"Trust is earned, respect is given, and loyalty is demonstrated. Betrayal of any
one of those is to lose all three."
- Ziad K. Abdelnour
"We are all 17 years old, and we were here for almost 6 years now ...
How about you? What's your name? Your age? And how did you get in the dumpsite?" Sean asked me while sipping soup.
"Rinleigh." My short answer.
I saw that the three remained staring at me, obviously still waiting for what I had to say.
"That's my name." I briefly added which made Kurt frowned.
"Did I hear it right? You said your name is Rinleigh?" ask Kurt with a wrinkled forehead.
I did not answer, but I just nodded my head once in response, then sipped on my soup again.
"Who in their right mind would name their daughter as Rinleigh?" Kurt's wrinkled forehead deepen during his protest, where he even managed to stare at me, which I just ignored.
I chewed on the piece of mushroom on my coconut shell, then answered again.
"My dad." I swallowed the flesh on my mouth.
Then stared back at Kurt, the only person who was looking at me seriously. I will never tell them my real name because although they saved my life, I cannot deny the fact that I do not trust them completely. Apart from that, my other reason is that I have no intention of using the name given to me by my father. I baptized myself again with a name that would suit me as a result of a demon. Since I was cleared from the arena, I discovered the real reason why I stayed alive after the atrocities committed against me in that freaking battle area. My goal is to get out of this hell. And kill my demon of a father, using the name Rinleigh.
I wanted to unmasked that fucking two-face asshole of a father, who get me fucked up of this hell. The only goal I had bear inside my mind, while on the brink of death.
"How about enlightening us, Kurt? What's so wrong about her name?" Sean asked again, giving me and Kurt a confused and curious look.
Josh slightly dropped the coconut bowl with mushroom soup he was eating, after consuming the meat. Then answer him with no emotion.
"Rinleigh. The Greek term, which means, "the seed of Lucifer" was Josh's simple conclusion to the conversation.
It was as if there was dead air around, due to the sudden increase in tension. Sean was left gaping at what he heard.
"I was named Rinleigh, because my father is Lucifer. I got here because I was sold by my father for a pack of cocaine. I was sent to the dumpsite after I was beaten to death, because I killed 3 kids sent from the arena, to kill us. I am 12, and my goal is to get out of here, and kill my that two-face asshole in the character of my dad." is my litany, answering all of Sean's previous questions.
I also ate the contents of my widow. The three of them were surprised to hear what I said which added more tension between the four of us.
Even so, our conversation continued, before they finally left. I learned a lot from them...
They were kind enough to give out information about this inferno I was held in. some information which I can used, as a weapon as it build more desire inside of me, to get out and live a life, in the den of the demons.
I found out that my eyesight was spinning because all the children aged 12 who were taken care of by the Dark Claws Assasins were first made as a lab rat for a week before being sent to the arena itself, as a practice toy for young assassins.
While children at the age of 13-18 are made as slaves, pets, or sex slaves, depending on what the assassin who is watching over them wants to do. Most of the population of Dark Claws' slaves are natives, kidnapped children, and those like me who were sold.
They also sell slaves to the rich people which they called elites. According to Sean, Low-Rank assassins do not give them food, if there is no replacement. And those replacements depends on what each of them can offer. They can be their toys, or their human pet, in exchange for a piece of bread, where they will wholeheartedly give themselves to low-ranking gays, who are greedy for the flesh, maybe informative, and so on. They also said that every day they work hard digging the ground, looking for diamonds, or rather gold, that can be found right on the land where the prison cell is. No one dared to run away because before they could even do so, they were already caught dead by the demons.
This made slaves feel insuperior to the demons which made them lose hope and accept their fate. But the three of them are different than the slaves who have lost hope. Because under the straw I slept on, there is a wooden cover, which when you opened, you will see a secret tunnel which leads them out of this prison hell. But it is not that deep yet and they have not yet reached the peak of the farthest part, which is far from the hell of the Dark Claws. According to them, they have been digging it for five years. And every night they pierce the ground that serves as a tunnel, for the hope of freedom.
In my view, this is not an impossible plan, also based on how they construct it. Their plan is smooth, but it will also take them long, before they could actually achieve it.
I can no longer wait for the day where I will meet my father again. The day when the name Ayesha Marquez will forever disappear from the world. And be recognized with the name Rinleigh. That will consume all races of the Dark Claws assassin.