Chapter 5: Serenity's Past
Weeks... Days... Hours..? I don't know how long I've been unconscious... I don't even know where I am. It's dark and humid here, I can't even move my head at my own will... Perhaps I'm being held prisoner by another country... Maybe... Maybe that stab wound really killed me and this is hell... Ha... To think this would be my fate... I guess it's not much worse then when I was alive...
I didn't have a family. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. The earliest memory I have was when I was four... I had been placed in a learning facility with a bunch of kids my age. These were my childhood friends in a way... I had been learning beside them since the beginning... The conditions weren't the best and we were always forced to compete against each other... But... They were just like me... They had no one in the world... The closes thing to a bond we had was each other.
The lessons ranged from everything, plants and medicine to the vital areas on a body. Everyone was expected to remember everything they learned... if not... The consequences were never light... I learned that to survive; I had to be better than everyone else. You see we had a special exam every month and if you didn't meet their expectations... Well you were eliminated infront of your peers...
Did anyone ever retaliate against the system..? Of course they did... They were shot and killed in cold blood. That place was brutal and our opinions were unimportant...
When I turned seven the only people remaining from my previous class were ten members... Only ten out out of 200 survived... Competition still continued after leaving the small division. This time it was in groups... Everyone was placed in a five member squad that would perform challenges together. If someone screwed up, well the whole team was punished... The weak links of each squad were usally bullied immensely. The team members weren't the same age or at the same experience level. This gave many teams advantage and others disadvantages. Many teams would even kill off weaker team members when the chance arises. They didn't want to be dragged down...
I was the weak link in my squadron... I had aced all the memory base classes but this was completely different... These people were out for blood, you could feel the pressure as they walked around. One wrong move and you would be dead.
I noticed some new member who joined tried to stand out... That wasn't appreciated by the veteran members... When placed in a squad there was a social hierarchy the leader and the followers. The stronger you are the more you're worth. These new members were biting off more then they could chew going against the veteran members. The veterans... you could smell the blood on their hands.
I couldn't be afraid because fear was showing weaknes... My life has always been at risk from my very first breath. I couldn't show them how strong I was because I wasn't stronger then them. Should a fight ever happen my only hope would be to go for a sudden kill move. This is why I had to cope with being the weak link and the constant abuse...
I was a survivor and this was but a small ant hill in the mountain of obstacles I had to overcome. I didnt have time for kindness or mercy. I only had one way to move and that was forward... What was my goal in all of this? freedom? No... I wanted to destroy this god forsaken place!!! I wanted to rip it apart, and to do this I couldn't do it alone. I had to wait years to even have the chance! Time passed and I knew I had the ability to escape but that's not what I wanted. I wanted something like this facility to be purged from the planet completely! This resolve is what caused my death...
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