What to do?

Say whatever you want about torture, but it gets boring after a while. I mean is there nothing else you have in store? The first few weeks of my stay here, were not nice. I was tortured whenever I was conscious at first. After one week, someone else took that job. It would seem my boy Chrissy got tired or something like that. 

At first, the torture wasn't that amazing. It was more or less the basics. I was cut all over my body, face and so on. Chris also stabbed me all over but stopped when he found out that it wasn't leading to anything either. For some reason, he was hell-bent on making me scream but was getting more and more deranged when it didn't work.

In the second month, Chris told Tortie, that's the name I gave the ugly male who took over torturing me when Chris stopped and began beating me. Just plain fist to flesh, bashing in my face and stomach. 

(Flashback)

"How wonderful to have someone like you here. So young and yet so headstrong. But you can make this stop. Tell me boy ... isn't there something you want to tell me?"

"Uh, ok. You're ugly. And you should definitely wash yourself more, you smell like someone lost a shrimp in your mouth a month ago and you haven't removed it yet. Hahaha"

*Bang*

He hit me for that comment.

"Oh, you are a funny one. Don't ye' know vat ve do viz funny ones?"

"What? Tie us up and force us to listen to your shitty accent?"

"No, boy. We bind their limbs to four different animals and then slowly pull you apart."

"You know if you smile like that, it might stay. Also, you should brush your teeth, I might die at this rate. Did your mother not teach you that?"

*Bang*

"My mother ..."

*Bang*

"... never taught me ..."

*Bang*

"... anything."

*Bang*

"Ptui ... why's that? Were you an orphan or something?"

*Bang Bang*

"Yes ... my mommy left me very early and my father taught me the valuable lesson of looking out for yourself. Hehehehe he hit me over and over again when I didn't know something .... he was a doctor."

*Bang Bang*

"Oh, how wonderful it was when I finally looked inside his brain. I wanted to see how his brain worked. Why did he hit me over and over again? Was that something in his mind? I had to find it."

*Bang Bang*

"Hehehehe and there I thought I had found it. Something that spread all across his brain. I had to make sure. To see whether it was only him that looked like that."

*Bang*

"But it turned out that all humans looked like that. I was devastated."

*Bang*

"Why?", I asked.

"Because that would mean that there was nothing that made my father special. There wouldn't have been anything wrong with him ..."

"But with you. Sounds like a shitty father, if you ask me. Apart from how you handled it, I'd say it was pretty good that he's now gone."

"W-what?", he said.

"I mean hitting a kid like that ... seems like he was a prick to me. I don't think anyone will miss him."

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Sid.", I said with a smile.

(Flashback end)

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Tortie didn't stop torturing me. He wasn't allowed to. He tried out a lot of things on me. Cutting me up, splitting most of my skin from my muscles, breaking every bone in my body and a whole other tool that I didn't even know the name of. I refused to scream. I wouldn't scream for this. 

As the time passed, about 6 months I guess, it started to get apparent that I wouldn't scream in pain. So it was decided to stop this form of torture. Apparently, they wanted to get rid of me, but not by killing me themselves. They wanted to have one last laugh with me. At least that's what I understood from what Chris told me.

"So what are we doing then? Am I getting sold again, or maybe a new form of torture? I mean it is getting pretty tedious you know."

"Silence slave! You still look at me when you talk and it makes me angry. Don't you dare talk or look at me!", Chris said as he kept hitting me with his now, upgraded gloves. It seems he is slowly falling into madness. He must have spent some time upgrading that glove. 

"You will fight for me. I have already booked a fight with Saint Sargant and Saint Anor to have some of our slaves fight all at once and see who survives. Now you will have to fight. Hehehehe I will see you scream as you kill someone or die when you don't hehehehe."

"I think you need to see a doctor Chris, my friend. It doesn't look good for you. Also, please change your hairstyle."

"Don't talk to Saint Christoph, you insect."

*Bang*

Yeah, Chris only comes to visit me with one of those bodyguards now. I'm not sure what he told his daddy but I'm sure that it wasn't good. Well, I guess I'll see what these fighting pits are all about. Torie told me about them. He used to say how lucky I am that I don't have to go there, while he was torturing me ... yeah he's weird. 

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So I was brought to the fighting pits. I am currently waiting for the fighting to start with some other slaves. There are some impressive-looking specimens here. The muscle on these guys is truly impressive. 

"Are you also here for the fighting?", I ask the others.

"Don't talk kid. I won't spare you just because you're a child. I also have a child and I need to go home.", the big guy said. I tilted my head at his answer. I wasn't interested in that though.

"I wasn't going to ask you to spare me though. But I appreciate the fact that you normally would spare me. You know I'm not sure what you believe might happen if you win, but I can guarantee you that you won't be let free.", I tell him with a small smile.

"And what would a small brat like you even know? I was promised freedom if I won this fight."

"There is no going home from this. At least not by getting freed by the astronauts. You see we are being used for their entertainment. It would be better if we take away what they want most.", I tell them.

"... And what is that?", an older man asks me. It seems like there are some willing to listen to me. Although I wasn't planning on doing this, it is better this way.

"We just don't fight."

"What?!" "Hm?"

"You can't be serious."

"But I am. What are they going to do if we just don't fight?", I ask them.

"Kill us obviously."

"And what happens if we fight?"

"Well ..."

"All but one dies as well.", a younger woman says finally.

"Correct. Are you happy with your current life, my friend?", I ask the big man from before.

"No, of course not."

"Well me neither. I would rather die than have them tell me to do anything I don't want. And death is much better than this place, I tell you."

"You're right."

"So we really shouldn't fight?"

...

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That was quite the scene when the slaves were finally allowed to get in and instead of fighting each other to the death, they just sat on the ground and played a game as if they were the best of friends. I managed to convince the others from different astronauts as well. It was quite funny for a while. Well until the Cipher Pol started killing everyone. 

But something happened that I'll never forget. As they were getting slaughtered, the people ... laughed. That's right, everyone began to laugh at the stupid situation and they were happy that they were now finally freed from this terrible place instead of fighting to stay in it. I was somehow able to inspire them and they were even happy after that. It was quite a heartwarming moment and some tears fell from my eyes. 

Finally, it was my turn. The Cipher Pol stands before me tall as he is with an imposing figure, radiating superiority.

"Any last words?", he asked me.

"The smell is terrible, the people ugly as can be, the entertainment sucks ass and the food is abhorrent. 1 out of 10 stars, wouldn't recommend it to anyone."

"Very well.", he says and slashes his sword at me. I can only smile at this. Who would have thought that this would be my life? And the silhouette told me not to come back so soon. Maybe I can get a second second try? But death never came that day. 

"Stop!", a booming voice said and the Cipher Pol stopped. Up in the watching area sat a thickset, elderly man with a full white moustache and beard. He possessed white dreadlocks which he wore a flat black hat over. He has a scar on the left side of his face, stretching diagonally over his eye. His outfit consists of a black suit over a dark purple tie and a white collared shirt, as well as black pants. He carries a walking cane. 

"Elder ..."

"Don't kill the boy. I am interested in him. Take him to my island. I'll see him when I get there.", the man said and then looked at me once more. I could see that he was trying to gauge me or something like that, but it was useless and then he walked away. 

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That was the start of my stay on that man's island. I found out that he was a scientist and also that he had the hypothesis, that I was a new race that they hadn't known about until now. 

"So you believe me to be a new race? And what does that help you?", I asked.

"I will find out what makes you special. Or the scientists that will stay here, will do that. I don't have the time after all. I hope you enjoy your stay here, boy. Make sure to give us good results, otherwise, you will be useless, won't you ...", he said and then walked away. That was the last time I saw him for 5 years. 

It was a very unhappy time for me. I was taken to a prison cell with a cold floor where I had to spend my time, between the experimentation. What did that mean? Well, I was first thrown into that prison cell for a few days with minimal food supplies. 

I tried to use that time well and get some training done. But the lack of food made that thought nigh impossible. After those days of waiting, I was brought to a laboratory with many different gadgets that were all meant to either inflict pain, get some samples from me or both. I was cut open without getting knocked out or anything like that. They took samples from all of my organs, while I was conscious!!! 

It was painful but my will didn't allow me to scream or even so much as whimper. I pushed through and surpassed my limits for pain tolerance. Over that time, I was visited by a weird man carrying a sabre. He had the weirdest hairstyle I had ever seen. I mean he looked like a pencil with long, light-coloured hair that was styled in an extremely tall, forward-bent spike on top.

That was quite an arrogant young man I tell you. He tried to 'break' me by forcing me to fight him. But I didn't amuse him in the slightest. He stabbed me, cut me, punched me and more, but I didn't fight him. It was pointless. He would get his fun, but I'd get nothing. After that, I could tell that he hated me with passion. My refusal to bend to the World Government's will was my greatest sin, in his opinion. 

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Well, that was what happened for five years. Today things are different. I am supposed to be transferred to another island. The fact that my DNA turned out to be useless to them made them angry and frustrated. No matter what they tried, I didn't give them anything. So it was decided that I'd be transferred to another island. I'm not sure why but I feel like it is time for me to leave now. I'm 7 years old now and it's time for a change.