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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.

PenguinsAreCool · 都市
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New Weapon!

A/N- I'm back for anyone who even cares but I don't know how much I'll update. Give me motivation!

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It has been 5 years since I have been in this place. I stayed in the same place the whole time and Claire didn't leave either. I kept teaching her what I know during these times, and she has gotten better with the knife and instead of one knife, she uses two.

My weapons vary. Sometimes I pick a knife. Sometimes I pick a sword or a spear what whatever weapon.

I have killed so many people that it doesn't even affect me anymore. It's like meeting an ant on the ground. You step on it and then you just don't really care.

I have never saw Hein again during these 5 years and I'm quite sure he is dead. The battles don't get easier. Sometimes you get the easy opponents who just likely got kidnapped and got sent here.

However, like me, there were people who last just as long as me and they are experienced. They have about the same kill count as me but of course that doesn't stop me from killing them.

I have also come to known something troubling about Claire. She is getting too close. I have repeatedly reminded her that she should not get close.

I am now 13 years old, and I have a mildly lean build with compact muscles. My hair has grown and is now to my neck. I have also grown taller of course and I wasn't malnourished like when I was younger since I stole food from the other people. I have also matured quite a bit.

I have gotten cut many times and have been in near death situations but after I won the battle, my fatal injuries are treated with some doctors in this place.

The mild cuts on my body, I treated them myself with some of my rewards I asked for. With years of doing this, I have gotten quite used to patching myself up.

I have a couple scars on my body and one on my left hand trying to grab the sharp edge of the blade to make my opponent open up so I could kill them.

It worked but nearly took my hand along with it. My mask has never changed except with a few bloodstains on it that I failed to wash. I am now more fluid with my movements, and I don't hesitate to strike when I have the chance.

I am now in the lunch, and it is nighttime. I was talking to Claire alone since the other people are too afraid of me and Claire since a few years ago, a person tried to take our food and of course we said no but that guy kept pestering and also said to give him Claire as a servant since she should be glad to be his servant.

Of course, we beat him up, but the guy made some alliances from the newbies that came to our place, and they all attacked us.

So, guess what we did?

We beat them up, but we might have "accidently" killed a couple people too.

No punishments from the guard since what happens in the lunchroom stays in the lunchroom.

I went off topic, anyways. Claire and I were talking.

"Did you do anything exciting today, Cain?" Claire said enthusiastically.

I sigh, "You ask me this every day. Today was the same as yesterday as it will be for the time we are in here."

"I'm just asking you since I want to make your life better." Claire pouted.

I scoff, "Better? Whatever. Listen to me, you are getting too close."

Claire heard me and moved back a little. "Is this fine?"

I look at her for a few seconds and she seemed to blush from me staring to long. "That is not what I meant. You are getting to attached to me. I already said that we shouldn't get attach to each other because of the environment we live in.

Claire looked at me sadly while giving me a slight smile "You took care of me for years. You taught me how to fight. How to survive since before you came here, I would have probably died just after a couple months since I had too much of a passive personality."

She continued. "You gave me life." She looked at me with gentle eyes. "I'm sure you know what I'm talking about Cain. With the new people coming here we have learned many things about the outside world. As well as feelings and other things."

"Even though you have never shown me your real face. Even though you have never shown me your true feelings I know you care about me." She finished what she wanted to say.

I look at her for a few seconds and then sigh since she is right. I would be lying if I said I didn't have any attachment to her since we have been together for a little over 5 years.

I do know many things since I talk with the people who just came here. I found out that even more kids are getting taken. The kids I have seen hear are age from 7 to age 16.

"Lunch is over. Go back to your cells." We heard a soldier call to us, and we began moving out back to our comfy cells.

"Cain, why don't you tell me about yourself." Claire said to me.

"It's simple. Because if we ever go against each other, I will have to kill you" I replied in a bit of a sad tone.

"That is a big if!" Claire shouted back at me.

"I don't care. Go back to your cell, we will talk in the morning."

I walk away and start go back to my cell. I see my cell and it looks different from last time I descried it.

Same size but now has a mattress along with a blanket and a pillow. I have my workout equipment in a corner while I use the bed I previously had and use the steps to train and the bed itself...Ehm no one really cares.

I have my box full of name tags near my mattress. I have a weapon stack with many weapons in them such as sword, spear, stick, axe, shield, sickle along with others. I have a wall that has many cut marks on them.

I walk over to my weapon stack and pick out two weapons. I have used all weapons at least once but there is two that I favor.

Spear and Sickle.

I put the weapons on the ground and look at them for a few minutes. I put the spear back and take out the stick. I break the handle of the sickle and I take tape from my medical supplies.

Good and strong tape. I connect the sickle to the top of my stick and look at it. I pick up what I have created and started practicing using it.

I can't use it as a spear nor a sickle. It is an entirely different weapon. The long handle with the short and thin half crescent sharp point at the top.

I like it but of course there is a few things I must change. I start to get to work on my new weapon and I also have rewards that I have yet to claim.

A weapon that would be in the legends as one of the most famous weapons off all time as also one of the most dangerous.

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