"Come on, move it, we don't have all day."
The guards ushered the children out of the hellhole of a cage on the carriage. Many held eyes of relief and others in woe. A factory line opened up where men who were seen as towers to the young children passing essentials to the children.
A rough pillow filled with straw along with a thin table cloth as a blanket, a bucket, and a dull wooden hoe fashioned poorly and made crude.
Each child got one and the guards continued escorting them to a far more impoverished location than the Blairwood Manor.
The front held the pristine and clean of the horrors within.
The backyard could be said the same, many tables set up along with a garden to boot filled with beautiful hydrangeas of white and red. A huge marble arch sat in the center with a mount of some sort in the center. It blinked and warped as if something were occurring to it.
The older brother continued staring at the pedestal, a gleam of light continued to entice his view, as if it meant something to him.
"Hurry up kid!"
One of the guards kicked the brother and fell face first into the rough pavement of the new section of the manor.
The younger brother went back hurriedly to help the other. The guards did nothing at this time, but wait with a stare of disgust.
The more cramped area with multiple large cottages lining up.
The sight was to behold as if they had just entered a whole new cruel and darker world. The atmosphere changed.
Kids were also hanging around the doors of some of the cottages, looks of the dead, piercing stares as they were going right through them.
He swore, he saw a child mouth something at him.
The younger brother clenched his hands harder on his brothers arm.
"Get in."
After walking for about fifteen minutes, they arrived.
This was one of the cottages the deepest and farthest from the rest, an newly constructed one.
It was still quite hard to perceive it as new with all the poor quality materials used, thin wood and aged and decayed woods were used in the same lining. The roof patched with miscellaneous pieces of wood.
The air around them became stale and stifle as the interior was all dusty.
This was made way before their arrival and so it had collected some dust.
"Get settled and come back out in fifteen minutes."
The man who replied was different from the guards, after a few more times he repeated himself each time getting louder, they realized he was going to be their 'caretaker' of the new cottage.
He was a quite stout built man with an angular chin with shagged hair.
Everybody knew from his appearance as a slave and he showed a face of a sliver of sympathy along with him.
He was most likely already relieved from menial labor being a slave but had to work with the children.
The interior design was just a simple hallway with multiple doors lining each side with similar and small spacing.
The cottage could most likely hold more than fifty children but those who survived made it up to about thirteen.
They barely filled up any of the slots as well as some sharing the same room.
The caretaker held no regards whatsoever who shared or not.
The brothers found one which was unusually more spaced out than the others and decided to use it.
The room itself was quite literally the same as everything else though, which was kind of odd.
But unlike the other rooms, like the ones he checked when he got over were just made with some wood with an area fashioned out of the wall to be an area for bed.
The room instead had a small hole in the right innermost side where the door resides.
Which was odd.
He felt the hole and felt a lingering draft of air coming through.
His younger brother had set up his set of a pillow along with a table cloth down in the in-built slab and placed his crude hoe on the side.
The brother does the same.
The fifteen minutes go by fast and everyone was already crowded near the entrance.
The slave came back and began counting each of them. Though it seems he didn't learn math at all as he had trouble.
After giving up, he began leading them out.
The silence throughout the trip was dreaded and it continued still even after the carriage ride.
They arrived with a more crude area made with all stone and concrete.
A trail of smoke could be seen leaving out a chimney of some sort as it spreads soot and the likes of it all around.
Children began coughing and stopped at the entrance of the room with the chimney.
Yet another man comes out.
"Hurry up Smog, we don't have much time left after the delayed trip."
The man simply nodded with a serious glare and his slit eyes. His body built well with his strong arms.
The man takes one of the kids by the wrist and pulled him in.
Some clamps could be heard making the journey through and finally, the most agonizing scream could be heard along with a sizzling of some sort.
The kids became very startled and continued to shake.
This continues for the eleven kids or so while the last two were both the older brother and the younger brother.
The grip of the man was strong and he lead the oldest in.
The room had a lingering smell of burnt flesh and he could already predict what was going to happen.
The clamps were stretched out from the struggles of each children.
But he got rid of anything from his mind except one.
What the kid was mouthing out when they were moving in.
Though having endless possibilities of what it might be.
He could somehow translate it and knew what he said.
"Welcome to hell."