CHAMPION ☆

Chapter 3

[ Radar's POV ]

"AH, NO, NO, THIS PLACE IS FILTHY!... SO DISORGANIZED! MAKING ME CRAZY..." I screeched, kicking and squirming as a weird golem like creature shoved me into a room. My gaze shifted to the man standing ominously at the large windows. The place was like an office. It scared the living crap out of me. I gulped, trembling as I stepped forward.

"H-hello?" I stuttered, scared. "You're Radar, right?" He asked, turning around. He was in this warden outfit and had a monocle and was bald. "Y-yes..." I tried to answer confidently, faceplamming myself. He chuckled, walking towards me. "You know, there's two kinds of people in the Sunshine Institute." He began, walking to a lever slowly, hands behind his back.

"There's the obedient ones who listen to orders," He added, checking his nails. "And there's ones who don't. And I gotta say, you and your friends fall into the second. But you seem to be not as aggressive. So, I thought to show you what happens if you don't listen." He replied, turning around to look at me, right next to the lever. He immediately flicked the lever, it showing a weird contraption.

"Meet 'The Iron Breathtaker'!" He exclaimed. "Iron bars to hold the victim in place below, sticky piston above to shove an iron block over their head!" He explained- walking towards me and gesturing something going onto his head, eyes wide like a maniac- causing me to back away, trembling in fear. He was going to suffocate me! He chuckled more, snapping his fingers.

The golem walked over towards me, picking me up. "L-LET ME GO!!!" I squeaked as I was carried to the Breathtaker, practically tosses into it. I immediately looked for an escape, trying to break free, but I couldn't. "That won't work. This whole place is infected with mining fatigue." He advised.

I looked up at the iron block, terrified as he pulled the lever. I tried screaming for help before the block got shoved onto my head. It was pitch black, everything muffled. I tried gasping for air, nothing happening. Screaming didn't work either, nothing came out. I even tried pulling it off! Nothing. I kept crying and coughing and hacking. I thrashed around, kicking and squirming. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?" I thought, wishing Jesse was here. I kept getting weaker and weaker. I thought I was going to die.

Finally, the block had lifted from my head, causing me to immediately fall onto the bars, gasping for air, weak as ever. I immediately grew scares as the warden walked up to me. "P-please..." I coughed. "N-no m-more!..." He just cruelly laughed at my plead, patting my head like some pet!

"This is why we behave. Don't think your getting out of here." He laughed more. "You see, this is a high security prison. Your little friends will be giving level 3 treatment." The warden answered. "W-what's t-that?" I asked weakly.

"They'll be watched by guards 24/7, locked up in their cell with no human interaction, in straight jackets and in handcuffs. They are all pretty strong. You won't get that, since now your even more weak now. And I feel like you won't get any plans."

He roughly tilted my head up, staring me down intensely, like I was his prey. "Isn't that right?" He glared, his eyes gleaming with danger. I gulped, nodding. "Good." He replied, shoving me out of the Breathtaker onto the ground. "I'll be sending you out with one of our new guards." He instructed as I got up. The moment the doors opened, I looked up.

"C'mon, Randell. We don't have all day!" Some bratty voice replied condescendingly. I immediately recognized it. Stella, my old boss. That women was awful, no suprise she's practically head over heels for the Admin. "IT’S RADAR!!!!" I corrected her before coughing. "Uh, yeah. That's what I said." Stella scoffed. I sighed weakly, following her out of the office. At least she was a bit better than that physcopath.