Ever since I started understanding words, I have become accustomed to living in the Underworld for as long as I can remember. I don’t remember my parents at all. All I knew was that they died protecting me when I was still little, but I have no recollection of their faces. I was put into an orphanage by a random stranger whose name I didn’t even know, nor did I ever find out afterward.
My name is Eissen. I have no surname. I was born in a country somewhere in the West, inside one of its cities, where civil wars are constantly happening every day. Buildings were bombed, and pieces of the debris went flying, crushing people on the streets on a daily basis. I have seen corpses so many times that it has become a part of my daily life. I grew up a bit in the orphanage for a few years until I was 9 years old, until that place is too, was bombed and caught up in the war. I was one of the survivors of the attack. I escaped the destroyed orphanage far away towards the edge of the city.
The city border has tight security that doesn’t allow anyone outside or inside the city to cross the border unless they have the permits for it. I obviously tried to get out of the city. I pleaded with the guards by begging them with tears in my eyes, hoping for them to let me go through. I am just an innocent child after all.
*BAM*
But instead, I was hit on the back of my head with their firearms, and I lost consciousness.
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When I woke up, I realized that I had been put into a jail cell all by myself. I was so confused as to why I was being arrested. It was a small 3x3 cube-shaped jail cell with no beds anywhere inside. I have to sleep every day on the dirty prison floor.
*!*
I felt something hard around my neck. I realized that there is a metal collar around my neck.
*CHLANK CHLANK*
I tried to take it off, but to no avail. Not only is the metal collar really sturdy, but the strength of a nine-year-old boy like me couldn’t have possibly been strong enough to break the metal collar off. There is a green light in the collar that keeps glowing no matter what. I assumed it’s like batteries for these things. This thing will probably shock me and make my whole body numb to avoid escape. Great.
When lunch time arrived, a prison guard brought me food. But instead, I asked the guard first for the reasons that I was in prison. The guard stated that I might be a spy sent by the opposing side that has done something and was trying to leave the country foolishly.
I was astonished by their answer. What kind of nine-year-old is a spy sent by people who waged a war?
I was so taken aback that I didn’t notice the awful prison food that the guard gave me. I didn’t even know how to describe the food. It looks green and gooey, and there’s a bit of rice under all of that goo, placed in a very small plate on the ground, slid on the floor through a small space opening under the cell door. I didn’t touch the food and simply slept on the ground instead.
*GROWL*
But about three hours later, my stomach growled, and I was so hungry. I woke up and sat on the ground. I grabbed the plate and began eating the food. It tastes awful, yet it is edible nonetheless. I had no other choice but to gulp down the entire thing. It was the worst food I’ve ever tasted in my life. Food back in the orphanage was luxurious in comparison, and they didn’t even taste that good. I went back to sleep afterward.
I woke up an hour later when a prison guard personally came to me and escorted me out of the jail cell. I hid it on my face, but I was feeling so happy, thinking that I was going to be released from this prison. Turns out I was wrong. What awaited me was hellish torture. I was escorted to the head of the prison guards’ room, the one who has the highest authority in this place.
I was tied to a chair and interrogated by him. He took off my top and proceeded to beat me with a police baton after every question. He keeps questioning where I came from, and I keep answering that I was born in this city, but he just beats me instead. I have no idea why he was so sure that I was a spy the whole time. I was interrogated for six long hours, where he kept beating me every time I gave him the same replies. Afterward, the night came, and I was released from his room and escorted back into my jail cell. That night was the time that I realized, this is going to be my everyday life from now on. And I was right.
When morning came, I was forced to do physical labor in the open field outside the prison walls, but it was still an area of the prison. I was given a pickaxe to dig a hole in the ground. All around me, I see so many other prisoners out in the field. It seems like almost all of the prisoners are out in this field. As I expected, every single prisoner is wearing the same metal collars on their neck, though that much is obvious. There were a lot of guards all around us to watch over us. We were all forced to dig for something, but they never told us what. When lunch time arrived, they sent us all back to our own cells, where our ‘food’ was ready waiting for us.
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And so, this is how I spent my daily life in this prison. I was put here unfairly, and I cannot escape from here. I kept being beaten by the prison head guard every day. My body was blue all over the place. It hurts so much that I’m starting to be numb towards it eventually.
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Two months later, I was so fed up with everything. I need to get out of here, or otherwise I’ll die. The prison head guard kept asking me the same question over and over again. I am so sick of answering him with the same replies over and over again.
Eventually, I heard talks from other prisoners during our digging session in the field. It seems like there were child spies who sneaked into the country years ago. And they eliminated the most important people in our government. When the news spread quickly and widely, this country became a laughing stock to the whole world. This enrages the people, and they all capture all of the children, and they torture them for information. None of them yield until one day, one of the children spills the beans. The people announced which country sent them in the first place, and it was the neighboring country next to them. Enraged by this news, everyone in the country forms their own military outside of the official one. Obviously, the government is opposed to this, and a civil war ensues between the new military and the nation’s military. This divides the country massively in half: those who wish for war and those who do not.
That makes me realize that the fact of what I went through this whole time is simply because they were afraid of something that did happen in the past, which enrages me so much.
WHY AM I INVOLVED IN THIS?
FIRST, THE PARENTS THAT BIRTHED ME WERE MURDERED BY THIS CIVIL WAR.
THEN, THE ORPHANAGE WHERE I GREW UP FOR A WHILE WAS ALSO BOMBED BY THIS CIVIL WAR.
AND NOW I AM BEING SUBJECTED TO TORTURE FOR REASONS OUTSIDE OF MY CONTROL.
WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS?
I REFUSE TO LIVE LIKE THIS ANY LONGER.
I NEED POWER.
POWER THAT GAVE ME SOLUTIONS TO MOST SITUATIONS.
I HAVE ENOUGH.
I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS.
SCREW THIS PRISON HEAD GUARD.
IF I HAVE SOME KINDA POWER, HE WILL BE MY FIRST TARGET.
And one day, it happened.
In my fourth month in this prison, I feel like I was close to dying. My entire body is covered by purple bruises from so much beating by this shitty head guard.
HE KEEPS ASKING ME THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION SINCE DAY ONE, NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I ANSWERED THAT I AM NOT A SPY.
AT THIS POINT, I’D RATHER BE A SPY AND JUST FUCKING KILL HIM AND DESTROY THIS ENTIRE COUNTRY FOR ALL I CARE.
“Where did you come from? And on what purpose are you here for?”
“I was born in this country. And I was running away from an orphanage that was bombed because of the civil war.”
*BAAAMMM*
“HRRGGH!!”
He strikes me with his police baton on my right neck.
“Where did you come from? And on what purpose are you here for?”
“I was born in this country. And I was running away from an orphanage that was bombed because of the civil war.”
*BAAAMMM*
“URRGGHH!!”
He strikes me on my left side with the police baton.
“Where did you come from? And on what purpose are you here for?”
“I was born in this country. And I was running away from an orphanage that was bombed because of the civil war.”
*BAAAMMM*
“UUUKHH!!”
He hit me in my tummy with his police baton.
“Where did you come from? And on what purpose are you here for?”
“I was born in this country. And I was running away from an orphanage that was bombed because of the civil war.”
*BAAAMMM*
“AAKKHH!!”
He hit me on the left side of my head with his baton, and it started bleeding.
“Where did you come from? And on what purpose are you here for?”
“I was born in this country. And I was running away from an orphanage that was bombed because of the civil war.”
*BAAAMMM*
“HRRRGGHH!!”
He hit me on my right forearm with his police baton.
“FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME, WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? AND WHAT PURPOSE ARE YOU HERE FOR?”
“FOR THE MILLIONTH FUCKING TIME, I WAS BORN IN THIS STUPID COUNTRY, AND I WAS RUNNING AWAY FROM THE ORPHANAGE I GREW UP AT BECAUSE IT WAS BOMBED, CAUSED BY THIS FUCKING CIVIL WAR!!”
“HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO HIT YOU UNTIL YOU CONFESS YOUR CRIME?”
“AND HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES ARE YOU GONNA IGNORE ME EVERY TIME I GIVE YOU MY ANSWER?”
“THAT’S FUCKING IT!! IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA TALK AT ALL, I’LL GET RID OF YOU!!”
*BAAAAMMM*
“AAARRGHH!!”
He hit me once again on the side of my head with his baton.
. . . .
This guy.
THIS FUCKING GUY.
WHAT KINDA FREELOADER IS QUESTIONING A CHILD NONSTOP THE SAME FUCKING QUESTIONS, FOR EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR FOUR FUCKING MONTHS?
I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF LOOKING AT HIS UGLY TURD FACE.
I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF HEARING THE SAME WORDS OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
AND I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF SAYING THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN BECAUSE HE NEVER LISTENS TO ME.
THIS RETARD IS SO FUCKING DELUSIONAL, THINKING THAT A 9-YEAR-OLD LIKE ME IS A SPY FROM ANOTHER COUNTRY!!
YOU KNOW WHAT?
SO BE IT!!
I WISH I AM A SPY RIGHT NOW INSTEAD!!
SO I CAN HAVE ALL THE EQUIPMENT TO DESTROY THIS FUCKING COUNTRY!!
WAGING A WAR WITHOUT CARING ABOUT THE EFFECTS IT BRINGS TO ITS OWN CITIZENS!!
NO, WAIT! THIS WAR IS BETWEEN THE GOVERNMENT AND ITS PEOPLE!!
OH GREAT!! RETARD VERSUS RETARD!!
I WISH I GOT THE POWER TO DESTROY THIS COUNTRY INSTEAD!!
FUCKING IDIOTS!!
“IF YOU REALLY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT BEING LOYAL TO YOUR COUNTRY, I’LL JUST FUCKING KILL YOU INSTEAD!! SEE WHERE YOUR LOYALTY IS BRINGING YOU!”
The prison head guard suddenly points a gun at my head at point-blank range.
“GOODBYE LITTLE SHIT!! I’LL BE SURE TO HANG YOUR HEAD IN PUBLIC AS A NATIONAL TROPHY AGAINST YOUR COUNTRY!!”
“. . .”
I fucking hate this guy.
*GROOOOOOOO*
*!!!*
And then all of a sudden, I was engulfed by a bright white sphere. A white light shoots from the top of the sphere, slowly and surely, the pillar of light changes color to green. And the light sphere begins to crack.
