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Darkness ingulfed everything in the shithole I was stuck in. Moving my hand in front in my face, I could see only the faint outline of my gloved hand. No lights shown down the corridor and from what I had seen there were no windows either. The moon's flourscent light, which I was extremely accustomed to, was blocked out by feet and feet of solid metal.

Iron bars seperated me from my rightful freedom and truthfully that was it. Guards patrolled down these halls 24/7 and carried guns that most army personel couldn't get their hands on. But it wouldn't matter if I got past these bars. They'd all be dead in a pool of their own blood before they could evem blink. Nothing else to it, just the fact of the matter. But I couldn't get past the bars. Not now.

Since I've been here only the guards had eaten. Hamburgers and hotdogs and slices of pizza; the junk Sonic always jammed down his oversize mouth. But it was food none the less and after the 8th day, I would of sold my soul for a whopper. Water, however, I could get. I drank from the sink even though the rusty plumbing system gave the water a reddish shade. It didn't affect the taste though, and that's all that mattered.

I was alive. Not many others that came here can still say that, but I'm alive. It was almost quiet. Almost. The patter of footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the "prison" (that's the only word to really describe it outside of pergatory). Even now I could hear screams. That's how it happened. My fellow inmates would be called in for questioning and would never come back. They must of been asking some hell of some questions to make them scream like that. After all, it's normal to ask somebody their name and their head explode.

"Fuck, I'm hungry," I said aloud only to keep my mind off of a more horrifying fact. I was getting anxious. I'll never be scared of anything. I am, after all, the ultimate lifeform but I was still unnerved. They had arrested us for nothing and without a fucking trial, they've started to execute us. Besides, starvation and torture has to be cruel and unusual punishment.

I started to get a crook in my neck from lying on this hard ass bunk. I might as well have slept on the floor and I would have except I'd be to close to my crying cellmates.

"The Kid!!" I nearly shouted out. Frantically, I jumped down and examined the now vacant bunk. I couldn't see anything, but his crying had ceased and not even his heavy breathing could be heard.

"Kid, you there . . . ?"

No answer. Meaning the screams I heard earlier was his. I dropped to the floor. While I didn't take time to formally get to know my room mate, I know he didn't deserve what ever happened to him. Like most everbody here, he was a human. Couldn't have been more than 8 years old and was pale even before he got here. I watched him deteroate over the days. The already skinny boy become a bag of bones wrapped tightly together in a covering of skin and flesh. His ribs showed through his skin and he dehydrated every other day. He cried more than he drank and his young body needed the fluids. I could still see the look of morbid terror in his eyes. I couldn't blame him though.

And that brings us to the reason we were brought here, The Lake Of Blood

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