It was a small room with nails on the wall, and thin threads that could cut through anything surrounding the place, making it difficult for anyone to move, but something about this place put me off. Hmm! What's that?The guards took the tray from my hands and presented it to Dale through a small hole.Dale looked like quite the mess with cuts all over his face and he looked quite hungry, a bit displeased to see me, but I was more than thrilled to see him again since the both of us had a little unfinished business. “Let's go,” one of the guards said to me.“Excuse me, sir, I'd like to speak with him if you don't mind,” I said to the guard who exited the room without hesitation, meanwhile Dale took his time poking his meal, the meal I sacrificed for him. Dale glanced at his food and then smiled, “would you like to share?” He asked while he pushed the tray back at me.I sighed, there was no way I'd refuse such goodwill, I was hungry as well so I couldn't possibly refuse this generous

“What's going on?” The class murmurs. Tension hung around our necks as if they were ropes, and the students, gathered in the classroom as we waited for our teacher who unfortunately did not show up, at that moment, we knew something was about to happen.“Attention students,” Mrs. Baker's voice sounded around the classroom and immediately everyone quieted down as we awaited to hear what she had to say. “I get the gist, you're all panicked and confused, we understand, however, the school has concluded that we may be putting too much pressure on you, as a result, we would acknowledge allowing the students to have a day off.” How funny her words sounded, I couldn't help but frown in confusion. The same school that had imprisoned us inside a building and forced us to die was sympathizing with us after one of their teachers just died. “What an obvious lie,” I chuckled. Still-As I looked around I found my classmates all cheered up and glad at their say-off, I wished I could be as happy

The question wasn't just a bluff. When I thought it was the school decided to reward me with a poll with my classmates names on it and it seemed to me like it was just numbered down to the total of the people in the room with me, no pictures just names. They wanted us to choose who we wanted to kill, they wanted to turn us into murderers.“This is crazy, there's no way they want us to kill someone right,” Ethan asked as he trembled. “Unfortunately, I don't think they're just messing with us,” I answered. “The hell-” Ethan suddenly turned away and wrapped his arms around his stomach. I could hear him try to force himself to throw up but it didn't sound like things were going too well for him. Poor guy must have probably swallowed his vomit. “What- what are you going to do now Ande?” I looked at the list I had to choose from once again, I'm certain not everyone would choose the same person I'm choosing right. “Wait! What if!”Knowing what to do I quickly punched in my answer a

Everyone was terrified as we watched our classmates get ground into bits, their screams could be heard as they were dragged underneath the shredder without struggle.“That could be me,” I thought to myself.“Hey, that thing's drawing closer!”“It’s going to shred us into pieces.”I snapped out of my clouded thoughts and realized just how close I was to knocking at death's door. There was no need to remain standing except I had a death wish and so I gathered myself and walked up to the wall.“Perhaps you will if you don't move your story ass,” Ethan yelled.“But-”“There are no buts, the only exception you have is if you'd like to die, if you don't want to then move it, those people aren't going to resurrect even after a million years, so hurry up already.”I did not expect those words from him and yet I was glad he had awoken from his delusions. Amid the chaos, I stared at the wall and secluded myself in my thoughts. My group was weak compared to before, and I had lost all my muscle

“Destitutes, what are they? Aliens, Humans? Both?” Our history teacher asked. “The reason why you're here is because you have been choosing to liberate this great planet from the clutches of its enemies, you are heroes for your Division, Heros whose task is to develop your bodies into the smartest, fastest, and craftiest of weapons against our mortal enemy.”For some reason, today's class took an unexpected turn. It was nothing as we had learned before, it was also the first time they spoke about the Destitutes to us, I was beginning to believe they weren't real until now. “The higher-ups decided to create a treaty with the Destitutes, every ten years, we send out our best to the battlefields, whichever side wins gets to call the shot for the next ten years. Which is why sometimes, we, feed the Destitutes and sometimes they provide us with resources, all are for the betterment of the world.”And that was it, the truth was finally out and I wished I had never left home. I could hard