"When you are stuck in a place like this, where everything is reiterated"
"It would be as if you are stuck in a time loop, and everything plays over and over again"
"The only instinct in your head, - will only be one, - SURVIVE-"
There was a loud CLANK, and the sound of an iron pulled through a rail filled the air stopping with another CLANK. The door had opened as a bawl of yell filed into the room.
Simma looked at the red ribbon he had tied around his fist, folding his finger to ensure that it was balanced.
"I just hope it is a worthy opponent, fit to carry my anger"
He stepped out to meet a crowd of people standing around in a circle, all yelling at the top of their voices hailing the one called THE TOMENTOR.
Simma always saw this as a waste of time and good potential, but this time, though his first he has a reason, a very crucial one at that.
As Simma stepped in, four men carried out a boy from the crowd. He was struggling to breathe he was covered in suit and blood.
A heavy 'BOOO' followed Simma until he reached the stage barricaded with the crowd standing around a drawn circle on the floor, he knew it was going to be a dirty fight.
"HA-HA-HA-HA" came a peal of laughter that could bleed off one ear, the voice was raw and coarse and sent thrills through the people watching. It was the Tormentor he was talking about, who was large about times two the size of Simma. His chest was like two gigantic lumps of rock; his biceps stood out in danger, and his thighs were well-tight. His beard was long and plaited and his hair was shaggy
"YOU MAY SHAKE HANDS" someone yelled.
Simma stretched out his hand to shake, thinking it was routine before starting the fight but SMASH. The huge guy, with the back of his arm, hit him and sent him flying, he crashed into a wall far behind and it cracked. Chunks of bricks came falling off together with Simma who landed with a thud on the floor.
There was a loud 'UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH' by the crowd as if they felt for Simma but they rather enjoyed it.
"He is not going to ever regret doing that" he mumbled, and boom he rushed him as though impulsive, the crowd made way as the tormentor rushed at Simma as well arms up and ready to land a defying punch to take him out for good.
But Simma had leapt off the ground- rotating like a barrel- slipping through the punch as he grabbed the only thing he had aimed for, His beard. He pulled his beard down and slid through in-between his legs with his beard still under his clenches. And YANK.
He pulled his head through his two legs sending him spinning crazily and landing heavily on the floor.
"Mph mm" Tormentor grunted angrily, as he stood up and flipped his head like a bulldog, this time, he was going to snap Simma into two or so he thought, since he rushed him jumping off the floor- creating a huge dent where he stood - both arms on the air- folded into a fist- ready to smash simma into the floor- and …
He found himself soaring height into the air, his vision blurry, a sharp pain throbbing at his jaw and three of his teeth flying alongside him. Simma had shoved himself aside and gathering enough power gave him an upper cult that sent him off the grid.
The tormentor crashed onto the floor unconscious as the noise from the crowd dwindled, and slowly they all left the place where their hero had fallen.
"There you go boy" Came a man's voice, he tossed a bag of food at Simma "You earned it".
Simma picked up the back and returned to his cellar, But the anger in him had not reduced he blamed himself badly for not being there when her sister was injured he bit himself up for letting her fight in the dirty arena although she did not fight Tormentor Simma needed something to hit and he got but yet it did not stop his anger.
He took the food to their cellar and gave it to his bunk friends and her sister.
"How are you feeling now Sonja" He asked looking at her as she sat up her crimson hair though not packed was still good, she looked beautiful but pale not of her injury but of hunger none of them there was catered for like they mattered at all.
"You have to stop treating me like am dyeing Si it's just a scratch" Sonja assured smiling to remove every hint that says otherwise from her face. "Common let's eat".
*******
The Haydes Is a small town that was rebuilt from the ashes of the blood bath. It is run by tyrants who are powerless, called grumms.
They rose to power by imprisoning anyone with powers and using them to their own benefit, these people with powers they called outcasts, and Simma was one of them.
The grumms though powerless were known for their greatness in battles and their persistency. They are very with swords like no other and trained in a way that they fear no power.
The dawn came up as the bell could be heard, which was particularly for the casts it was time for their early morning routine which was hunting for the king the huge ones were selected for this since the woods was fierce and the animals that roamed it deadly.
Simma had waited a long time for this he had promised his sister that he would free her from whatever that place was. He was not huge and when the selection was made he was selected to replace the one he had injured last night in the dirty arena. His plan had started to play out and soon he would be out in no time.
"C'mon line up dogs" One of the soldiers that was gathering them yelled as the selected six lined up after they were out of their cellars and under the dull dawn of the morning.
The soldier edged towards Simma staring at him uncomfortably he was thin and unkept his jet black hair long and tattered his eyes were brown and he was small in size right where he was standing "Luck does not work twice boy" he said to him smirking "When you fall i will be there"
"C'mon, move it boy Let's get out of here, into the woods now" The soldiers called as they matched into the woods monitored by three strong soldier grumms
They moved in deeper and deeper when one of the grumms in front signalled them to stop with a wave of his hand, he sniffed the air like a hound. He bent scooped a handful of sand and sniffed it.
"The tracks are fresh be on guard" He warned drawing his sword as the others did the same they slowed their pace and took every step carefully.
Simma had noticed that one soldier was behind and two in front. As they moved he stumbled and bent to adjust his footwear.
"You grump I knew there was no place for you the soldier said as he walked past him Simma smirked.
"Hell yeah, this place is no place for me" He mumbled to himself as he ran backwards immediately going for Sonja his sister as he had promised. He didn't look back as he ran not minding because he had no time before they noticed he was gone
He reached the edge of the woods where the town was visible and whistled a node that he used to whistle to Sonja when they were small, and just then immediately Sonja came sneaking out.
"Are you ready for this?" Simma asked
Holding her by the hand and staring deeply into her eyes.
"I was born ready" Sonja replied bravely, as they turned and ran back into the woods, avoiding the roads followed by them earlier.
"Where will we go" Sonja asked as they hurried down a slope heads in the game and partially alerted of the wild animals.
"I don't know, but I heard one of the Grumms saying that there was a refuge west of here" Simma began "So all we have to do is follow the setting of the sun and maybe we will find this refuge" He breathed, as something stopped them in their tracks it was the tolling of the bell.
"common we have to hurry Sonja" Simma urged, he wanted this freedom more than anything.
The soldiers were already drawing closer on their horses, they gave them a spontaneous chase. They drew closer and closer until Simma and Sonja was in sight.
"There they are" one them yelled, as they all pursued them.
Simma and Sonja ran faster, but legs can never outrun horse.
"AArgh" Sonja Screamed, she had twisted her ankle and couldn't continue the run.
"Common Sonja, we have to keep moving, here let me carry you" Simma offered, coming to her aid.
"Just go, save your self I will slow you down, but rather let me slow them down for you" she replied.
"Nonsense am not leaving you I promised remember, I promised" he made to come close to Sonja but there was already a force field their between them.
"no- Sonja-no -no-no SONJA remove this" Simma begged, he could now see the soldier drawing nearer.
"I love you brother" Sonja said, as she limped unto her feet and charged at the solders her eyes turned white as she lifted the ground together with the first set of soldiers that rode towards them Simma stood behind the field hitting and punching it yelling on top his voice.
"SONJAAAAAA, NOOOOOO"
Sonja waved her arms through the air, summoning a massive tornado that tore through four soldiers and their horses. But her strength was waning. Within moments, she was surrounded.
She turned back and gave Simma one final smile—just as a sharp sword plunged into her back and burst out through her stomach. Blood splattered in every direction as the force field collapsed and Sonja crumpled to the ground.
Simma's eyes flared red. A powerful wind swirled around him, and a crackle of deep velvet lightning surged through the air. His feet lifted off the ground, and lightning flashed across his eyes. Rage and fury consumed his soul.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"