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I'm Going To Hell Aren't I?

What happens when a 7-year-old kid gets kidnapped for what people call "entertainment"? What will happen to a kid that is sent to a place where it is either kill or be killed along with other kids? --12 years passed-- "Hey, did you hear about that new game coming out?" "Yeah, what is it called again?" "Find Fate Online" ------------------------------- This is not real so please do not put logic nor other logical stuff in this story -------------------------------- While this is an unrealistic story, I try to at least have a modicum of realism in there. --------------------------------- This is a harem but It's not a large harem. It is 2-5 girls in the harem. I have no idea since I don't even know where the story is going to go. I try to develop the girls, so they are not braindead with no personality women. --------------------------------- I try to update but if I don't then whatever.

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Mask!

When I wasn't chosen, I was surprised however I knew that I wouldn't get chosen every time. I worked out and time passed. A month passed and I have killed 3 more times. I didn't get what people what usually get and become emotionless with a dead heart.

Dead heart maybe. However emotionless? No.

I was normal. To other people.

Inside, my heart is dying. My empathy is dying, my kindness is dying. Everything special my mother gave me is being erased. I trained more. But a special day came.

It was lunch time and i saw some people get into a fight. I didn't get involved. Everyone is on their own. I saw the person the kid was fighting against, and I can see it is an older kid. Older than any of us here. I saw him fight and he looked very good. Martial arts?

I watch until the older guy beat up the smaller kid and sat up from my seat and walked over to him.

"Huh another kid wants to fight?" The older boy said to me. There are no guards in the lunch area since they believed whatever happened in here is just up to us and gives us the freedom to do whatever

"No, I want you to help me." I know. I know that I said everyone is on their own here, but I could care less about what I say in my own thought. It's not like anybody is reading what I'm saying anyways.

"Help you? With what?"

"I want to learn to fight like you." I need to survive in this placed. I know that he probably would say no. No there is a good chance he would definitely say no, but I need the chance.

"Hmm, you know if I teach you, what if we happened to be against each other? Would you go easy on me, or do you think I would not kill you just because you are a kid and I taught you fighting and why would I teach you something that could be used against me?"

"Yes"

"Yes?"

"I will definitely kill you if we meet out there." I said with a smile as if I just said something kind.

"Heh, what a scary kid. But yes, I will teach you."

"Huh?" I said in a surprised voice.

"I will teach you but there is a reason." The older kid said in a serious voice

"Why?" I ask

"Because I want to HAHAHA. I am type of person who will do anything I want. If some other kid asks me, I also would have said yes. You are lucky you are the first person because I don't feel like teaching anyone else." The older kid replied in a cheerful tone.

"What! WHY?? TEACH ME TOO!" A random extra added.

"Yeah, me too!" Another extra added.

The older boy ignored them and spoke "Call me Hein. I will be your teacher from today."

It's not like Hein could stop the other kids from watching since Hein could only teach me during lunch.

During the lunch time Hein taught me fighting and explained the thing I was doing wrong. While my eye was still healing I could more or less do the same as I used to with my right eye except, I don't have more vision on my right side.

The footwork. Control, reflex, speed, strength, among other things too. He kept hitting me and getting me used to pain. Face, abdomen, shoulder, everywhere except that one private place. The other kids watched us and tried to copy us, but it is different than watching and then experiencing it personally.

The afternoon lunch came, and Hein began teaching me again. I ask him where he learned his stuff and he said his father is a martial arts fanatic and has always taught Hein martial arts. I also ask him his real age and he said he was 16 years old.

A week passed and the "Pigpen Culling" started. I have killed 5 people and now I'm going to try and kill another.

As I saw my opponent started running and started to use my opponent as a real-life practice target. I used my martial arts to fight and began to punch him right in the stomach. He coughed and I punch him in the face. He fell down and I started to pummel him with all my strength.

I punch him until he passed out. I grab the knife that he was holding before and stabbed him right in the heart giving him a quick death while he was knocked out. A benefit not everyone get sin this place.

I grabbed his tag and saw his name.

Gabe

I sigh and walk out of the pigpen. I go to my cell and doing my routine. Cry, workout, sleep. Then with my lunch routine is just getting taught and beaten up. Then after that I do my cell routine. Cry, workout, sleep. Then lunch again. Taught and beaten up.

Going over my problems that I have. Control, speed, reflex, strength, getting used to pain. Knowing how to make fast decisions. The week culling came again, and I killed my opponent, again. After that I was doing my cell routine. The soldier came up to my cell and said to me, "The bosses liked your performances. They will allow you to get something that you want."

I wanted to say I want to leave. I wanted to say I want to go home but he stopped me by saying, "You cannot say that you want to escape to go home or anything like that."

Of course, they wouldn't let me do that. I can ask for better food, but I rather do something better for future purposes. It might be a dumb choice to others, but I decide what I want to have.

"Give me a mask. A mask that covers my entire faced but something I'm still able to see through. "The soldier was a bit shocked by my choice. "You don't want any food, or better living conditions?" "Can you get me that?" I didn't decide to humor is question and ask my question.

"I don't know. I'll relay this request to the boss." He started to walk away but I made one last request. "Can you get me something else please?"

The soldier stopped and said, "The boss only said one thing."

"Come on. You can't give one of your favorite entertainment people a treat?" I ask him. "What do you want? I will relay your other request to the boss depending on what it is." The soldier replied.

"Thank you, then bring me a box."

"A box?" the soldier ask.

"For the name tags I pick of the dead bodies of the people I kill."

".... I will tell the boss."

"Oh, can I ask for one more thing?" "Don't push your luck dog" The soldier growled at me. Who was the dog here?

"Well, it's a little request. I hope you can accept it?"

The soldier didn't say anything but I took that as he was listening.

"I want workout equipment. It should be that hard. Everybody gets their own reward and even though I'm asking for 3 rewards, I believe that in the future it would be worth it since you guys would get more entertainment."