To Find the Infection 2: Gladiator
Chapter 23: Reunion
The gladiators continued to chatter amongs themselves as the Guards took their positions outside the cell. The guards lined up straight in two lines, leaving space inbetween the lines to allows a person to walk right through. The guards stood perectly still and were quieted by another guards, who seeemed to be the leader of the pack. One line however, was shorter than the other.
"Where the HELL is that kid!?" The head guard shouted. He looked towards the direction of the coliseum's exit, and pointed the the last guard in the longer line. "YOU! Get that boy over here!" he ordered, and with that, the guard was off.
The head guard cleared his throat, and opened the gate to the large cell. He gathered air into his lungs, then began to speak aloud to silence the gladiators conversations.
"Alright worms, listen up! We have a new Head Guard, appointed by the King himself!" he spoke. He walked to the side of the cell, and extended his hand towards the entrance. A large, muscular man in armour began to walk up and into the cell. He was so large infact, that he had to bend down to fit inside the opening of the cell. The man stood up and smiled, his crimson eyes seeming to swirl around in circles.
"Ark, that's his name," the guard continued, "and he sure as hell means business. He looked towards Ark, and gave him the "okay" to begin his miniature speech.
Ark nodded, his red hair fluttered on his head. He began to speak, which made the earth below seem to tremble. "You little fuckers listen up. I hate every single one and you, with a passion." He pulled out a pair of claw gauntlets that shined in the harsh sunlight. He gave off a sadistic smile as he demonstrated a few slashing motions.
"If you act up, I'll kill you," Ark told the gladiators. "If you fight back, I'll kill you," Ark's smile grew wider, "without hesitation." Ark, moving the same way as the other head guard, stepped aside and showed everyone the exit to the cell.
"If you wish to escape, now's your chance." he said, looking around with a look of insanity and bloodlust in his eyes. Suddenly, something caught Ark's attention. He sniffed the air. There was something about it that seemed all too familiar to him. Ark's smile suddenly dissapeared.
"I smell something...all too familiar, but I know not one of you.." Ark thought aloud. He looked at the guards, and pointed to them, ordering them to do his bidding. "Line them up, single file; I want to find this smell's source." he spoke.
From beyond the cell, the guard that had left seemed to have returned, except, he held someone by the collar, another guard. What the gladiators didn't know however, is that some guards are forced into the dirty business, while others tend to willingly torture other beings. This guard would prove to be forced into his work.
"Now get in there and follow orders or else!" the guard roared at the young man. He brushed back his black spiky hair, and put his helmet on his head. He blinked his purple colored eyes, and went into the cell to help out lining up the gladiators.
The line was pretty simple to create out of the gladiators who obeyed the guards, but there were others who just always seemed to want to pick a fight. This guard, Erutan, would be the one today, that would have to quell the fighting. Two lower level gladiators began to push, then shove each other due to aggression in the lines, or, perhaps they were afraid of being the "familiar source" Ark was talking about. Either way, Erutan smiled as he reached for his guard given staff that would zap the fighters. It was then that he realised that he had forgotten to bring it.
He smirked, "Who needs staffs when you already control electricity?" he thought. His hands began to glow a golden white color.
Zain's head suddenly shot up and noticed that the gladiators had been lined up. He had napped throughout the entire speech. With a yawn, Zain stood up, and stretched, preparing for another boring lecture possibly, Zain didn't know.
What else he didn't know however, is that today would be a different day.