The Prison Games

ONE

As soon as we realized we fucked up real bad, Our oh so Father's guards dragged us along and I couldn't believe it, Peter's body was laid all over the floor with blood. 

I instantly gasp and cover my eyes with tears starting to drop.  Denise does the same with Connor 'protecting' her from the scene. 

The guards just laugh and one of them whips my hand from my eyes, putting my hands at the back. I am forced to see his throat cut with some of his fingers chopped off and his stomach open in half. 

I look away from the gory scene of Peter's body and start to silently cry. 

"I-I need to see my brother and parents." I stutter. 

"They don't care about you anymore. You have disrespected your Father and committed a crime. How sure are you they still want you as one of their own?" His deep voice boomed around the room, making all the guards stand in attention. 

There he was standing with authority in front of us but he was mainly looking at me. And the weird thing was, he was practically Connor's age. 

Every Father didn't need to be in any appropriate age to be of Authority of the Central but since his dad died when he was still young, it had been passed onto him since he was fifteen. 

The Father Legacies had been passed on from generation to generation until well, the Elites change the Law. 

Don't get me wrong, this guy was a good ruler since he had guidance from the EASTON but he still showed his arrogance towards the community. 

About Anna? Well, Anna is just his cousin but she has blood within them showing they're still family. 

His snapping fingers interrupt my explanation of our world until I look at his eyes. He was gorgeous but right down evil. 

"Now, Catherine Dun huh? What got you in this beautiful dress?" He asks with his devilish smile plastered on his face. 

I avoid his eyes but he quickly grabs my head with his hand, forcing me to look at him. 

"Don't look away when the Father asks you a question." He snaps. 

"I don't know. You tell me." I rolled my eyes and I earn a slap from him. He harshly lets go of my head as the guards continue to do their task.

The guards just put us in a vehicle and I sob silently with my hands at my back. 

One of Father's guard pushed each of us to a cell by the beach. Connor gave me one last look before being pushed inside along with Denise. 

Now that was unfair. Sure, they get to fucking keep each other but didn't Anna have a say in this? 

I was tied against the wall and I was still wearing the fancy dress a friend made for me. 

"Keep your knees on the ground, Dun. If we hear any unusual sounds coming from your cell, it won't be tolerated." The guard said. He was wearing a mask with an 'X' on it which made me think if he was some kind of executioner. 

The usual guards just wore on a metal suit and this guy was dressed differently. 

"Who the hell are you?" I ask. 

"Your new guide, honey!" The guy brings down his mask to reveal his face. He had a scar and some lipstick on which made me guess he was from the elite center.

But why was he here.

I look at him with a tired face as he pinches my cheek. "I love that dress! You'll be definitely liked by the Elites!"

"Why am I going to meet the elites?" 

"Oh honey, your life is under their control and they probably use you for some life threatening things." The guy explains. 

He quickly shuts the door, leaving me in the dark secluded box. 

It was a rough ride and I was about to vomit from all the movements but my mind drifted to  where I was going. 

After hours of torture, my 'new guide' pulls me out holding my elbow carefully. He smiles widely and I see Denise and Connor coming out with bruises all over their body same as what I had from the bumpy ride. 

My eyes connect with Denises' and I nod at her slowly. I suddenly realized that we were brought to Deserton, the third city, the training center of all contestants to join the prison games and it clicked. 

We were picked to join the prison games