It's so dark is this pit. The same pit I was thrown in 5 years ago. All because of one person. That person was Dr. Quinn.
Dr. Quinn is known around the world as one of the most ruthless scientists. He'll do anything to get what he wants.
What he wanted, 5 years ago, was a perfect weapon. A weapon that could be used against the entire world.
He's entire thoughts were, "I need a person strong enough to withstand all of my "experiments." Torture is what he ment.
He noticed me not long after he thought of what he wanted. He asked me to do "it" for 100 million dollars. Of course I told him no.
If my father were to know I said yes to something like this, he'd be rolling around in his grave. I'm the "man" of the family. I had a younger sister and mother to protect.
Of course when I told him no, he got mad. The next 2 weeks afterwards were relaxing. I didn't expect him to do anything. Of course I should have. He had sent assassins to kill my family. With the amount of money he had it wasn't a problem for him.
I was mad. Really mad. Mad enough I blacked out and woke up a day later covered in blood. Standing on a mountain of dead bodies. With policemen surrounding me. Not long after, I was sentenced for 10 years in a high security prison.
Not even a week in the prison I was messed with and killed 5 inmates. After that I was thrown in the pit.
The pit, being not even 6ft, was crushing me. Who was 6'4. Dirt littered the ground with the addition of insects. If one were to look at me all they'd see is a dirty 24 year old with really dark blue hair.
When it was time for food. The guards would open a little opening in the door and throw down the food. You know the regular, molded, old biscuits. With a carton of milk, like the ones you'd get a school. And a apple.
You'd think that with this being a high security prison filled with some of the worst criminals, that they'd treat us a liitle better. You know because we're scary and we'll kill them without caring.
But nope, they treat use like we're nothing. Like we're lesser than a cockroach. I have a few of those in my lovely pit. I've named them to. Sally, Mole, Brat, and Food. For some reason Food always come back. I squished him last week but he's back again.
As I sit here thinking about my younger sister, May. The door of the pit opens. A dark silhouette looks down. I hear a slight tik come from him. Great it's Captain Blockhead. He seems to do that every time he sees an inmate. Tiks at us like we're dogs.
"Get up faggot! We need your help. And you're gonna do it or your head won't be attached to your shoulders!" Caption Blockhead screeches. You'd think as an old man who's like 60, he couldn't screech like he did but he can.