A God's Apocalyptic Entertainment 154 Erica Part 2

We were told many things while we were there and it was also where we had our slave crests done. They wanted to make money off selling us. Of course we fought back at the idea, and some even got beaten to death, but they held themselves back most of the time. They didn't want to lose out on a profit.

I had thought back at the time, I was mostly going insane, this world, humanity, and people, I was sick of them all. I wanted to take my frustration out on everyone. I wanted to make everyone pay for taking my family.

And because of that I was beaten repeatedly. It made me grow up much faster, I had to mature and learn fast to survive in this cruel new world. Somehow as if a miracle I wasn't taken once. Somehow it never happened.

That didn't mean I didn't see some people eyeing me, but luckily I had been taken out for physical labor before such a time came. I had seen many woman and men come in looking for kids our age.

I was taken by the Immortals. I spit at their name. They were just b.a.s.t.a.r.ds like the rest, but unlike everyone else they would revive when they died. Most people had gotten a shock when the Immortals arrived, even a kid like me could get the idea of what they meant.

They treated us like we were game characters, like this was something fun to play. It wasn't it was painful, it was insane, it was a nightmare!

Most of the people I had gotten acquainted with in the salve market went insane at the news. We had officially been dubbed natives by the immortals, and most of us took our lives at the thought that we were just game characters.

I had the thought cross my mind many times, about how blissful it would have been to see my parents in heaven, maybe if I died I would wake up and all this would be over. But it was at the time when I had found something sharp to take my life that I stopped myself.

The image of my parents and family appeared in my mind and I couldn't go through with it. They would want me to live; they would want me to live!

Some of our slavers had caught me while I hesitated and I was thrashed all night for almost costing them a payday. It was hard to keep the motivation to live.

It was at this low point in my life that I had met Tammy, she had an even worse time then I did and had been taken before. No one had taken her since, but she had confided in me one time her negative thoughts, the pain and suffering she had to endure and how she had almost taken her life.

She had never told me what had stopped her though; I respected her privacy on the matter. Over time we had gotten closer to each other and found solace in our pain, it was truly lucky that we had both been taken by the same person. Even though my gut had twisted at the unknown and I was afraid what was to come, having someone by my side had helped.

And thankfully it was only this labor. It was unbearable and nearly impossible with our stats; they only let us level if it suited them. We all had an average level of 7-10. And yes these Immortal b.a.s.t.a.r.d were better than the slavers that had made us what we are, but I had seen the looks in some of their eyes as we traveled here.

They were just like the rest, I hated them. They fed us poorly because we were ' NPC's', treated us like robots that could go on forever and barely gave us a break. I wanted to kill them but couldn't.

I hated Immortals! I hated the people that had invaded my city! I couldn't believe in other Natives like myself!

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My mind had wondered as I let them do what they will, unlike what I thought though they didn't take me. Instead they put gear on us, the gear that they were wearing.

The forced us to drink water and decked us out in their s.h.i.+ning gear. If it wasn't for the difference in height, it would be hard to tell our group from the rest. More of them surrounded us, blocking our sight as their tall bodies surrounded us.

I heard their murmurs and realized they were scared of something, I could barely pick up on what they were saying, but it looked like they were talking about a native that would be coming here soon. The gear that was place on me wasn't too heavy, I could easily move in it, of course as we were slaves they didn't give us any weapons, I knew what I would have done if they gave me one.

Our group continued to stand there in wonder as we didn't know the full weight of what was happening. It wasn't long before they all became silent, our whole surroundings became silent and n.o.body spoke. All their heads moved in the same direction.

Whoever it was, they were here.

I reached up slowly as those around us were quiet and gripped my chest. My hand was right over where the slave crest was. I still felt violated from when it was put on me. Something seemed to be happening at the front, the group leader of these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that I had only seen once was doing something.

I had only seen him when he came to the slave house to buy us, he had an apologetic face on at the time, but I didn't trust him and I was proven right with time, the way we were treated showed his true colors.

But wasn't this my chance?

The small thought popped into my head as I looked at those around us, my hand slowly griping into a fist.

They were clearly scared of the person that was talking to their leader, something made them afraid. And what did they do just before we got here….

I saw Tammy to the side look at me; she could see that I was agitated; I didn't say anything to her.

My mind went into overdrive as I thought about the gear that was placed onto us, the fact we weren't carrying heavy weights, the fact that we were surrounded by tall people.

Weren't we being hidden?

They didn't want that person to see us?

Was it shame? Of course not, they were b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that didn't care about such things, or they wouldn't have taken kids as slaves and used us.

NO! Something bad would happen to them if we were seen!

My heart that had slowly started to be frosted over from the cruel world around me started to beat fast; I felt my breath start to come faster as I hoped my thoughts were right. At worst I would be wrong, maybe I would be taken right then and there, by a lot of them

Maybe I would die; maybe I would only be beaten again. I hated my life right now, I wanted to change it. I wanted to make those people pay that had killed my parents; I wanted these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds that treated us like robots to get their comeuppance.

I had nothing to lose!

Mustering all the strength I had left.

I took my only chance!!!