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The Urban King

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A young boy is taken from his family and is forced to fight to the death within a stone prison, after 10 years of torture he had vowed to never kill a person and now plans to escape his captors.
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Chapter 1 - The Boy in Blue

In a place far beyond the sight of civil society lies a stone tower hidden beneath the earth.

Within its walls is a maze of dark cold corridors lined with jail cells holding the lives of hundreds of scared and starving children, some being as old as thirteen with the youngest being only a mere six years old.

In the center of this prison a small arena can be seen with hundreds of guards surrounding it yelling and screaming at the two combatants inside.

Both fighters are wearing a loose blue jump suit that stopped around the knee and elbow along with a metal collar that gripped tightly around the two fighters necks, they also appear to not have eaten well, bathed, or slept soundly for a very long time with both of them being horribly malnourished and dirty, along with having very dark eye bags, due to the mistreatment of the two fighters along with the lengthy fight the two of them were having, both of them were exhausted.

One of the fighters looked like they couldn't be much older than seven years old, he had soft facial features despite having barely any muscle or fat. Despite being so young he looked as if he was ready to kill the boy infront of him, however the other fighter had no such malice.

The other boy was much older, looking almost sixteen he was much taller but looked much skinnier, he also had dozens of scars all along his arms, legs and face of varying sources. His eyes were constantly fully open and sunken in, but showed no sign of bloodlust.

The younger boy wildly swung at the older one, windmilling his arms around, trying to hit the older boy at all. In respone, he simply ducked under the young boy and rammed his head into his stomach at full force, causing the young boy to start falling, but before fully reaching the ground the young boy kicked his foot upwards into the older boys jaw, making him land on his back, but quickly started standing back up. The younger boy, however, kept lying on the ground, wincing in pain.

As the older boy fully stood up, a knife was thrown down at the arena, with the blade being stuck into the ground. In response the older boy simple sat down with his legs crossed. The crowd of guards yell a call against the older boy. "COME ON KID, GET THE HELL UP!" "PICK UP THE KNIFE AND SLIT THAT PUSSY'S THROAT!" "YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM RIGHT? THEN KILL THAT FUCK!" The younger boy tries standing up, but falls on his stomach and looks up at the older boy, his arm extending out towards the knife, but falls onto the ground.

The crowd starting booing the two fighters. As the older boy stared down at the younger one the two fighters were tackled to the ground violently and had been cuffed by their hands and feet. The younger boy was taken to a hallway lined with cells holding dozens of prisoners each, while the older boy was taken to a different hallway that was much deeper and looked abandoned.

As the two boys were taken away a guard that had been writing on a piece of paper inside of a folder had finished writing and given the folder to a colleague. "Take this to the warden, will you?" "Sure thing." Replied the other guard as he took the folderand proceeded to walk towards his destination.

After walking through some hallways he approached and opened a door that lead into an ornate office. Inside the office was a wood grain desk with three chairs, two in front of the desk, one behind. On the back end of the room was bookshelf filled with books with a miniature bar in the middle of it. On the left side of the room was window to the outside, showcasing a pristine view of a forest. If you didn't know any better you'd say this was an office to something more akin to an insurance firm instead of being the office to a child kidnapper.

Two people we're seated inside the room, discussing affairs about the prison.

The first was the person behind the desk, a woman with long straight dark green hair and pure black eyes, she wore a full three piece suit, excluding the tie which was a color similar to her hair, with the jacket being a double breasted trench coat that has the word "WARDEN" written on it with white and dark green text.

The second was a man seated on the opposite side of the desk. He had platinum blonde short hair, with green eyes. He had a similar outfit except with no text and his outfit was a navy blue and dark red.

"Here you are ma'am, the documents for todays fights." As the guard reached the document towards the women, the blonde man snatched the documents from his hand. "I'll be tooking a look at these, if you don't mind of course." "N-No, not at all Commander Glenn." He said, stammering over his words, trying to be as respectful as possible. "Thanks." Glenn replied.

"That is not necessary Glenn."The women seating in the desk retorted. "My reports are sufficent at giving you a detailed-" "I'm just checking something, you're not in trouble ... yet." Glenn replied, flipping through the document, stopping at the final page. "So, your little problem child is still here." "Of course he is, that bastard still hasn't killed anyone so obviously he is-" "Hey guard." The guard was slightly taken aback from being called by the commander. "Yes sir?" "Do you know the purpose of this prison?"

"Of course I do." "Then why don't you explain it to me nice and quick." "Well ... the purpose of the prison is too kidnap children from our enemies, then we torture them and force them to fight to the death." "Very good. Now explain to me, why exactly we do this." "To bolster our numbers while decreasing the enemies potential numbers." "Incredible job, you should get a promotion for how well you know this place." "Oh, well I wouldn't say that much it's common knowledge really." The guard replied back. "Common knowledge? Well if all the guards know about it, then why doesn't your warden."

The women sitting at the desk looked highly offended at the comment. "You don't think I know what this prison is for? Think about it, every prison cell holds a dozen prisoners, and we have over five-hundred cells in this prison filled at any given time, it takes about seven years for a full rotation of new prisoners, and I've been working here for over 20 years. In total I have over-seen eighteen-thousand prisoners, and out of ALL of them the only one that I have seen not only dominate every fight he's put up against in AND not kill, is that kid. Not even mentioning the disease and torture that kid has been through he has got to have one strong as hell spirit. Imagine how insane his ability has to be! I can almost garuntee you, it could win the war!"

The man looked at her, completely unimpressed. "You allowing him to live has proven to be nothing but a liability. Ever since he was put here, the amount of soldiers being made for the war has decreased. Up to as high as twenty-five percent! He should have been executed years ago!" The warden gave the man a scowl. "But you do have a point." The commander said, suprising the warden and the guard. "With a mental fortitude like that he probably has something very strong. So, i'll give you an ultimatum : You have one month to break him, if he doesn't break he will be executed, am I understood." Put her elbows on her desk, interlocking her fingers, and gave a small smile and a chuckle with a glint in her eye. "Crystal."

Inside of a deep dark hallway, only one soul resides inside of its wall. At the end of the hallway is a cell, but calling it that would be generous. It was more like a coffin indented into the wall. The door of the cell didn't even have bars, it was just a metal door with no opening inside of it. Their was no way to look in or out of it. Inside this coffin resided a boy who had been there for ten years and has endured every punishment possible, but the only thing he could do right now is be alone with his thoughts.

"I hate this." He thought to himself. "I hate this cell that's so small I can't even move in it, I hate the awful 'food' they give me, if you could even call it food. I hate how it's an orange goo that comes in a syringe. I hate how it tastes like bitter salt and vomit. I hate how I have to fight everyday just to not die. I hate how im tortured because I didn't kill them. I HATE EVERYTHING!" He banged his head loudly against the metal door, causing an echo to sound throughout the halls. "But I don't want to give up, I don't want to hate the place I live, I don't want to hate the food I eat, I don't want to hate the way I live, but I absolutely REFUSE to kill someone for my freedom. That woman taught me how to fight, but she also taught me that I should never kill and I will honor that to the end. I will find a way out of this prison and live a life that I want to live, because after everything this prison has put me through I still have hope."