| Hunting Grounds | Zosan Angst 🪓|

4 | Destination.

"What?"

"That's what you go by now, 333," the man said, shrugging his shoulders.

"But, I already have a name? And you still haven't answered my question, where am I?" Sanji said sternly, but quietly enough not to wake up the girl.

"Quite frankly, I don't know. I was kidnapped, they didn't tell me where I was going. Then, they chucked you in here, looked pretty beat up." He said.

"All I know is that there's a decent chance we're going to die, oh, I never introduced myself. I am Number 330, I was kidnapped on the way to work a week ago." He forced a friendly smile and put his hand out for Sanji to shake.

"What's your real name? I don't want to know the numbers on your back, I want to know the name your parents gave you."

"If you really wanna be so persistent, I'll tell you. My name is Jet, but all they call me now is 330. I guess I kinda accepted it after a while." He said, giving Sanji a nervous smile.

"So.. where are we going? Can I leave?"

"Nope, I tried to escape. Got my finger cut off." Jet held up his hand, letting Sanji notice the missing finger, still covered in blood.

Sanji's eyes widened and his breathing became faster. Before he knew it, he was on the edge of a small panic attack. Knowing that he was in danger, he couldn't contain the fear that bubbled inside of him.

"Oh- my god.. s-so I can't escape? I-.." Sanji's stomach sank, he curled up around himself, holding his hands close into his chest.

"We're going to the 'Hunting Grounds', I heard them talking about it. I thinks it's something to do with human hunting, some sick sort of trafficking game." Jet said, running his hand through his very unwashed hair.

"I wouldn't expect either of us to live, we'll either die here or there. But, I didn't really want to live anyway. Then again, this is probably worse than suicide." Jet thought to himself for a second before speaking.

"Hey, you okay? You look like you're gonna throw up." Jet said, looking over at Sanji, who was pale as a ghost.

"I-," Sanji gagged and choked before catching the vomit that fell out of his mouth. If fell through his fingers and he grimaced at the feeling.

"Told you so, here, use this towel." Jet passed over a towel that was on the floor next to him.

Sanji took the towel and began to clean himself up.

"I know you're scared, I am too." Jet frown sank further. He looked like he was thinking.

The carriage came to a sudden halt.

"Are we here?" Sanji asked, turning to the window. All he saw outside was darkness and trees.

"Maybe, or perhaps they've got another person to shove in here." Jet looked over to the carriage door.

It opened slowly, the cold air biting Sanji's flesh. He shivered and curled up tighter.

"Shit.. so cold," Sanji breathed.

The darkness seeped in through the door. The girl seemed to have woken up, barely awake but conscience enough to know what was happening. Before Sanji knew it, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the carriage. He fell on his back, crying out from the pain. The grass was wet and the sky was pitch black. He wanted to lay there forever, or until he died.

"Move Bitch!"

There was a scream from inside the carriage, a female voice. Sanji felt the rage bubbling inside of him as he saw the girl fall next to him, be he couldn't do anything in his weak state.

Jet was pulled out as well, surprisingly landing on his feet. Jet grabbed Sanji by the collar and pulled him up to stand with him. He leaned in to Jet, his balance was still not great.

"Welcome to the hunting grounds." A voice said. He looked over to another patch of darkness. He was able to make a figure out of the darkness, a man. He was dressed in all black and carried a large gun in his hands.

"You will be hunted for two days every week in the hunting grounds and you shall be stationed in the camp for the rest of the week."

Sanji shivered. So he really was human livestock?

"Bastard.." a voice said from behind.

It was a low raspy voice, not one that he had heard before. Sanji could tell that it was the fourth person in the carriage. The old man with the beard.

"Yes?" The somewhat 'guard' asked in response.

"You think you can take me away from my family?!"

The guard responded with a low, "yes, you agreed to joint the hunt as prey."

"You lied to me... I'll fucking kill you!" 

The old man launched at the other, but was quickly stopped when the gun was pointed at his temple.

"Observe, and let this be the reason you obey."

Bang.