Over the mist and through the marsh,
run away from everything harsh,
Don't disappoint or hide on the way,
the hunt lasts forever and they have the last say.
The walk fortunately didn't take as long as Jon had expected. But by the time they reached the brick shaped two story building without any identifying markers he felt like his legs were going to buckle under him. The guard infront of him didn't seem to notice as he opened the door and motioned for Jon to enter the building. Unsurprisingly he had to stoop slightly to enter the rather small doorframe. The guard pulled infront of him to lead the way checking over his shoulder from time to time making sure that Jon had not vanished.
Jon found the action a bit amusing but in his tired state it didn't really matter too much to him how this human acted. There walk through the twisting corridors came to a swift end in front of a large oak door which was pulled to. The young guard leading the way slowly pushed the door open and was emediatly his with a blast of energy which sent him flying into Jon who did not have time to brase himself and instinctively protected his head from hitting the floor as he crashed into the hard ground. He could feel his ribs bending in more and a bit of a Crack as he made contact with the ground. This sent Jon into a fit of coughing which forced him to turn over and gasp for air. He continude to cough until he felt like his lungs were going to be expelled from his body. Instead a small stream of black liquid dripped down to the floor from his mouth. He tried to continue breathing but the coughing continude without showing any signs of reaching a conclusion until he felt something cold slide into the back of his neck gently penetrating his skin. A thick substance was then forced in through the puncture which made his neck twitch uncomfortably.
Immediately his muscles began to tense up and his breathing became more strained and the cut on his shoulder began to burn. Jon clutched his shoulder and dug his fingers into the mark tearing at it to help eliminate the burning sensation. With every breath that he took it felt like his ribs were stabbing into his lungs. The pain seared through his body leading Jon to tear further into his shoulder. Gradually the feeling began to recead, it was slow at first but then the feeling began to drain out of him leaving an empty feeling in his gut.
Jon's vision faded in and out before coming slowly back into focus. looking around him Jon's vision was slightly tinted red. There was a feeling of rage boiling through his veins which did not seem to belong to him. His body desired to kill but his mind pulled his body under control settling to instead clench his fists. There were now two people in the hall with him, aside from the guard who had been escorting him there was a bigger figure wearing some sort of mask obscuring everything but their eyes which stared at him with cold indifference.
Jon slowly rose to his feet and pulled a syringe out of his neck. He looked down at it in distain but prevented himself from breaking it. The coughing had left him so he supposed he should be glad but the anger in his blood did not lessen with his point of view.
"What in the world did you bring down here this time kid?" The individual in the mask had a snarl to his town which annoyed Jon but he decided to ignore it since he knew it was not his place to remark.
"He was just brought in today from region 42 I don't know anything more than that. The two that brought him seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the area once they dropped his half dead body here. Then Vince told me to bring him here so that we could get him to work as quickly as possible." The young guard looked both annoyed and frustrated at the situation as he stood to his feet. Jon observed them in silence for a moment before turning back to the syringe in his hand and holding it up to inspect it more closely.
A green liquid residue could be seen in the bottom of the glass tube. More strange symbols were scrawled on the surface of the vile. He clutched the needle a bit tighter and then began to trace his fingers over the designs to commit them to his memory.
"Well I've already done what needs to be done so you can get him to the mines immediately. If you don't need anything else then I have to get back to my project." Without another word the masked individual turned and walked back into the room closing the door with a harsh crash behind them. With a quick motion the young guard turned in disgust and began to walk toward the exit.
"Since the doc says you're good to go we are going to send you strait to work. Keep up I want to get back to more important work." Feeling more energized Jon kept pace just behind the young officer while he continued to mutter his annoyance toward the doc.
The two of them walked through the maze of corridors back into the open air once more. Breathing in the rather dusty air Jon felt that he was not as angry anymore and rolled his shoulders to loosen up his tense joints. What was to come it seemed was going to be what he expected. Those who were deemed criminal would be sent to work for the benefit of the affected county. Jon only wondered what conditions the camp would have and how it might compare to the ones he had come across in the past. As Jon pondered these things in his mind he ignored the changes in his surroundings as they passed by building after building on their way closer to the mountain bace. Jon was not an expert in anything and an escape would most likely be met with extreme punishment from the ruling parties involved. He shuttered to think about what that had been before. Jon held the syringe a bit tighter than before and absently continued to follow behind the young guard.
Presently the young guard came to a halt in front of thick stone slab with more strange symbols carved in it. Two more guards stood at the door with weapons at their sides. All in all they seemed far to lax to be guarding a camp of this nature which lead Jon to believe that there must be something about the door which keeps the occupants in line.
"We have a new miner here so give him the rundown of his situation. I have work to get to so bye." With a wave to the two half asleep guards the young guard left. Jon stood there quietly while the guards took their time collecting their wits. It might have been easy to walk away but there was no point as far away he was concerned. His legs were getting a bit tired though so he began to shift his weight back and forth in an unsuccessful attempt to keep his legs from falling asleep.
One of the guards eyed him cautiously before straitening himself and clearing his throat. Unlike the tan skinned or young guard this once did not seem interested in being here in the slightest. Jon would have to lump him in with the doctor from earlier. There was nothing too recognizable about the guard whose face was rather plain. The one factor that stood out the most was his eyes which were a a burnt orange similar to a pumpkin but not quite the same color. The other guard did not stir and had his eyes closed so Jon did not have a chance to see if there was a difference. It was amusing to see different faces and how they matched with the individuals personalities, it had always been a book by cover game for Jon. You can always make your bets but the way a person acts in spite of their looks was often times the most fascinating thing too see in the world.
"You will be given a number, a pick and a sack. Respond to your number and do the work assigned to you. At the end of the day bring back your sack and receive your dues. Failure to reach the quota will result in a loss of meal privileges for the next day so don't fall behind.
Stay in your assigned sleeping area when not at work and never disobey the instructions of a guard. Doing so will be punished by the guards discretion. Extra work produced will result in payment but you can figure that part out for yourself. Do not speak unless spoken too you have no rights you only have what you are given at the time that it is presented and that is subject to change. Do well and you might have chances to receive your freedom."
His words were cold and to the point but Jon nodded his head and accepted the clothes presented to him without protest. The uniform was simple but made of a durable material. It was tan and the only thing that stood out about it was the number printed on the back 776949.
Changing into the clothes they were a bit big on him but it was okay. Once he was finished the guard who had handed him the clothes handed him a pick and sack before placing his hand on a seemingly unimportant stone which instantly lit up activating the symbols on the door.
A cracking sound emanated from the stone slab and a portion of it slid into the ground. Upon prompting Jon stepped through the gap and it closed behind him with a slam. He was once more trapped in darkness, but this time it was not total darkness at least.