate, and punish those who defy it. It stands for the ever-turning wheel of fate, and the serpent of time."
"Every soul is subject to this cycle. It repeats forever, never changing. No matter how much you struggle, you are never free."
"Have you ever felt despair so immense you felt like dying? Have you ever felt so useless and depressed in your life that you wanted to end it all?" I scowled as I remembered my entire life.
"You might think that it would be different each time you live. No. It repeats. Over and over. This vicious thing is called fate."
"And I intend to destroy it.
Both the council and the wheel itself." I turned back and saw the god. A chilling aura could be felt, his eyes lit with a fire burning fiercely, his jaw set in determination.
"And you will be my weapon."
The images of my past flew in my mind, screeching pain and desperation as I unraveled my memories. Pain. Horror. Despair. Desperation. No joy or happiness. I had lost my emotions due to these events from long past. Yet, one was surging forth, raging as I realized that this life would never change, even if I struggled. I clenched my fists as I felt my anger, my rage wash over me, engulfing me in a rampage of emotions that burned. My.....fucking life....starting from my birth....all this pain.....it was all determined FROM THE VERY FUCKING BEGINNING!!!! NO!! NOOO!!!! FUCK THIS!!!
"What do I have to do?" I glared at the god. Humour flitted briefly in his eyes as he beheld me.
"The elder gods are old. Millennia's old. Yet they have not always been here." His eyes sparked as he leaned in forward. "There have always been remnants, ruins of other beings. I have their records, their very DNA in my grasp. And I have figured out that they could defy fate itself. When I injected myself with it, I was free. No repeats. And now, so will you."
"You are to be my representative in a world that is the playing field of the gods. A different world, a different universe. And there, you will get the chance to break the cycle, for the gods elect the council of elders there."
Suddenly, the coffee in my cup started to tremor as the very air began to rumble. The god stood up with a grim face and turned to face me.
"It seems the other gods have come. I do not have too much time, but I will say this. Betray me, and you will remain a slave to fate forever. Obey me, and you will live according to your efforts. I hope you choose well. I will contact you as soon as I get the chance. The world you will enter is a strange world, and you will have advantages such as your memory. Use them discreetly, and wisely. I cannot explain any further. I bid you farewell."
Rekces waved his hand, and my vision darkened.
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