To Find the Infection 2: Gladiator
Chapter 21: Char, Warrior Planet
It was a complete wasteland, this new planet. Everyday was like the deserts of Earth. Dry, hot, humid, and no signs of natural life. Rocks and dirt ruled the domain, behind only the large mountians and chunks of boulders that lay scattered across the land. It was a fairly small planet, roughly half the size of Earth, yet twice the mass. Truly, this was a land of the dead.
There was a giant building standing on top of a large hill in the middle of the only living city of this planet, Char. There were people outside of this building, in a tiny marketplace. They were overruled by the large building in front of them. They didn't mind though, because that building was their only form of entertainment.
Inside the large structure, the building split into two large hallways. The hallway on the left lead to the prison, where warriors of unparralelled strength were contained. On the right, was a giant coliseum, where great battles between the prisoners would take place. Of course, the winner would return to their jail cell, while the loser, obviously, perished in battle. It was an age of Gladiators on the planet Char.
There was a certain jail cell that lay within the confines of the prison. This cell was extra dark inside, due to the lack of light that entered the prison, and due to the fact that it lay in the corner, away from everyone else imprisoned.
An old-aged teenager, or pre-adult, inside this cell. The cell was no bigger than a simple horse stall, but it was the man's temporary home. The man wore a green muscle shirt, along with brown-ish pants. Both items of clothing were torn from previous battles in the man's past. His red hair draped over his shoulders, and pointed directly downard. Finally, there was a shiny green pendent hanging around the man's neck, it was the only item the prison-keeper's allowed the man to keep with him.
Zain was upside down, balanced simply on his index finger of his right hand. He was busy training himself, like always, and was doing pushups. Training was all he could do now anyway, but now he was able to show something for all the hard work. His body was massive, very built, with alot of muscle.
Zain continued his pushups, then flopped himself down on the floor, letting his face smash into the rock below. Zain looked into the ceiling after falling to the ground, and stared into the nothingness above. Everyday, since he had come to this planet, he had wished for freedom. He touched a shiny ring that was latched onto his neck. This ring signaled to Zain that he belonged to the planet Char, and its leader, a mysterious "king". Not only that, but it was also a reminder of how weak he would always be compared to the guards. Whenever troubled, the guards would flip a switch, and all the energy would be sapped out of any warrior's body, if they were wearing the "collar".
Zain stood back up, and began to pace around his cell. In a few minutes, it would be the gladiator's "Social Time," a period where the prisoners all met in a giant cage-like cell, guarded, and were allowed to interact with one another. It was something to save the gladiators humanity, or at least, it tried to save them.
Zain hated social time...