Post by Eon Night on Apr 11, 2020 20:34:51 GMT -6
Siberia
Some days ago
The skin cutting wind could tear anyone to icy shreds. A car drove slowly through the snowy streets of the god forsaken place. It drove near a huge camp of sorts, where a building stood as a symbol of silent isolation. The building was high and surrounded by even higher walls. The car stopped in front of the huge iron doors. A figure came out of the car as the doors slowly opened to let that same figure in
Siberian Prison
“ So, you think he is worth the trouble?”
“ Yes sir. I don't think so. I am sure of it”
It was a cold and uncomfortable place to be. Nothing more than a prison actually but in here there was a difference. If you paid attention you would see people that were not dressed as prisoners coming and going. They were actually dressed in more than normal clothes. Their clothes were expensive and their manners highly educated.
They were here for the fights. Yes. The fights.
In this place the Russian elite and not only Russian elite, came to see prisoners coming out of every eastern European prison to fight for the blood lust of the voyeurs. The fighters had their own advantages by fighting in here. Lets just say that their existence was an easier one if they decided to fight. As for the spectators, besides the thrill of the fight, they earned huge amounts of cash by betting for a fighter..
“ So. What has he done, to be here?”
“ He lost his calm, after coming home from work only to find his wife cheating on him with another man. He broke the mans arms and legs. It was the first and last time he lost it, yet it was more than enough. The victim was the son of a highly regarded person in the circle of the powerful and wealthy.”
“ I see”
“ They gave him six months of penitentiary and other six of hard labor. I don't think this is a big deal for him though. He does not suffer from isolation. Being an asocial and all. And I do think hard labor is nothing more that routine training for the man. He is a beast.”
The two shadows approached a big room. Violent screams, cheers and boos came from that room. As they went in they found themselves in front of a octagonal cage. People stood near the cage and rooted for the fighters in the ring.
“ There he is”
“ The smaller one? But the other seems to be a behemoth. He is a fucking hulk. You think our fighter has a chance?”
“ Do not judge a book by his cover. Here they go”
Announcer: “ Leeets get ready for the fight. Ready? GO”
I fight and that's all I do. But am I different from any other human being? We all fight and that's all we do. Life is a constant struggle. It is so hard at times. Just trying to survive the day in front of us takes our breath away. People think I am a beast because I fight in the ring and they think I am free from remorse and pain.
That is not true.
And besides, really, who is the beast in here?
Just switch on the TV and go to the news channel if you want to see the true human nature. You can lose the count of kills that are reported within a week. People are like viruses. They destroy their habitat and move on to the next one, destroying that too and moving on.
I don't usually like people.
If I had to choose between richness while living among people and poverty while living in a small, abandoned shack near the seashore, I would choose the second option without the shadow of a doubt.
The thing is that even to be a loner you need money. You need money to eat and live. You can not live in complete loneliness, isolated by everything. Even the most hardcore of hermits must accept the fact that he needs to go to the bread store once in a while.
And that's where they come in
They offered me a contract. They paid the ransom. They bought my freedom from these corrupt functionaries.
I am going to be a free man again.
I am going out of here because of “ Good Behavior”
I accepted the offer. Fighting is my life and doing it for a living is all I can.
This way I can fight so I can achieve my dream. Whats my dream?
A small shack near a rocky seashore and enough money to buy a loaf of bread once in a while..
So, here I come...
Some days ago
The skin cutting wind could tear anyone to icy shreds. A car drove slowly through the snowy streets of the god forsaken place. It drove near a huge camp of sorts, where a building stood as a symbol of silent isolation. The building was high and surrounded by even higher walls. The car stopped in front of the huge iron doors. A figure came out of the car as the doors slowly opened to let that same figure in
Siberian Prison
“ So, you think he is worth the trouble?”
“ Yes sir. I don't think so. I am sure of it”
It was a cold and uncomfortable place to be. Nothing more than a prison actually but in here there was a difference. If you paid attention you would see people that were not dressed as prisoners coming and going. They were actually dressed in more than normal clothes. Their clothes were expensive and their manners highly educated.
They were here for the fights. Yes. The fights.
In this place the Russian elite and not only Russian elite, came to see prisoners coming out of every eastern European prison to fight for the blood lust of the voyeurs. The fighters had their own advantages by fighting in here. Lets just say that their existence was an easier one if they decided to fight. As for the spectators, besides the thrill of the fight, they earned huge amounts of cash by betting for a fighter..
“ So. What has he done, to be here?”
“ He lost his calm, after coming home from work only to find his wife cheating on him with another man. He broke the mans arms and legs. It was the first and last time he lost it, yet it was more than enough. The victim was the son of a highly regarded person in the circle of the powerful and wealthy.”
“ I see”
“ They gave him six months of penitentiary and other six of hard labor. I don't think this is a big deal for him though. He does not suffer from isolation. Being an asocial and all. And I do think hard labor is nothing more that routine training for the man. He is a beast.”
The two shadows approached a big room. Violent screams, cheers and boos came from that room. As they went in they found themselves in front of a octagonal cage. People stood near the cage and rooted for the fighters in the ring.
“ There he is”
“ The smaller one? But the other seems to be a behemoth. He is a fucking hulk. You think our fighter has a chance?”
“ Do not judge a book by his cover. Here they go”
Announcer: “ Leeets get ready for the fight. Ready? GO”
***
What is life but a fickle thing...I fight and that's all I do. But am I different from any other human being? We all fight and that's all we do. Life is a constant struggle. It is so hard at times. Just trying to survive the day in front of us takes our breath away. People think I am a beast because I fight in the ring and they think I am free from remorse and pain.
That is not true.
And besides, really, who is the beast in here?
Just switch on the TV and go to the news channel if you want to see the true human nature. You can lose the count of kills that are reported within a week. People are like viruses. They destroy their habitat and move on to the next one, destroying that too and moving on.
I don't usually like people.
If I had to choose between richness while living among people and poverty while living in a small, abandoned shack near the seashore, I would choose the second option without the shadow of a doubt.
The thing is that even to be a loner you need money. You need money to eat and live. You can not live in complete loneliness, isolated by everything. Even the most hardcore of hermits must accept the fact that he needs to go to the bread store once in a while.
And that's where they come in
They offered me a contract. They paid the ransom. They bought my freedom from these corrupt functionaries.
I am going to be a free man again.
I am going out of here because of “ Good Behavior”
I accepted the offer. Fighting is my life and doing it for a living is all I can.
This way I can fight so I can achieve my dream. Whats my dream?
A small shack near a rocky seashore and enough money to buy a loaf of bread once in a while..
So, here I come...
