SPLIT RACE

CHAPTER VII "Pieces of Memories" Part 2

***THAILAND FOREST***

TRAINING UNDERGROUND

(10Years Ago...)

**SAHARA'S POV**

The sun was so bright and we are in the middle of the arena together with the subject that we need to protect given by the master trainer.

He is a black american with a scary built and face. A gorilla in the making.

I lost count if how many are we kids here but there were a lot already that has been killed upon I enter this hell.

Sa musmus kong kaisipan ay natutunan kong lumaban upang mabuhay. Napilitang maging matatag, tuso at manlinlang sa paraang masiguro mo lamang na mabubuhay ka pagkatapos ng mga pagsubok.

The people who operates this place are demons. They have no emotion and killing are just a normal thing to do for them.

We studied the human anatomy at a very young age. I was four then. At first I didnt understand the scenario they are teaching and imparting our innocent heart and mind but as the days comes every single session becomes bloody.

You need to think ahead. Decide quick but be wise and clever. Move faster than usual. Kill as if no tommorrow if you need to survived. Thats the things Im doing until now. I need to be alive. I need to see again my mother. I must see her and asked why did she left me in this jungle of violence. A hell. A demons cave.

"Tears are not allowed. A soft heart will lead you to death. Consider everyone you see an enemy. Dont trust and dont negotiate in the battlefield." Those are the things they told us before the first bloody rumble they organized.

If Im not mistaken that was two years ago.

" Listen...!" the trainer shouted." The donkeys that beside you are your master to protect!"

Tiningnan ko ang mga kasamahan ko sa loob ng malawak na arena, not a single response I hear nor reaction from everyone. They are seriously listening to the trainer. Who could have thought that we are just innocent kids entering her. At a very young age of four. They teach us things na hindi lubos sakop ng bata naming kaisipan. We learn to read and write here. Becomes independent and work on our own to stay alive. Being weak is unforgivable because you'll end up in a grave.

I looked on the donkey that Im holding and smirked of the thought.

" Consider them a master that you cant control. They will not cooperate with you nor follow your lead for them to be safe but you need to keep them alive!" The master trainer continued. " Your donkeys have different collar colors that matches with the one you have. You are all eighteen pairs with the donkey. So, it will be a six set of session with three pairs. Look around of the arena!" The trainer ordered and all of us did looked around. Sa totoo lang kanina ko pa napapansin ang mga archers and sharp shooter na yan. They are all five. Tatlong archers sa aking kaliwa kanan, at likod. Dalawang sharp shooter naman sa harapan, nasa kaliwat kanan ng trainer.

Tatlong pairs per set. Mahihirapan talaga kaming protektahan ang aming subject sa ganitong sitwasyon.Lalo pa at hindi sila makontrol.

" Keep them alive for 1 minute! If mission will accomplished there will be a reward that you want and a hard sanction for those who fail!" Ang huling paalala ng trainer.

Ang sunod nitong sinabi ay ang first set na sasabak. Its a good thing dahil hindi pa ako napasama don, mapag aralan ko pa ang maging galaw ng subjects at assasins sa arena. They are testing our capability in handling mission to protect and dealing with uncontrollable situations.