After the harsh bath, I wouldn't call it a bath but do they care of course not!

We were made to stand in line stack naked, as if bathing all in wasn't enough.

They have us clothes to were seems like they would throw out the one we wore to this underground or something.

When the clothes has been shared respectively, I put in my own shirt real quick and shorts as to not miss anything that would happen with a cloth over my head or with a short stuck to my knee.

Scar man suddenly tapped his hands together gaining everybody's attention at once as most stopped what they were doing while some just slowly pulled there clothes on.

Still mute since I was taken out of the hall, I stared at the man just like everyone else, waiting for the next call of action.

No body wants to die just because they didn't listen carefully to what he is to say.

He lifted his hands up as he saw that all eyes were on him, “ Like I said after your bath you'd be called out and assigned to a section, pointed out actually because we don't have the data of all right now but we would with time.”

Looking around to make sure his message has been passed as not a single pin drop was heard, he smiled.

“Seems like you all are starting to learn the pattern here, that's very good, Now stand in two's!”

Murmur poured into Hall immediately as people started arranging themselves most moved to the left while some moved to the right in a singular straight line.

Fixing myself where there was majority of people I held onto my clothes as the anxiety of this whole day started crashing on me.

Lost both parents in a day, practically kidnapped and dragged to God knows where in broad daylight and police couldn't do shit, now I'm stuck with in a life and death situation.

Feeling my eyes sting with the unshade tears, I straightened and looked forward, I pray I'm selected into a good place I don't think I can survive any more torture.

Scar looked satisfied as he looked across the hall and saw that we did exactly as asked when he was satisfied enough he suddenly brought up his pointy finger at a young naive looking boy who was obviously scared to his wit's as I could see the way his fabric was shaking just cause the scar man pointed at him.

This is pure torture and so against the law of man.

“Come closer boy!”

The man shakily walked closer to scar man and stood with his head down obviously scared to death.

Scar man did a once over at the boy and shoved him to the side, being cut off guard by the push the boy stumbled on his foot and fell with his knees to the ground.

I heard him hiss out in pain but of course he had to swallow it in as he slowly got up and stood where he has been shoved to.

“Stand there for now” with that the scare man keep pointing and assigning is of where to stay.

He divided the sections into four haven't said what each section was for but when his finger suddenly landed on me with that dark roaming eyes of his, my stomach fell.

I felt like the ground should open and swallow me as he gestured for me to move to the naives boy group.

God it better not be the errand group, I hate house chores or anything that deals with cleaning.

When the line already finished and everybody was fixed to a place the scar man looked around pleased with his work.

He walked to the middle and faced is all, “Now it's time for the formal introduction I presume, My name is Kutnetsov, no body better than me if you want to ask for aid or anything here, Come to me.”

Raising his voice a little he continued, “ I am one of the instructor softest if not so I'm giving you the privilege of asking for aid when needed, people here are brutal and nobody bloody cares about your dead mom or stupid dead dad, here you speak for yourself.”

“You fight for what belongs to you, but you have to follow rules if you don't want to end up like Mr. Wanna be earlier.”

With that being said my mind went back to the man who got shot at the shower.

Mr. Scar, well I don't bloody care what his name is but with the scar on his face that's the name I am giving to him.

Clearing his rough throat as he has been talking since we came here, I didn't even see him drink some water or something, he has just been given orders Non stop.

“Here the categories are divided into four, The base, The worker, The watcher, The crafter's.”

Looking around to make sure we got the concept he went on, “ The base fights and goes to seize territories for us just like we did today, cool isn't it?”

Most nodded while some just kept stiff neck like me waiting for the speech to be done.

“The workers, they do the chores here, get paid quite much, if not too much but it's comfortable.”

“The watchers, check the internet browser and tell us what's up, they are our eyes and almost everything after the base, the base are the main worker here though.”

“And lastly the crafter's, they create the weapon we use, though it's illegal but we make our shit, that's why we are undefeated.”

Pursing he suddenly asked a stupid question which nobody bothered mobe a muscle for, Nobody wants a bullet through their skull.

“Any questions?”

The hall was silent as eyes just stared at him, the nerve to ask whether there was question after what we went through today was just plain inhuman.

Noticing that no one wanted to talk, he nodded and looked at the four groups.

Pointing his finger at the one beside us he said, “ This is the crafter's.”

Pointing to the left side where the crying girl was at, her eyes now looked tired and weak as she just looked up meeting my gaze I looked elsewhere, not my fault she's scared.

“Here are the Workers.”

Pointing to the right sides people he looked at them a little too much before he said, “ These are the Watcher's.”

Then he stared at our group narrowing his eyes as he stared at all of us then his gaze landed at me and a smirk made its way to his lips as they raised up to talk.

I gulped already knowing the words that would leave his lips.

“These are the base, Our new generation Warriors!”

Shutting my eyes the only words I could say even in a time line this was, “I’m So Fucked?!”

Not long after he called the base, a young man entered the room causing all eyes to turn to him but he didn't even act like we all existed just walked straight to where the scar man was.

In a whisper quiet audible, I heard him say, “Sir the place they would stay are ready, you could give a few sectors to me so I could take them to settle down.”

The scar man didn't answer him just peered at us before he looked back to the young scholars and said, “You take the first three, I'm taking the base to there territory, make sure to report to the guards, if any body defiles your order, don't hesitate to shoot dead, we don't want any mistakes.”

The boy nodded and stood akimbo like he was waiting for some orders while we just stood like robots waiting for the next call of action.

Already embarrassed with the day and with all the surprises, I don't think anybody would look surprised if they decide to shoot us all because they feel like it.

Scar man rubbed his forehead and looked around the room like he was in a thought but shook his head, standing up straight he decided to talk.

Pointing to the young lad beside him we all followed his hands movement like we were being controlled.

Which of course we were.

“This young lad here, would take the test of you to where you would reside for the rest of the day, while I take the base!”

Seeing that we were paying attention he continued, “Have enough rest by tomorrow, you would all be told the basics here and the rules, so you don't go around crying and disturbing other inmates at night, Boy?”

The young fellow looked up to him immediately he was summoned in a straight posture.

“Take them and make sure they are settled down” Facing us he snapped his finger.

“If you know you're not of the base move along, Now!”

I heard feet scraping as every other person that wasn't the base starting following the boys out.

They were about fifteen of them all cleared out, we the base aren't much too, just six people.

Who were also looking… well I don't have a word for the emotion they all feel but terrified would do.

As they door went shut!

Scar man turned to us with a grin, looking at us one after the other like he had won something special.

His dark gaze finally landed on me and I straightened up my back like it was a Normal thing to do.

But what the fuck do you do when you have someone who could practically murder you for breathing wrong?

Still staring at me like he picked an interest on me or he knew me from somewhere, he suddenly asked, “What's your name, girl?”

Keeping a stiff face I answered, “Lucy”

He titled his head aside like he was thinking about something but suddenly shook his head again, “You've for fire in that eyes of your’s and I like it, Are you one of the maids?”

I shook my head not uttering another word.

He hummed seeming not satisfied with my question he went again, “So what are you then?”

Biting the sides of my cheeks to stop myself from cussing the fuck out of the oblivious fool that was among those that murdered my parents, I opened my mouth to talk but a voice spoke way too soon and stopped me.

“She's our Masters daughter” the voice sounded fragile to the ear but even a dead person couldn't deny the irritation that came with the way the person answered.

Not wanting to know who it was, I stood just like I did.

Scar man just stared at me, “ Well that's quite unfortunate for a girl your age to lose her parents at such blossom age but life goes on.”

Breathing out he turned to the others, asking of there names and work they did for my dad while I just couldn't move my muscle.

I heard a clap and turned my face to see Mr. Scar making sure we were listening.

“The rules of this place are quite tough for the base but you'd survive if only you're strong enough to fight your way up, we don't care about gender her, who ever wants to get the attention of Master”

Hearing that name made my ears perk up and the hatred I had for him made my body to start shaking as I clutched the short I was wearing waiting for scar man to finish his statement.

“Who ever wants to get the attention of Master must have to fight there way up!, To be worthy enough to see his face, you have to spill blood, so what do you say I show you off to your base, Hmm”

Some nodded while most didn't, my legs just Started moving as the door was opened by scar man and I just followed suite not having control of my body.

I was possessed with one thing that was forbidden for man to get grown into them, Vengeance.