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A slave named Theo was sitting in the corner of the chain link fence. He was thinking about how it must be to be free. He was born onto slavery. He didn't get a chance to be free, Still it must be better than these people who were forced into slavery. Everyday another few would be thrown unconscious into the cage with them. After they were at the max population the slavers would pack everything up and move us to paradise falls. Leo had gone through this process several times. His last owner hadn't owned him anymore than a year when he lost Theo gambling.
Most of the slaves lying around him were injured, and starved from being captured. A few refused to even eat. He didn't understand. You work to eat, isn't that how it works out in the waste. A few even try to escape. Most are gunned down, or recaptured. The rest on the other hand are blown away. They will simple activate the explosive around there neck. When an escape happens many would join and run for it. Not Theo though. He would except his fate. Running would only get you killed or punished. Maybe one day one of his owners would free him but until that day Theo would stay a loyal slave.
He stopped thinking for a second when he saw the new girl. He didn't know her name, but she was very pretty. She had been brought in two days ago in the dead of the night. She was strange. Unlike most she didn't beg cry or complain when they put her in the cage. She was also the only one inside the fence he hadn't been thrown in. They walked her over opened the cage and she herself walked inside. She calmly sat down and stared at the dirt. Of all the things that was strange about her on the top of the list was that she wasn't wearing a collar
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Leo looked up as a guard approached the gate hoping for food. His was disappointed to see that he was just dragging another slave in.
" Here comes another one." He thought
The guard undid the cage gate and through the slave in. The slave hit the dirt with a thud and didn't stir. The guard then closed and locked the gate and walked back into the barracks.
Theo examined the unconscious person. He had a buzzed haircut. It was black along with his black goatee beard. If the new guy had stood up he could easily be 5'9. He was built and was lean. At least 35 years old if not older. Strange. These were the ones who were good enough to not get caught as a slave. Must have been ambushed. He also looked Hispanic. Brown skinned. He was wearing the rag shirt and pants that is given to all slaves.( to insure you have no weapons.)
Another note was that he had a computer on his wrist. It was one of those interfaces that vault dwellers were supposed to each have. How did he get one? Unless he was an actual vault dweller. What would a vault dweller be doing out here?
Theo wanted it. He wanted to reach over and see if it would come off. After all, he would wake up and see it was gone. He would of course, think it had been taken by the slavers. Theo would then bury it with his other secret things and save it for the day he became free. Theo wanted that computer. He would have it.
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Reavers eyes were closed. He was lying face down. He couldn't remember were he was. He couldn't open his eyes either though. He checked his other senses.
He felt like………..He was lying down in hot dirt.
He smelt…………Sweat and Filth
He tasted …………Salt, maybe blood? His blood?
He heard……….. Whispering, Hushed Voices.
Wait a new sensation. Dry rough hands touching his left arm. Someone was messing with his hand and wrist. Tugging, pulling and moving
It took a few more moments to realize what was going on. Then it all came back. Reaver rolled over and his right fist smashed into the strangers face. He caught the man completely off guard and he was knocked over, but his back hadn't hit the dirt before Reaver was on top of him smashing his face in two more times.
"Please, Please!" He cried trying to shield his face which was now bleeding from the nose and mouth. With three punches Reaver had knocked loose three teeth.
"Please, I didn't do anything, Please!" The man said." I don't want to die…"
The man had begun to cry. Reaver looked at him for a second. He wasn't a man at all. He was a boy. No older than sixteen.
"Who are you!? " Reaver Yelled into his face.
"My name is Theo I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He cried still trying to shield his face.
Reaver grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him close.
"I can kill you right now," Reaver whispered into his ear. "your life is mine now you understand."
"Yes, I understand." said Theo
" First lesson, learn to guard." said reaver.
'What?" Said Theo
Reaver smashed his fist against the boys cheek bone. Theo lay unconscious.
Reaver stood up and stared at his new pupil. Theo….. Your young and healthy……..You will work.
