The noise from the outside woke me up, they were dragging prisoners again, probably to sacrifice them.
We were then escorted out once again.
A fight broke out again from the back.
It was a minotaur and a goblin, the guards rushed towards the fight and quickly subdued them. They did not even resist the guards and let them handcuff them.
We were then now guided back to the canteen. With the same view of the red prison cage, people being slaughtered.
The gruesome scene is being sketched into our eyes.
We tried to ignore it, but the prisoners always gathered to watch in front of the glass.
The other prisoners viewed the scene as magnificent, as they watched in awe, smiling, showing their deepest desires to cause chaos.
As we try to eat, not puking out any bit, and the other prisoner waiting for their meal to be shoved down their throat.
An explosion was created, and the glass was broken. The prisoners rushed towards the guards torturing their fellow prisoners, the warden showed up just in time and fought every single prisoner that attempted to attack.
" WHO DARES TO BREAK OFF FROM HERE?" The warden angrily throws broken glasses at the prisoners.
The prisoners have already been freed from the previous commotion they have caused and the magic holding them up was loosely handled.
They started using magic, and my classmates and I were scared, not knowing what was happening.
We tried to escape but every exit was blocked off.
Suddenly debris was being flown from the fight.
As we tried to regroup, suddenly a huge metal pipe flew towards my classmate.
I started to run and pushed them away.
The metal pipe was not even fast, it seemed to be slowed down by some kind of force field but it was still indeed fast enough to cause major injury.
The metal pipe then hit and dragged me and my arm towards the wall, crushing and breaking my whole right arm off. The blood gushed out, my vision started to get blurry, my consciousness began to fade away, and my classmate ran toward me.
I fell to the ground, my classmate tried to stop the bleeding, and the fight with the prisoners started to die down.
I woke up to see myself lying on the ground, with an angel appearing in front my eyes, trying to wake me up.
I then realized I was on the ground.
The whole building was already fixed.
My right arm is the only thing missing.
I was healed up by the doctor inside the prison.
She knew we understood nothing, so she showed a picture of an arm with a cross sign indicating, my right arm was gone.
The metal pipe completely crushed my right arm, while I was trying to push down my classmate.
I wanted to cry, but no tears of mine were enough to show the pain inside of my heart. As everything felt so empty, I tried looking for something.
"We're sorry, Kai."
"WAAAH"
"Kai.."
"Thank you, Kai.."
My classmate then cried for me, and I think that is enough to make me cry as well.
I and 6 of my classmates cried that day, knowing that there was more to come for us.
Out of all the chaos that happened, most of my classmates had already died, from the debris to the early killings.
We're the only ones left.
Me, Emily, Noah, Mikael, John, Krissha, and Liam.
We couldn't identify the other students who were already slaughtered.
After the incident, we were dragged back again in the cell.
My right arm was gone, and the number from my right arm magically went toward my left arm.
It had changed.
The number "07" had been engraved.
Confused as I was, I asked Emily in the other cell for her numbers.
"Hey, Emily."
"Yes?"
"Do you have numbers in your arm?"
"Uhm, yeah?.."
"It's 38, why do you ask?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering."
"Can you see my number, Emily?"
"No."
"What numb-"
As I was about to ask if her number changed, the guard tapped on our cell again.
They were dragging yet another batch of prisoners.
I started seeing the engraving on their arm becoming bright and clear.
Did Emily lie to me about not seeing the numbers? Or was she telling the truth?
The number in their arm was "01" and then turned into "00" as it counted down.
The numbers probably meant the days we have in this prison.
"Are the numbers determining the days we had left in this prison before we were sacrificed?"
I questioned myself
"I'm so close to dying," I muttered.
Having accepted the fact that I was going to die, it felt very calming. As much as I wanted to rage, I felt powerless in front of these people with magic powers.
Even if I wanted to grasp the understanding of the magic, they would probably stop me from doing so.
The gates were opened.
It's time for the next routine.
This time, we were not being teleported, we were guided inside a laboratory.
The numbers of the patients were 99 and 98.
I wanted to check the other's number but I could not find them.
We were given a separate room and visual guides to understand our work.
It was to drink a weird substance, we just have to let luck be on our side when drinking this.
I feel my stomach ache from the substance.
My head started to spin and everything was making me nauseous.
The doctors watched as they wrote down the details of what was happening.
I stayed strong.
But pain suddenly started going through my body, it felt as if my skin was melting. The irritation from every part of my body, my skin visibly being normal, but the pain coming from my psychological thought was immensely influenced by the drugs we took.
As the pain slowly fades, with my mouth bubbling, and my scratched-out body.
They slowly took my blood and ended the experiment.
I found my classmate being dragged out of their room, it was Mikael, with his right arm having "65" engraved and with his hair ripped out.
We were then guided to the canteen again.
I looked for my other classmates.
They were chatting about the experiment they had suffered, and how some of them started to feel something growing inside them like a tingly feeling.
I instantly asked.
"Can you see my number?"
I showed them my left arm.
They denied seeing a number on my arm.
But I can see theirs.
Noah had 57
Emily had 38
John had 34
Mikael had 65
Krissha has 03
Liam had 09
I told them each of their numbers respectively and they agreed to see those numbers engraved in their arm but denied seeing other people's numbers.
They started to theorize what happened to me by saying that my other senses were probably improved due to one lesser arm or that the things happening inside of the prison were affecting us.
I looked at the slaughterhouse, behind that glass. The people had their numbers "00", which confirmed my thought that this was their number of days in the prison.
Scared I was to say what it meant.
I told them that it was their day left in the prison.
Krissha and Liam, scared as I am.
Having only a one-digit number for our days, we wanted to struggle and escape.
We three could not bring ourselves to die early.
Another shake happened.
We rushed into the canteen.
Light appeared, and suddenly my classmates fell unconscious.
But for me, I have not.
I just witnessed something, it was an Angel if I were to describe it, with pretty facial features, and long silver-gold hair, floating down the sky.
"These sacrifices aren't enough"
"Kill more prisoners and I shall reward you all with greater power"
I could not understand what he said, but it sent shivers down my spine.
He glared at me with those red-tinted eyes.
My whole body started to shake, and the Angel-look-alike started to fly and bring all the corpses that had been tortured while draining each of the corpses to himself as if he was absorbing their life force, their fear, their emotions.
After two days.
Krissha now had 01 engraved on her right arm, she was sweating profusely when she met us, she was scared.
The group went silent, thinking they might put fuel to the fire.
Emily started to comfort her, the group also joined in. She cried in front of us, she said
"Please do not forget me, I love you guys"
"If we ever get the chance to meet again, I hope we will become best friends."
Uttering those words, the group felt painstakingly hurtful, they did not want to let Krissha get dragged away.
We created a plan to change her imminent demise.