• Challenges •

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They sometimes leave you in here for days, those days turn to weeks, and then probably into months. Usually in the dark, to never know how time was spent.

I followed the soldiers that gripped to my sister, she had marks already. I glanced to the chains that lied on our wrists, similar to cuffs. Or just thicker. "Why are we in here?" The frail female asked, her hair blocking her eyes. With every step down, her hair fell forward. Covering her sickened face with thin black strands.

I blinked and hoped for my sister to survive. Until I realized what the wheel could land on. I let out a retch like noise. "You might suffer too, if you keep that up!" A stern voice shouted at me without looking back. I rolled my head up, and looked left and right. Each getting darker than before.

Unless we get to a stopping point. Which is rare, and never happens. Finally, after so many steps we reach the bone chilling concrete flooring. My heels almost frozen ice to the floor. I shrug it off and follow the Soldiers that held my sister.

They each throw the two to the ground. Reaching the end of the room, and their skin getting scratches already. My eyes gazed to the bleeding of my sister's thighs and elbows. She shook her head side to side. I felt boiling somewhere. Somewhere deep inside. But, I couldn't move, couldn't operate. It was pain, but not physically.

The soldiers gripped to the wheel, and spun it. The rapid strength of two, made the wheel almost fall. It spun hastily, and I put my complete focus on the one I'd hope it'd be. Starve. It seemed the calmest out of all of the punishments. The male beside me shivered, and was stuck in place. His gritted teeth, and his gaze landed on the center of the wheel.

Eventually, the wheel was slowing. And slowing. And gently pausing. Until, it finally stopped. The pressure got to me and I almost spoke out of turn. Out of place. The rusted highlight of the wheel, revealed the punishment.

Dammit! Fucking Dammit! My heart practically stopped beating. My lungs stopped moving. I was shocked, but at a higher level. I read the words, and I couldn't believe it. Slaughter. It was a lot of willpower to not have an outburst. The male beside me already had tears streaming down his dirtied face.

I looked at the wheel once more. To hope this wasn't true. "What does it say?" She asked, "why are you crying?" The two asked in sync. I held back my tears, and made sure weakness wasn't visible. "Get it over with." I spoke breathlessly. "You know what this is already don't you?" The male asked me, and I slowly nodded.

My face neutral, my emotions unstable, and my hands scarred. I was handed a cleaver, and a machete. The soldier looked at me, 'pick one' was written on his face. I gripped to the cleaver, no sadness appeared in my veins. I gulped it all down, and blinked. I was back, and I wasn't myself.

I was about to rid of my world. My life. My reason for existing. "Take your time," one of the soldiers spoke in a tone of disgust. I scratched my nose, I'm stronger than them. I can do this without fail. "Please don't do what your about to do!" A voice of fear huffed. The girl with no face shouted furthermore. "YOU WOULDN'T!....WOULD YOU?!" Anger pooled her face. Coating it in such a red heat, that her face wasn't pale anymore.

I gripped to the handle, and took my steps forward. My sister looking down, and she lifted her head slowly. In the soft motion, I could see golden like tears, pour down her fragile pale face. Her blue eyes glossed, and I could see myself in them. I was a monster. I lifted the cleaver, and my head. I faked a look to not cry in front of her. I won't cry in front of her last breath.

The cleaver shifting in the air, rang in my eardrum. I pulled back slightly, and pressed the cleaver low. The pressure overweighing me lower, and the clean cut appeared on her arms. Tears escaped faster, and I held my own back. I lifted once more, and decided to hurry this up.

Another slight lift, and a harsher press into her torso. Cut her lower stomach, and I got angered. I aimed for her neck, and a tear escaped my left eye. I made sure she looked down. Blood seeping through her rags. I pressed further and pushed inward. The clean cut of her neck entirely visible. The cleaver stuck in her nerve.

So much blood leaving her lifeless body. Pooling beneath her sitting torso. I felt horrid, and unpure. The feeling eating at my gut, and sadness wavered within me. I heard wailing beside my left, and it was him. The girl was deeply unconscious with three wounds on her visible stomach. "I'm (not) sorry." I dropped the cleaver, a clank left the blade.

I didn't let the tears out. Instead I kneeled, and held my head low. Ashamed of what had just took place. I whipped my head to the right, and looked at the male. Stared at his wrist, and unsettlement endured inside me.
His number was short, and he didn't have a six. Instead there was a zero.

"Quit whining! Or you'll endure it as well. One spin and it'll get you!" A shout echoed in the darkness. "DO IT THEN!" The male shouted so full of certainty. I felt nothing at this current moment. So it didn't matter, what happened to me.
"Fucking cowards! DO IT!" I hollered, and I didn't even feel like myself anymore.

• Tired person •

The figure that matched '066,' was impure. This creature was inhuman, and they have scars to prove it. They were a monster once, but they forgot all about it. They were almost emotionless, but their "sister" kept them sane. Now that she is gone, no one can control the beast inside.

" I loved you, more than anything that ever existed in this reality. "

" I'm sorry "

'066' looked down and stood up. They held a glare and turned to the male. He had hurt himself on his bony wrists. '066' felt at peace for a moment. He had scars, but that didn't matter now. The obnoxious spin of the wheel, interrupted any known thought the two had. It spun. And it spun. Continuously. Until, it froze and it landed on Suicidal.

The two shared a look, and were given a dagger. To take their own lives, they linked arms. And prepared to die. Tears escaped the male's emerald orbs, and his teeth never unclenched. '066' wore a smirk, and stuck out their tounge. They had planned to die, but all that happened is the two bodies fell.

A cycle continued, reincarnation.

" I'm sorry "