Children of Ragnarok

"Second Peter 2:4"

"T-This is really happening isn't it" I heard a rather shaky voice say as I slowly regained consciousness it sounded like a young male's voice, I didn't know the voice but his Boston accent was unmistakably  "Will you shut up already baby man, you've been talking since they threw you in here" I slowly opened my eyes hearing another person's voice reply to this "baby man" their voice was rough, like sandpaper covered in spikes when I fully opened my eyes I saw the two men sitting side by side on a small bench kept up by chains in the wall. they were both handcuffed with some heavy metal collars on their necks they both wore matching orange jumpsuits I swallowed hard feeling a similar restrain on my neck making that process more painful then it should of been.  "Look she's awake talk to her now or better yet shut up" the older man said putting his back against the wall.  It was at the moment I realized we were moving "where...are we?" I asked my voice sounded raspy, how long was I asleep? I thought to myself. Before I could question things further the younger male spoke up "well to start good morning, My names James James Finewood" he didn't sound like he was on the verge of pissing himself anymore quite the opposite he was rather charismatic  but this was definitely are residential "baby man". He was rather skinny only seemed to be about 5'4 his blonde hair was styled into a comb over his emerald eyes looked me over from what I could tell he couldn't be any older than his early 20s, decently cute wait what before I could ask where that thought came from he continued "this brute here is Victor" he pointed to the gentlemen at his side and my eyes followed. victor was definitely....something he towered over James he appeared to be at least 6'5 tall with muscle mass to match he had a rather large scar going across his well rather large neck his hair was spiky and visible graying he seemed to be in his 50s he looked down at me with his amber eyes "please miss Valentine don't give him more reasons to speak" he asked clear annoyance aimed at James in his voice, He definitely looked the part of a barbarian from a forgotten age but his voice was rather kind and he seemed to have his manners about him Valentine why did he call me that? is that my name? Once again James interrupted my thoughts "you know Victor you should ease off take a look at Red over there she's been enjoying my stories this whole trip, right Red?" James spat back at the man motioning to the left of me I pushed myself up off the bench I had apparently passed out on looking over to see this "Red" I was rather surprised to see it was another girl she was a bit taller than me possibly  5'7 , she was a fair skinned woman with an hour glass figure, her crimson hair stood out against her skin it was short and messy with the only hint of an attempt of it being styled was how one of her bangs covered her right eye.

She wore the same jumpsuit as the other two  along with a bored expression on her face which spoke  "more like enduring them, if I wasn't cuffed and collared I'd of ripped your jaw off my now" she replied before flipping the young man off which is when I realized one of her arms was mechanical some kind of prosthetic, it seemed rather crude looking, metal lacked rust but various scratches and dents let me know it was far from mint condition "your arm?" I asked subconsciously "huh? oh yeah, amazing what you can get wired into your nervous system using underground scientist" she answered me as if that was the most normal sentence ever and all I could really do is nod.Our little band of misfits went quiet for awhile as I took a look down to confirm what I already knew, I was in the same jumpsuit clad in irons just the same. "I never did answer your question did I Valentine?" James finally broke the silence causing Victor to sign disapprovingly as the young man spoke "Well we're going to "The Manor"..... it's not as nice as it sounds." he added looking down trying to hide the look of absolute terror and realization that just appeared on his face I looked over at Red hoping she would explain and she did "it's a prison-well more like the best place humanity could think of to dump freaks like us that are seen as threats" she finished her voice didn't share the same fear as James actually she sounded as if she was boasting before I could reply Victor spoke "A special place for special prisoners Red, Lian" he said as the vehicle suddenly stopped jolting James forward onto the floor "are you alright?" I asked trying to help him up before he could reply the door to the truck opened as two guards looked  in their face covered in mask as they order us out one by one as Victor got called up he looked at me "your name its written on front of your cuffs" he said knowingly smiling at me as the guards called his name again "Victor Bowers!" the guard yelled again knocking his rifle against the truck "I'm coming!" Victor shouted back before he exited, "Clair Daniels!" That name sparked interest in me as I looked around me instinctively to see if I had missed someone when "Red" suddenly stood blowing her hair out of her eye before leaving the bus without a word "James Finewood" James took in a deep breath he saw me watching him and tried to put on a brave face but no amount of forced smiling could hide the look of dread he held before leaving the bus. I was called next "Lian Valentine" the walk from my seat to the outside word felt like years as I finally exited I heard the door slam behind me and I nearly jumped before cards pushed me into a line behind James I tried to look up as I heard a chain get open but the sun was blinding I made out small details they walking us into a rather large stone castle like building I saw tall towers which I assumed to be guard towers it wasn't until we were about to enter the courtyard did things get weird they patted us down and had us walk through a glass tube into a courtyard alone.I looked around besides the metal door locking us away away from the entrance, the yard was large with white chalk line boxes drawn on the floor separating different parts of the yard. There was what I assumed to be the gym there was lifting equipment and weights thrown about in small boxes, at the opposite end was a set of white bleachers at the opposite end of where I stood was a set of metal double doors, before I could say something the group dispersed. Some time passed Red/Clair was lifting a rather impressive looking dumbbell using her organic arm,Victor had laid down on the bleachers while James inspected the walls muttering to himself as I wandered the court yard questions flooded my mind what happened to me?why am I here? why didn't I remember my name? saying that sparked a new question what did I remember? before I could try to answer my question thought a small squad of armed guards walked in they ordered us to get in line and seeing as they all seem rather trigger happy we did, as soon as we were all in line the guards parted making a path for a man to walk forward out of the double doors. He wasn't dressed like another guard no mask no bulletproof vest just a pure white coat suit with a silver cross around his neck, he was an older man rather big but he was muscle then fat bald headed and clearly blind in one eye giving the scar going down his left eye. he coughed into his ring covered fist before speaking "Well well welcome to The Manor. " he spoke with a welcoming tone "Now I'm sure you've heard stories about are lovely facility ....because I've heard them too we plant chips inside your brains, one of the governments points of Ragnarok are here and we throw prisoners into it  if we don't like them....that there is a monster in our basement. But I am here to put your mind at rest letting you know nothing you might of heard about this place is true, because no child of ragnarok has ever come behind these walls and left alive or otherwise to tell you about what happens here." I stood between James and Clair having realized James probably only called her Red because of her hair, James was physically shaking not exactly of fear of being here but I could tell he wanted to say something but knew what would happen to him if he did Clair just rolled her eyes as he mentioned a "monster in the basement." keeping her bored expression "But let's talk facts" the man in white continued "The Manor was created a few years after Ragnarok to contain you freaks or the Children of Ragnarok whatever you prefer to be called the walls are thick enough of and resistant enough to take attacks from some of the strongest CoRs on record we know, we checked, the collars on your necks you probably already guessed they either serve one or two functions they either stop you from using whatever powers you were born with or restrict the abilities you were born with and also come equipped with a bit of incentive for you to behave "what do our heads explode if we swear" Clair said clearly mocking the man on account of his dragged out speech "...and what's your name kitten" He turned to face her laughing quietly to himself "isn't it your job to know, Clair" she answered quickly smiling to herself "that it is that it is, my name is Jason the warden, or you could just call me god" he said putting his other  hand in his coat pocket I heard static to my left before I knew what was happening Clair had fallen to hear knees groaning in pain as I reached down to help her Jason spoke again "I wouldn't do that if I were you" his words made me freeze as I heard Clair gasp for air before standing herself back up slowly "no your heads don't explode, anymore questions? no, good take them to their cells" he said motioning to the guards "another thing I know what some of you are thinking I did nothing wrong why am I here, well second peter 2:4 God didn't spare the angels when they sinned but cast them into the lowest level of the underworld and committed them to chains of darkness, keeping them there until judgment. In other words you'll rot here just like any other demon" after that he left us to follow the guards we walked pass a few empty halls before finally reaching the dining area a few flights of stairs up I noticed each cell was customized small things some had red light bulbs instead of white some and the slabs of stone that made up there beds replaced with just ragged cloth on the ground,some had no bars but instead thick glass other than that they were normal cells.  As expected with us being the newest arrivals me and Clair shared a cell while they took James and Victor to the male wing. As the night progressed I just laid on my bed starring at the ceiling I found it odd our cells were void of cameras "You think they sodomized James yet over there?" Clair asked breaking the silence "Do I what?" I sat up looking at her "yeah you're right they'll wait until the showers." She replied looking around are cell completely ignoring my response "I'm sure James is fine Victor's with him." I said to convince myself more than anything "so what's Ragnarok?" I asked trying to get my mind off the topic the only response Clair gave me was a look of disbelief, our cell remained silent for a moment before she laid down onto her bed "You honestly don't know?" she asked before continuing not giving me a chance to answer "I'm sure James would be happy to talk your ear off about it during our time in the yard, for now get some sleep." she said turning onto her side facing away from me "They'll mix genders?" I heard her yawn "if the rumors are to be believed apparently a lot of families get thrown in her so that way their allowed some kind of normal family interaction only thing separated is the showers and the cells, other than that a freak is a freak by no other name don't worry you'll be seeing your boyfriend soon enough" I could feel the smile appearing across here face as she said that. I laid back down not giving her any reaction just as I closed my eyes and started to drift off Clair spoke again "Hey you're a cute one,  try to stick close to the people you know in the yard best outcome of you getting caught by yourself you get beat up middle ground you remind him of his wife back home worst case you remind them of their wives back home if you catch my meaning" the thoughts entered my mind as I covered myself with my blanket "I get it Clair"I replied closing my eyes "I mean they'll gang rape you Lian" "GODDAMN IT GO TO BED CLAIR!" I heard her laughing at my outburst "night Lian". she said just as the lights went out I  laid there in silence for a few moments remembered the faces I saw as they walked us to our cell heavily tattooed, piercings, scars god I don't belong here...at that point Jason's words repeated themselves in my head  or do I "second  peter 2:4." I said softly to myself closing my eyes again finally drifting off.