“Move it!” one of the guards ordered as he pushed the young man forward who had stopped moving forward after coming face to face with the infamous door between humanity and the ‘invaders’. The anticipation he had for this place began to outgrow his fear of it. He had heard stories of the battles the prisoners fought on the other side of the door to keep the subterraneans at bay. He was a natural born fighter after all, from as long as he could remember he had never lost a fight. In fact he felt he won the fights to easy none of them gave the satisfaction he desired. He believed that he was natural born warrior. He wasn’t particularly smart or good looking, he possessed average looks at best which were overlooked by the opposite sex due to his lean muscular frame. After all he loved working out as much as he loved fighting, its just that he didn’t have enough time to indulge in the latter.
He didn’t intentionally get himself sent to this hell hole just to fight to his heart’s content. It was merely an unfortunate series of events which led him in his current predicament. It is a funny story if you think about it. He was going to a bar to hangout after an exhausting day at the construction site. Yes, he worked at a construction site mainly because it is the only place which can provide him with an income as well as a way to keep his body fit. It was a match made in heaven for him. He was well loved in the site because of intense work ethic. His mere presence increased the speed at which the construction was going. His bosses gave bonuses time and time again. The money he was earning was almost equal to that of those who work in large companies.
He was surprised by the way he was hailed at work as a ‘beast’ due to nonstop working. He enjoyed the job and so to him it was not exhausting or anything, it was fun in fact for him so he wasn’t really tired from all this work. The current world he lived in consisted of merely 8 nations called Brune, Traust, Silica, Suka, Frost, Smog, Vell, Krill. It had no issues of race or color just people of different nations who warred against each before the underground forces showed up and forced a reluctant truce. He lived in the nation of Silica which was known for its beautiful landscapes and structures. It was nation which was known for its creations than its military might. Its people were known amongst the other nations as weaklings. This is were a man who relies on strength for everything originates from. To him this was the greatest travesty in his life. How can he, one who craves battle be born in country of merchants and builders who have no violent bone in their body. Funny how this would be the reason for his incarceration.
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The story of how he came to be imprisoned began when after a long day at work he decided to go to a bar to have some drinks. He entered a bar called Longday and he began his binge drinking. Later in the night a group of six showed up in the bar which consisted of two white men, a black man, two black women and a white woman. It was obvious they were a trio of couples and he was sadly disappointed as he had an eye on one of the women. He pushed that thought out of his mind and continued drinking. Everything was all good until the woman he had an eye on kissed him for no reason after getting a bit to drunk for her own good. He was surprised but did not rebuff her as he had an interest in her already.
This incident did not go well with the men who were fueled by the alcohol and forgot their cowardice and lack of fighting skills. It escalated into a three on one fight, hardly fair for the trio if being honest. One ran up to him swinging a hard right fist but he easily dodged to the left and retaliated with quick one-two combo, one to the stomach and one straight to the nose which was followed by a gush of blood. The other two were stunned by this turn of events but continued their advance. It did not end well for them as well. In the end all three ended up knocked out with a couple of bruises to show their defeat. In the end the law enforcers came after the call of one of the patrons of the bar were the three were quickly sent to get medical attention.
In the hospital it is discovered that one of them suffered a blow to the throat and his air ways were blocked which ended resulting in ending up in a coma. Due to this the issue changed from being a bar brawl to attempted murder. The case went to court and well the witnesses were the companions of the victim as well as the women. They played victim very and were able to conjure sympathy in the hearts of jury and judges. This case was particularly serious because crimes of violence were rare in Silica the nation of ‘weaklings’. In the end they gave him a sentence of five years in the Hills, and this were our story begins.
The guards unshackled his hands and feet and put a metal color on his neck which counted down the days to his release and would then change color and notify the wardens and he would regain his freedom. He couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the number 1825 at the back of the color which would be the days he will stay here. The guards opened the door and pushed him and said ”Goodluck kid, you’ll need it, it is pretty rough in there ”. It followed by the sound of giant metal door closing behind him. He looked forward and sighed “So it begins, huh”.