A/N: This story will contain graphic content during fight and battle scenes, and maybe during sexual scenes as well as course language. Even still I hope you enjoy the gripping story line and intriguing characters! Let me know what you think

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own PJO HoO or any of the characters of those series! However I did make other characters in the story such as Markus and Kailea

4 years before Gaia War

CRACK! SLASH!

The whip lashed out across his skin, slicing the flesh causing profuse bleeding from the shoulders, down the ribs, and across the lower back. His face twisted with the familiar pain that this brings. Six more, six more, six more

CRACK! SLASH! Five more, five more, five more…

He should be used to punishments he supposes, being as troublesome as he has been; as well as how strict the regiment is. Explanations would be nice.

The regiment is a… camp for troubled kids. They follow old rules, and no laws. If you have a kid that has been through every program, every cell and every boot camp you send them to join The Regiment. The harshest military camp there is. They constantly train with ancient weapons; gladius, spatha, long sword, bow, slings, and shield as well as modern guns, artillery and all of the weaponry used on modern warfare. Why you might ask? Because training for 12 hours a day in shield and sword, then in modern weapons, not to mention strength and conditioning, battle logistics, hand to hand, and free running makes for very amazing CIA KGB Spetznaz and Merc assassins and agents. The Regiment trains you, and if some government doesn't buy you then you are released into the world to become "A new model citizen"

A fun part of training is everything is live. Ammunitions, swords, knives all sharp and all deadly. Also the extensive rules and punishments if you break them. After 6 years the minimum punishment for someone in the program and as rebellious as 657 is either 10 lashings, 4 pit fights (fights where nothing is off bounds and the fight is with a training officer until you are down, then on to the next), 8 days in solitary. A black room where you are still forced to keep up physical and mental training. Or the fun room. Torture, literally.

For 657's lashings, he took and extra slice of break at dinner. This isn't his first time either, but he is one of the more rebellious trainees; fighting with the other trainees, stealing, arguing with his instructors and generally not following rules. It's not that 657 disobeys rules because he hates to follow them, he actually is great at following rules, but he likes to remind the Regiment they will never fully own him as well it makes him less desirable to sell off.

657 isn't his name, his real name is Markus Jami So'relius but he is 657 as long as he is in training at the Regiment. 657 with more than that number in scars already.

CRACK! SLASH! He grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes closed, griping tighter to the rope binding his hands to help himself not from crying out in pain. They are human, not robots. And in doing so will earn him 3 more lashes which he has learned far too many times. Two more, two more, two more…

There's no good reason for him to be here other than when he was 7 he was picked up off the streets like most of the trainees here. Gang kids living on the streets, picked up for their promise. He has no family other than the boys and girls he's grown up with here in the Regiment.

The lashings are done and his back is cut open yet again, revealing muscle and bone. His olive and slightly tanned skin is steaming in the snowy air as sweat drips down his body, into his warm open cuts and down off his scared and sculpted chest. His hair was once unruly and curly, yet now shaved into a marine style buzzed Mohawk.

"Everyone, as you were!" barks out The General, leader of Regiment. And as cruel as his scowl is ugly.

657's eyes shoot up as he feels someone help him with his bound hands his piercing, almost pale, blue eyes are met by the vibrant green of 558. Emily Bakshire. Now relationships are very, VERY strictly forbidden as are relations of any kind with others (which is what got 657 quite a few of his scars) though most guards let relations and sex go "unnoticed" because they have the same urges and impulses too.

Yet this one, with 558 is the most treasured thing he has. And let me tell you have they had relations… they are each other's rock in the Regiment and had certain ways to…cheer up the other when things got hard. Most guards usually ignore the loud ruckus they make as do some of the trainees Even The General leaves them be: probably knowing is he stops it hell have his trainees after his ass. For some reason they all root for 657 and 558 to be together. I suppose it's their only good thing to look at in this hellish place. Not their sex, I mean their…well hell you know what I mean! Now hush and let me go on.

558 helps 657 down, drapes him over her shoulder and carries him back to the barracks, getting him to his bunk and laying him of his side she goes to get him some medicine.

"Wait…" He manages out in a ragged breath; she turns and kneels to look at those eyes she could just drown in.

"Yea, What is it?"

He reaches his left hand out to grab at her ample C-cup breasts and moves himself closer to kiss her.

"Oh you cheeky little bastard!" She smiles and gives him a look that says she is trying to resist. He moves his hand behind himself and pulls out a single slice of white bread.

"I know you didn't eat at dinner, you were on duty so, here." He pushes the bread into her hands. 558 stares at the bread in shock.

"Oh my god, you were just whipped for this!"

"Yea, so? You didn't have dinner" he blinks at her when she terns her stern gaze to him

"You know sometimes I wonder how I can love someone so stupid!" She smiles and winks at 657 kissing him,

"So you admit it you love me," Says 657 closing his eyes slipping out of consciousness,

"I think you've lost a lot of blood, my love." That was the last thing he heard before falling asleep.

Waking up 4 hours later by his body instincts, he gets up and carefully dresses over his bandages done by 558 he heads to leave the building when 309, a good friend, stops him by placing a hand on his chest. It looks like 309 just came from sparing with others at the pits.

"Hey man, fuck you're awake, um ok look something went down and you need to know that…well fuck man I don't know how to say it," he turns to 520 who has suddenly appeared from outside.

520 just looks at his friend 657 and replies with a stoic expression.

"Let's not bullshit him brah," Turning to 657 "Come outside"

657 now is confused and obviously showing it. Not knowing what to say or think he follows 520 with 309 right behind him, outside where other trainees are gathered around the courtyard where he was whipped. Strange, he thinks to himself, I thought they would have cleaned up the blood from earlier. As he gets nearer he realizes that the blood is fresh. 657 looks up to see the others moving away, all eyes downcast. He's to smart to not know what has happened or what is going on, he is only now denying what he has confirmed in his head.

He reaches her lifeless body. It's laying on the bricks white and cold her ginger red hair the only thing of color even her eyes are dim. There is blood oozing from her head, and her back. Two slash marks indicate she was stabbed in her ribs. 657 looks up calm and coolly (which scares the others knowing this feral wild look means nothing good) scanning the crowd. Spotting a large girl with traces of dried blood and a strand of fiery ginger hair on her nails.

She follows his gaze and her face drains of color. She wasn't expecting to get caught. In two steps 657 in an arms length from her, she pulls a knife crusted with still drying blood. She lunges at him, he uses his right fore arm to push her arm down and sends a left balled fist right into her right eye, braking her nose in the impact. Ignoring the pain caused by ripping open his whip wounds 657 swings his right arm around and under hers, pushing up hyperextending her elbow making her scream and drop the knife.

Mid air 657 catches the knife behind him, and makes a tight arch back around to slice open the girl's belly, spilling its content onto the brick, pulling the knife back and swiftly with the knife in his hand stabs upwards under her chin pushing the sharp blade through the soft flesh, and through her tongue. Pulling it out and repeating this over 2 times before finally burying the knife in her ribs.

All with in 45 seconds, time to kill her then be tackled by the guards. Ripping the knife from his hands he doesn't resist knowing killing someone on grounds is more than enough punishment for the rest of the month, hell maybe even next month. Seeing the General's boots he looks up the length of the man.

"Shit boy. You are gunna be in a world of hurt," He chuckles as he walks away and the guards lift 657 to his feet and drag him to confinement.

END

A/N: Hi there, I know it's a bit intense, but this is basically the forward of the story. I don't think therw should be another full chapter of dark like this one. Please continue reading! I hope you like the story! I will be updating about once every week or so depending when I can. Again I hope you liked it! If you have any ideas of characters let me know and send me info about them. (Godly parents, looks attributes, personality and all that jazz) And let me know if anything you liked or what I could do better. PLEASE ONLY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!