Haunting Darkness by Jordan Wadley (e book free reading txt) 📖

back at me all seemed too familiar. Razel informed me of my mission believing I'd grown weak over the years and threatened to send me back into room RoomB45.

 

Razel felt he needed to challenge my loyalty resulting in killing the last person I'd seen before all humanity was taken from me.

 

Once I'd been allowed back into the real world to complete his dirty deals I'd long forgotten the idea of every escaping. This was only my fourth mission and with Razel now challenging me, there would be many more to come.

 

Walter was right, however, he did witness the shot to the stomach. I was only five years old and hadn't expected such pain and blacked out. Razel explained the shot was only to temporarily knock me out giving the belief of my death. The illusion was perfect; the chemicals he'd dipped the bullet in knocked me out cold. The chemicals in my system gave them just enough time to fake my death. When I woke up from my slumber I was chained to a wall and I'd spent ten years behind that cell and RoomB45. After years of torture in RoomB45 I'd grown accustom to the pain. The guards didn't stop whipping you with the long leather, slave torturing whip, until you were unconscious. Sometimes, even then, the guards wouldn't stop knowing you'd wake in more agonizing pain.

 

I only felt release when I fought in The Ring. Razel kidnapped and tortured more than just a few children as he trained them to fight. Every night, unless he sent us out on a mission, we'd fight in The Ring so Razel continued his ruthless reputation.

 

Tonight I was to fight in The Ring and only then would Razel and his managing opponent decide whether it was to the death or not.

 

There were three different fights in The Ring each one ending with a gruesome battle. Black Night Fright began with two opponents of the same rate and ended with only the strongest leaving. The Death Deed ended similar to BNF yet begins with more than two opponents fighting to the death. The Golden Battle gave the fighters the choice whether it was to the death or not. If the strongest with the upper hand decided it was the death the other opponent had no say. Every week we lose about ten of our weakest fighters in the compound. In the GB it was rare for the fighters to let their opponent live considering the torture after the battle was endless. The crowd found the DD more entertaining with the amount of blood shed as did the others in the system. The fewer the opponents, the higher chance at being at the top of the food chain.  

 

I knew I couldn't run even if I'd tried, they were watching my every move with the tracking device in my arm. I had no idea how old I was seeing as I held no interest in the agonizing slow days that passed in my cell. I do, however, remember the day I'd turned fifteen; it was the very day I'd become a stone cold killer. I'd estimated I was close to nineteen but I'd forgotten my birthday with the illusions in the dark from my past days.

 

"Viper, nice work." A deep husky voice congratulated me. I look into Grey's blue/grey eyes and notice a slight sympathy he held for me. Grey had be the nicest guard out of the three that were assigned for my torture. The torture being painful and agonizingly slow, I still never made a noise or showed the pain, so I was rarely punished. Grey never went easy on me seeing as the word 'torture' didn't mean easy, he was rough yet not as rough and gruesome as the rest.

 

I learned Grey grew up with Razel yet their friendship departed as Razel grew older. Grey watched his closest friend turn into a blood thirsty monster when his mother was shot before his eyes. Razel grew angry and interested at the sight of blood, his sanity lost in the dark depths of the sea.  Grey never told me his name so instinctively I called him Grey with the deep captivating color of his eyes.

 

I nod in acknowledgement and slid into the back seat, he closed the door with a sigh, the door locking automatically. Once the hummer's engine roared to life my eyes stuck to the dark window only moving when we arrived at the compound.

 

I noticed Razel standing in front of the building with a proud smile on his face. He adored the lack of emotion from me, although the sneer in my eyes evident every time I was praised for death. Though I felt no guilt or regret for killing but any kind of praise from Razel sickened me to the core.

 

"Well done my frosty angel," He applauded. "You have finally advanced to a next level, your room waits."

 

I stared at him openly trying to read through his lie, yet there was none. Ever since my first day at the compound I was forced to sleep on the cold cement floors of my cells and regain strength in my rusted chair.

 

Feeling the warmth of Grey's hand on my lower back, I internally growled and removed myself from him.

 

We walked through familiar stairs and halls but the sudden turns and winds lost my focus. Now the halls becoming unfamiliar and the floors cleaner than the usual dirt. The floor being a blinding clean white and the walls looking similar to the floors. Razel took a sharp turn into the room to the left, no door on the opening, and passed a few leather chairs and nicely shined tables. The walls and floors were the same color as the hallway but not as nicely swept, picture frames with no pictures hung on the blinding white walls. The slick looking tables passed by in a blur, not too much of an interest to me, but then we walked to another opening out into the hallway. This hallway seemed to stretch on further than the last and even further than the hall outside of her cell.

 

These doors were made of metal yet the color of dark silver, sticking out strangely from the halls. All the doors were covered with large nobs next to the latch, reminding me that the doors were far more advanced than the cell bars I'd sat behind for years.

 

All of the doors had a strange looking window at the top, tall enough for me to look through, but they had small clear covers keeping my eyes from peeking into the rooms.

 

"Right now all the other recruits are asleep but you'll meet the rest of them tomorrow." Razel spoke fluently, his French accent evident.

 

He turned to the door he was standing next to and pressed his palm on a small screen next to the large nob, then a bright flash. Grey turned me away when Razel's large form blocked my view, his hand resting on the large nob. I heard a few irritating clicks before a final loud swish of air came from the opening of the door.

 

Finally turning to look in the inside of my room I noticed the large size and comfortable atmosphere. I knew I should be at least happy I'd finally upgraded yet it seemed physically impossible to do.

 

My valuables from my cells were now settled neatly in the room. Though it wasn't much it was better than the rusty medal floor I slept on for years.

 

"By ten the lights go off, before and after lunch all doors are unlocked. Unlike the cells, you are free to visit with the other recruits in this closed off hall. I understand you may or may not have met any of your new recruits yet, but most are friendly, well... as friendly as they get. These recruits are different than the ones down in the cells, you were supposed to be transported here four years ago but we had no room. Anthony was shot for trying to escape so, now we have an extra room." Grey commented.

 

I didn't care about the other recruits and I didn't care of any socializing, it didn't even temporarily peg my interest.

 

"I don't care, when's training?" I asked bluntly. Grey blinked, still not used to my forwardness unlike Razel. He grinned, knowing I didn't care about socializing, yet still spoke with seriousness.

 

"Five in the morning sharp. Here on the higher level you will eat two meals a day and you wake at four sharp or you don't eat, your choice. Every day at eleven sharp the doors will open automatically and you will walk yourself to the lunch room to grab your lunch, then you will eat back here. Remember you can walk the halls and talk with the others, well that would be the best time to do so. The lunch doors are opened at four and close at half past four, they again open at noon and close at half past. Cameras are watching your ever move. I already know you understand there is no escape. The halls are sealed off and the only opening is the door we came in through which I only have the ability to open. There is no escape through the air vents; it ends in a concealed cell room which is where you will stay if you try to escape." He growled out angrily. It didn't faze me considering I've grown up with his sudden change of attitudes, but nonetheless I still tensed at his accusation.

 

He still believed after everything I've put up with that I'd take the chance to escape? He's just as ignorant as the millions of life's I've taken. I narrowed my eyes slightly warning him, however, his dull head didn't take the hint.

 

"Alright, you ate before the mission and this is your first night on this side of the building so you'll fight in The Ring tomorrow, until then you may want to rest. See you then Viper." Razel grinned. I turned sharply ignoring his soft laughter and lay down on the thick bed. My eyes shut with silence when I heard the soft patting of footsteps walking away, the door sealing tightly shut.

 

I let the darkness wrap around my weak and frail body before I was sucked further down into nothingness. Bittersweet torture.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

Groggily, Viper wiped the sleep from her eyes and took in her blinding surroundings. Like expected she dreamt of nothing but cold darkness, something she'd grown accustomed to. 

 

Viper sighed realizing everything about the white room was far from a dream like expected. She'd finally reached L3B2, something she'd been trying to accomplish since her first night in this traitorous hell hole. 

 

She ignored the sudden jolt of pain in her lower abdomen and sat up in the soft bed. Viper continued to stare at the painfully blank walls before her. 

 

A loud noise suddenly startled her from her daze and to the cranking of the door. With a final clank the silver metal door slowly swung open yet no one stood in place, only an empty hall. She nodded in approval at the advanced technology this side of the building seemed to have. Nothing like the cells on the other side. 

 

Suddenly Razel's words repeated inside of