Cryptic world

The prims

It was awful. Everything about it was awful. The smell, the look, even the prims themselves. A gross and disgusting race they were. Half human half cyborg but all killers in the mind.

They lived on a small island north of the city. They lived in literally anything they could. Tents, shelters made of metal scraps and cardboard or even just sleeping on the dirt. It didn't matter to them. They couldn't tell the difference between a
feather bed and a bed of nails. The worst part was that they were made. Made from normal people, citizens, killers, thirds, any criminal.

Two officers pushed cage through the camp. The officers risked their own lives just walking into the camp, but they had guns something that the prims feared. Well that's actually how they got their names. Prim is the beginning of the word primitive. They didn't have any technology at all except the metal on their bodies and the odd gun.

Cage was lead into a factory which was bellowing out smoke. The factory was covered in bullet holes, graffiti and had burn marks all over it. One of the smoke stacks at the top of the factory was cracked and released smoke from the side. The officers opened the doors. It instantly reeked of rotting and death. He was lead through the dark hallways. To a chamber.

There was a man in the chamber wearing a white doctors robe in fact he was a doctor and looked like an ordinary one too. He had a stethoscope around his neck, was wearing blue spandex gloves but his robe was what made Cage nervous and scared. The bottom was draped in blood. Not just draped but soaked. Still dripping.

The officers shoved him in and left. There was one light in the room which was flickering on and off. The floor was cracked concrete and a dead mouse lay in the corner.

"Welcome cage." The doctor smiled and shook his hand Wildly. Cage pulled away. He had heard about this place from other officers who've had to bring criminals here. The stories never ended with 'then they returned'.

The doctor walked him to a dentist like chair and told him to lie down. He patted the seat and cage looked into his mad eyes.

"What happened to you?" He asked stalling. The doctor just stared at him with his mouth half open and eyes wide and shaking.

"Nothing is wrong with me.... but you.... you need some repairs." The doctor said stuttering and twitching his head like he a had an itch that wouldn't leave.

"Your coat, it's dirty." Cage nervously replied looking down to the bloodied bottoms of the coat. The doctor just grabbed the cloak tying it behind him to hide it.

"It's a chemical not real blood." The doctor lied as he then grabbed cages arm and basically forced him into the chair. He grabbed cages legs swinging them to the bottom of the chair. He turned on an over head light which he shone over cages body.

"Where to begin?" The doctor scanned up and down Emilles body. He folded up his shirt and cracked his fingers. Cage made a fist and counted to three before he'd knock the doctor out. Three! He said in his head. He used all his strength brining up his right arm, but it didn't move. He looked to his arm. A blue strand of energy had washed over his wrists and his ankles! He pulled up but nothing happened. He kicked and tried to swing his arms. The chair shook violently.

"Don't hurt yourself." The doctor said looking on a table full of different objects. The doctor reached to the end of the table grabbing a power drill. He switched the on button and held down the trigger. The drill began vibrating and the drill head rapidly spun in circles making a loud noise. Panic ensued cages body. The doctor walked to cage and pulled up his left pant leg.

"No no what are y-". Cage screamed so loud the room seemed to shake. The drill ripped into his knee cap spinning, tearing and grinding through bone and skin. Cage kicked his legs wildly trying to stop the pain. The drill went deeper and he felt the blood dripping down his knee. There was a crack as the drill pierced through his knee cap.

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Emille and Julie were lead to a room and had basically gotten a view of the whole military prison. Briston was an odd man because he was so nice, so smart but at the same time wasn't any of that. He wasn't after anything like kron had been. He was only doing what the government had asked. To kill two prisoners.

They were lead outside. The front of the military prison was a massive court yard. Thick stone pillars surrounded it all covered by a stone roof. It was filled with people. Hundreds and hundreds maybe thousands. They roared and cheered as Emille and Julie were brought out. They were placed on two stone squares embedded in the ground. There hands were cuffed then their feet were chained down. A soldier stood behind each of them and then Briston walked out and the crowd cheered even louder. Briston raised an arm thanking the people. He walked to a mic and tapped it which sent a shrieking noise through the air. He cringed. The air was humid and dry but there was a slight breeze. The clouds were grey and covered the sky.

"Today is the day!" Bristons voice boomed. The crowd silenced. "These two killers, terrorists, criminals whatever they may be to you will die!" He announced. There was a mix and cheers of boos. Emille looked beside him to Julie who looked back at him. Briston walked to the side letting the execution begin.

A see through tank began rising around Emille and Julie. The tank was raised above them only a few feet. Emille wasn't comfortable. He had no space to move at all. The tube surrounded his body. He looked to Julie again. A tear rolled down her eye. The crowds boos and cheers were clouded out by the surrounding tank. There was a loud noise and then Emilles feet got cold. He looked down. Water. Ir was pouring into the tank from the ground. He was being drowned.