Clang.
The metallic door leading into the confined space opened up, a Lieutenant ranked officer walked into the darkened room, a frown plastered on his face, staring down at the figure laid on the torned mattress.
He swung his whip, lashing the subject with great pressure.
A loud groan followed suit.
" Wake up Sergeant, It's time to begin your training in the Willow's Ground, you have ten minutes to head to the assembly ground, failure will be the removal of a finger " the Lieutenant declared.
While being a Lieutenant in the Us Military, he is a slaver in this domain, controlling the lives of the Subjects as he pleases, another groan erupted, he gently rose up from the ground, his half lidded eyes stared at the Slaver.
Although he felt the effects from the whip, he remained calm.
Riley watched as the Slaver left his cage to wake other subjects from their sleep, he yawned softly, with his gaze turned.....he stared at the wall, focusing his attention on the marks.
He slowly took off his shirt, showing off his marks and bruises, things he went through as a Cadet.
He dropped the dirty rag he wore to sleep, putting on the prisoner's uniform, the official uniform of the Willow's Ground, he walked out of the heated cage he slept in, gazing around the scene.
The walls were built in hard concretes with intense metals added in it, radioactive fences were implented to restrict Subjects from running and intruders from trespassing, with snipers hidden around.
The Zentrixx is a well secured location.
It could be referred to as a maximum prison, Riley walked passed the hallway, passing through corners, he met a few subjects on his way, they were headed towards the same direction as well.
He maintained his composure, he had no friends to back him up, since he is getting to know his new environment, he can't simply just make friends because he wants to, he doesn't trust anyone yet.
" Hey " a voice called out from behind.
Riley tilted his gaze to see a group running towards him, their faces were filled with smiles, he recognized them, they were the group who introduced themselves to him on the first day he arrived here.
Yven, Melody, Tristan and JJ.....those were their names.
" Wassup " Riley coldly uttered.
" Wassup? Is that what you simply say to your friends? we came rushing here because we haven't seen you since " Yven spoke out, he had a sad look on his face but Riley couldn't care less.
With his hands tucked in his pocket, he continued walking forward, with the group following him from behind.
" Hey, why are you walking out on us? aren't we friends? " Yven asked.
" No, we aren't friends....I don't have friends, I don't do friends, I work alone so don't disturb yourself with me " Riley explained, but his words fell on deaf ears.
JJ casted a portal, appearing right before Riley.....he paused Riley, stopping him from moving forward.
" What's this? " Riley asked.
" Well that was the only way to stop you, I've studied you already....we know you aren't the friendly type and you're cautious about this domain right, but we are literally harmless to you " Yven explained.
" The Willow's Ground isn't a place one can survive alone, you need help.... probably our support " Yven bragged.
" Your support huh? thanks but no thanks, I have no reason to receive your support, I'm a soldier who lives and dies alone, I don't need to be protected by any man or woman, I can survive this hell alone "
" Thanks for your concern tho " Riley said, walking away from the scene, he left the group standing, Yven's eyes squinted, he watched as Riley left the scene.
A sigh escaped the lips of both JJ and Tristan.
" Here goes our prey, we were going to make use of him and once the times comes, we will toss him aside, but I guess he's smarter than we think " Tristan spoke out, Yven clenched his fists in anger.
" Tch "
" We'll try our luck a second time, this is the Willow's Ground, he won't survive a week in here alone, he will surely come crawling and we will receive him with open arms, a weapon to be used at our disposal "
" For now....let's give him time " Yven uttered.
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Riley walked into the assembly to see other subjects gathered already, more kept coming in, with Slavers occupying every corners, with their masks on their faces and their whips enhanced with mana.
Ready to discipline any Subject who would go against any orders given to him or her, they are all lieutenant level officers serving the IPac.
Riley raised his gaze, focusing his attention on the platform above him.
A few minutes later and all subjects were gathered together, their attentions were fixed on the platform above them, a portal appeared right before them, two figures emerged from the portal.
Their faces were all covered in masks, one is putting on a black hat, dressed in a black trench coat and the other is putting on a robe, they're both emitting the same level of mana as gifted soldiers.
Director J-X took a step forward, staring down at the gathered subjects.
" I pay my greetings to you miserable children, little kids who will be the greatest weapons IPac has ever created, we are all experiments of the Willow's Ground, the Slavers you have encountered were once like you "
" I was once like you, a mere subject until I became what I am "
" I should properly introduce myself to you damned sons and daughters of Hell, the name is J-X and I'm the Director of this domain, the supremos who commands the grace you stand upon and I'll be frank "
" You all are nothing to me...I despise you roaches "
" You are all roaches who has been given a chance to change your future, to reform your life and become something terrifying, a game changer who will bring IPac to glory and restore our dignity "
" That's why you roaches still breath.....you are all useful insects "
" This is the first time meeting me right? so I will briefly explain the rules, killing amongst eachother is legal, but under a few circumstances tho, you can't simply kill your fellow subject just because he irritates you, by the law of martial combat, deal and self defense shall killing be permitted "
" You insects will be given a single coin "
" I'll be curbing down the side of this academy, officially we are less than two hundred but that's a lie, we are above the numbers of four hundred, so I'll be reducing the numbers to three hundred today "
" I'm sure you know what that means right? a hundred of you must die! " Director J-X declared.
" Subjects, toss your coins unanimously into the air " the Zonal Co-ordinator commanded and they did at once, all coins were tossed in the air, with hundreds of Slavers flooding the assembly hall.
The tension in the air grew ten folds.
With Subjects sweating profusely, each Slaver had a Glock on their hands, firmly gripping the weapons, every subject had a Slaver standing beside them, every coins were inspected by the Slavers.
" I believe all Slavers has inspected the coins of the Subjects right? Subjects with the coins which landed on head shall receive a bullet to the skull, this is their fate, take them out " Director J-X commanded.
What happened seconds later was plain horror.
Dozens of Subjects received bullets to the skull, corpses littered on the ground, a few tried resisting out of fear but they were murdered in the most brutal manner, with their bodies chopped apart.
Riley couldn't help but sweat, he shivered in fear, he slowly turned his gaze, staring at his coin, a loud sigh escaped his lips when he saw his coin, it landed on the tail.....he felt relieved by what he saw.
Refusing to join the countless who were murdered so brutally.
Their corpses were being dragged out of the assembly hall, no single subject dared to move an inch from where they stood, all were frozen in fear and Director J-X let's out a giggle, his eyes glowed brightly.
" How does it feel guys? "
" Good right? of ofcourse it felt good, watching your fellow Subjects die inhumanely should be the best feeling you ever experience, that's what true love truly means, a beautiful insight of this world "
" Now the numbers have been reduced by a hundred, the waste will be tossed, fed to the night creatures we have under our control, you will be assigned new numbers and your fate depends on your number "
" Your duties depends on the number you will be given "
" If you're lucky, you will die a normal yet disgusting death and you're unlucky, you will die a gruesome and horrifying death, either way.....as long as you serve IPac, deaths awaits you "
" Now..... return and continue your today's training, I hope the weaklings amongst you will die and rot away in the abyss "