CHAPTER 4
SLAVE MERCHANT’S PT.2
Click...Clack...Click...Clack…
(Guard): “Get up, It’s time to go!”
(Ezra): “H-huh...What!”
The guard kicked my shoulder jolting me awake. Fuuuuck...I swear these fucks are hitting the same shoulder on purpose. Because of the abrupt wake-up call from the guard, I was a bit stumped at what the fuck was going on. It was like a damn wake up call from full metal jacket, during the basic training scene. Getting over it, I stood up beginning to follow one of the guards. I had not been able to pay much attention to my surroundings, nor the aesthetics of this new world. Since there has been a lot of battling with my own panic, as well as, trying to come to terms with what is going on. Now that I have had some time to settle down, I am constantly shocked by the aesthetics of this new world. Walking through this hallway for a second time is allowing me to take in how beautiful and huge this building truly is. Instantly, I figured some fishy shit was going on. No way in hell is a building this big, and nice-looking used just to store some damn slaves. Definitely got some fuckery going on behind the scenes.
Floors throughout the building looked to be made out of wood, they had a beautiful shine to it. Following through the corridor going in a different direction from the other day, I was lead to an elaborate staircase. Reaching the top, it branched into two directions, one of the guards pushed me towards the left. We continued moving in that direction, which brought us to another short hallway with one door at the end. Opening that door brought us into a room that reminded me of a locker room. Within, there were already a few people sitting down while others were changing.
(Guard): “You all have five minutes be prepared!”
(Ezra): “Wait, what the hell!! Five minutes for what exactly?”
Without bothering to reply, the guard gave me a slight grin before exiting through the door behind him, leaving me standing confused staring at the door. What kind of setup is this? How are you gonna just say some plot changing nonsense and leave me in here? Be ready for what exactly? Turning around, I am met with looks of interest, while others completely ignore my existence as they continue to clothes themselves. The room was filled with lockers that surprisingly looked just like the ones I am familiar with from my own world. Syke, we are fucking slaves. They had little partitions positioned around the room with little woven baskets that seemed to contain some clothing….ah fuck, I can see some of the guys putting theirs on. Figures, it's some leather chest piece. Ah, yup, it resembles armor. Fuck me... Seeing a majority of the people changing into the clothes, gave me enough information to know that, I should be putting on the clothing within the baskets. In the back of the room was an untouched basket, I decided to claim it for myself. My walking felt a bit wobbly as it was uncomfortable to be walking towards my destination with people staring holes through the back of my head.
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Opening the basket, confirmed the idea I was hoping was wrong, we were in some gladiator typesetting right now, and I was most likely gonna have to fight some big fuck that looks like a certain robot from the future to save a Conor fellow. Inside the basket was an undershirt, leather chest piece, one gauntlet for some fucking reason. Like these cheap bastards, can't give me two, like seriously….pricks. Oh, wait, what's this! Under the other clothing items laid a short sword. Pulling the sword out I give it a quick turn around. It seemed like a really cheap sword but, let's just hope it'll help get the job done.
(Slave):” Hahaha!!”
Hearing one of the people laughing, I raise my eyes only to see these shmucks laughing while pointing at me. The hell is so fun...oh, looking around I noticed most of these assholes had spears or bows. What kind of battle royal type shit have I gotten myself into?…-Sigh-. Welp, fuck me, I'm not the tallest prick anyways. Now I gotta worry about my stubby little t-rex arms trying to use this funky ass little short sword, against these damn spears and bows, fuck...me...sideways. One guy next to me walks a tad closer.
(Slave 2):” Hey, if you need a bit more range you can always just throw it at your opponent, HAHAHAHAHAH!!”
Oh, that’s not a ba...Hearing him burst out in laughter made me realize he was fucking with me...what a dick. For a second, it didn't sound too bad.
“BANG”
(Guard):” Grab your equipment and begin walking”
They directed us towards the door on the opposite side of the room. I did not even notice that door yet, hadn't really had a lot of time to figure out my ass from my head, to be honest. Quickly gathering my items, while still trying to dress as I moved, we were lead through the door. Walking through it opened up into a giant area with seats all around. It was almost like watching a bunch of basketball players entering the court from that little slit through the bleachers in the movies. Well, except, you know, with weapons. So kinda like if the basketball team was gonna walk in with spears and shishkabob each other. The spectator's seats were high enough off the ground, with a flat-surfaced wall underneath, so it was impossible to climb or jump on. I bet an arrow could accidentally make its way up there if someone aimed high enough, although, that wouldn't be much of a grand idea with the number of guards this building has. A 1:1 Kill death ratio probably isn’t worth it.
Oddly enough, the people watching were mostly quiet, as if they were evaluating us. As we walked closer to the middle of the arena, we could see another group consisting of the same 5 or so amount of people inching closer. The guards from both sides stopped our movements, then left the arena.
(Short Fat Middle Aged Man):” Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another week of slave royal, where you the audience, get to watch these slaves fight to the death. Keep a close eye on them throughout the match in-case they fit what you are looking for. The winners will sell for a pretty penny, and many will seek to purchase them for their own military force.”
Wait, fucking what now? I swear every step I take I just sink deeper and deeper into this rabbit hole from hell. Glancing at my group, they all lost any sign of joking and or overconfidence. They were now completely zoned in, one thing I feel we could all agree on at this moment, is that shit just got real.