Capítulo 3: Chapter 3: To Move On

It didn't take too many months to get used to the killing. Though at first I could barely walk after doing so. But because most of it was done by my hand now and not done by what I dubbed "Fear" I have gotten used to the killing.

I hate to do it still. Each and every time I would just fight until I collapsed, wake up and repeat. It was a viscous and bloody cycle. Made worse by the fact that I have gotten so efficient. With my knowledge of basic anatomy and the experience of months I had no competition at this point. So I was forced to slaughter children or be killed my self.

At least I have been able to make the death painless the last few times. I hated seeing the fear on thier faces. The pure terror of knowing you were going to die.

At least they might stop the "Playground" now that I have murderd all the entertainment from it. Not actually seeing blood seems to have killed most of the interest from the audience. And if I'm luck after I leave today there will be no more "Playground" for the children here.

I was leaving for a different arena this time, but I wasn't planning on actually following them though. As they would be transporting me I planned to escape. And if I'm lucky leave whatever ring of hell I'm in to another, so they can't follow me.

My hope was to make it to either the Pride or Gluttony rings. The Greed ring might be an option as well. Wrath now that I think of it might actually be the best option out the bunch. I wouldn't mind a farm life after all I've been through.

No I couldn't think that way. I would just end up as a cog in Hell's machine. I had to get stronger. Just so I wouldn't be forced to make choices I didn't want to anymore.

That was my new goal I made these past months. To become the strongest. I hate every moment I'm forced to be in this place called Hell. So I'm going to change it somehow. Not entirely sure how to do that yet but I would get there. Maybe I might get to figure out who brought me here in the first place?

For now though it was time to go. My body now covered in tone fur covered muscle rippled in anticipation. Not long from now I would escape. My plan wasn't very though out but it should work.

I planned to go along with them until we made it to the Ring Transport. A place I had overheard the "Caretakers" talking about being a hassle. This was due to how they checked everything out in the open. This was perfect for me though. It would be my chance to escape.

Thankfully I have been considered low risk by the staff, due to how I always follow what they asked. I did so more out of knowing how electrocution wold feel rather than actually wanting to listen to be honest. But it's another thing going in my favor for this escape.

Now that I have the cuffs and steel muzzle I'm a little less sure of my escape. But it won't stop me from trying.

I'm then escorted out to a van outside for the first time. And all I could say is that it was very orange. But that told me exactly where I was. I was in the Gluttony ring. That meant I would be heading to either Wrath or Greed rings next. I would prefer Wrath but Greed wasn't a bad place to hide.

For now though I had to try and break my cuffs. Something that was surprisingly easy to do. I either got ridiculously stron or more likely they skimped out on the cuffs. I'm going to assume the latter. Works for me though.

The ride was relatively smooth from then on. I could hear other cars around us driving and sometimes hear car horn blaring. Though by how often we come to rapid stops I don't think Driver's in hell are "very good".

Not very long later we finally stop. I then hear the truck door opens and close. My ears then twitch when I hear sounds of other voices. The feeling reminding me I'm not human anymore.

But that doesn't matter right now, I need to escape. So I get down on all fours, as the back of the shipping truck slowly opens. When I see the top of a helmeted imp I pounce. I jump right on top of them.

Next thing they know I'm already running away. Right where I see other imps and other species heading. Not sure it's the right direction but hey it should be fine.

"Get Him!" I hear behind me.

So I sprint faster this time feeling the burn in my legs and arms. And also not being used to running on all fours I don't realize when I need to stop and ram into someone. That being totally fine with me as they are shoved out of the pentagram teleport zone.

I turn around to see the fat pug "Caretaker" stumbling thier way over to me with a tazer in hand. I cheekily wave goodbye as the symbol underneath me lights up. Next thing I know I'm gone from that place.

Now As soon as I'm gone I start running again, this time on two legs. I'm not staying around to see how long it takes them to teleport here as well.

An hour later I finally stoped running. If they follow me for that long, I don't think I could ever escape them. For now though I need to take a look at my surroundings.

The sky is green first of all. That means I'm in Greed, not really where I wanted to go but it is what it is. The building are all decrepid and smell of alcohol. Some have another strange scent I can't identify. And off in the distance I hear gunfire. It was probably what New York was like in the 60's.

I try scratching my face only to encounter the steel muzzle. I need to figure out how to take it off. Because with it on I can't speak or more importantly eat.

At first I tried to pry it off. Only to fail and make my neck hurt. Then I tried to pick the lock with my nails, only to realize it's too big. I could feel where everything connected, it was right around the place where my jaw connected to my skull.

My best bet to removing it then is to get someone else to take it off. But how? They don't have a key. Maybe they could pry it off? Well first I have to find someone.

It didn't take long for me to find a Shark man being a bouncer for some club. He was big and buff. Maybe he could pry it off. So I went over to him.

"Not for kids" the big man let out with a huff.

I didn't really care about getting into the back alley club so I ignored the comment and pointed to my muzzle lock.

Not seeming to get the memo I pointed to him and the motioned to the prying of the muzzle off. Looking like he finally got it he walked over, and punched me square in the jaw.

"Fuck!" I screamed out I'm pain as the muzzle was bashed into my skull. Thankfully it came off. But that wasn't the end. The shark man then punched the other side of my face before I could recover.

Next thing I knew I was on the ground getting pummeled. Fist shot was to the side, next hit head again. And that combo repeated until I felt brushed all over.

"Antonio! Quit it, and get back to your job!

Thankfully that stopped the shark man from continuing this one sided beat down. It didn't take long for me to scramble away after that. I then got lucky and found an abandoned building to rest in.

My day had been long hard and I had enough. I entered in what looked like an abandoned library. It was in a state of massive disrepair, even compared to the other buildings.

That didn't matter to me right now. All I cared about was getting some needed rest. I found a strangely intact chair. It was cushioned and everything. I didn't hesitate and sat down. In a matter of moments I was asleep.