Battle Born Vagabond Prequel

Chapter 11: Just another day in paradise: Bōkun Reaux: May 23, 4996

  My wake up time as set by me is around 0900 my underlings have been busy as early as 0430 when they're not on a mission and that's the way I like it. They are tired and I'm just chilling up in my penthouse mansion. Screens in every room each displaying my different battles on the field I earned my way to the top and no one can tell me different. I'm the warden and that's the way I'm going to keep it until my son forces me to step down when he gets the ranking points. He will take about a decade before that happens. Good.

I walk to the intercom and make my morning announcements. "To the soldier in my army: keep doing what you're doing we're the 2nd strongest nation in the remaining 17.
To the civilians, your time is coming train in both body and mind.
To the martyr, there are reasons why no one knows who you are I hope you die in your hole.
To the prophets, my son, you need to step it up if you're going to even touch the shoes you need to fill. Good luck son you're going to need it.
To the liars, fuck you.
To the honest, I'm guessing this is everyone, thank you.
To the leaders, remember to train not just the body but the mind.
To the pariahs, remember you aren't as good as you think you are, no matter who you are; you'll need friends on the battlefield someday. And if you don't open up, you won't be all you can be and others will not depend on you. Good fucking luck.
To the messiah, you don't exist, there's no single person uprising, there's no spy, there's no redeemer if there is you will be executed with my bare hands. I miss the thrill of battle. Make my day. Make my day.
To the farmers: why did you stop working you know better! If you're tired go eat some of the crops I allow you to have so you don't contaminate my soldier's crops. If you're sober enough to understand that they're bad for you the soldiers watching over you will just shoot you on sight. Do what you're told slaves, former soldiers who defied me and prisoners of war you deserve your punishment.
To any plumbers/electricians please come to my penthouse I'm having problems, I'm awarding 5000 points to the first one who is here, and he also gets the job, fight for the job if you want or talk it out. I won't be there immediately and also one more thing, in a week is my birthday, if it is your birthday as well you get it off from missions and work. I want my son to be here with me though as I turn 46. Make sure he is here with me that day."

Afterward I go about my day, first the prisoners in the jail devoid of light even during meal time, in there 24 hours a day 7 days a week waiting for a farmer to die. The lowest of the low. See if we have any more of them, sometimes during missions, I make it a requirement to bring back the other soldiers alive. We use their DNA so we don't start getting retarded children which still happens on occasion because the men in there don't know who their sister, aunt, cousin or mother are. Free for all system that my father made as a fucking joke but no one remembers how it was done before so I can't fix it. But it's more fun to watch this mayhem anyways. My elevator in my bedroom is programmed to go: shower, closet (today I feel like wearing my bright blue suit), then to the prison. They can hear me coming because I choose to wear shoes that have metal so I echo on the granite hallways. Everyone that knows me as a prisoner hopes I'm not their reaper that day I do that on occasion keep my reputation up, keep my spirits up. I love when they beg makes me feel like a boy again.

Today there's 7 new prisoners, so I am given a pair of keys by the 2 guards on duty. I know these halls but so they can see me and I can see them I take 2 flashlights. I find my 7 new bodies they're the only ones still yelling or crying about being in the dark they haven't adjusted or accepted. I go to the one trying to take off the door by tackling it.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?"

"Who are you, you don't sound like the guys I usually deal with here"

"Oh little old me, I'm the warden of this prison you are now in. don't you like it?"

"Fuck no, I can't see, fuck I'm a prisoner of war"

I pass a flashlight through the slot I opened to talk to him. "Here you go, let there be light."

He turns it on and looks at my face "You look so tired, so very tired."

"I have the weight of the world on my shoulders, I macro manage this entire place. As well as 3 other cities in my nation. This prison being a very small part that I take enjoyment because there's no joy or hope here. Any attempted escape is dealt with through death, any defiling of the guards and they don't feed you for a week, and you might die from that I kind of look the other way."

"Why are you keeping us here?"

"You become workers on the farm, and then you get to see the artificial sun all the time as you work until you die. 48 hours a week, 6 days a week on the 7th day you eat food that helps me keep you brainwashed keep you working. I turn on my flashlight, "you through your food all over the place, I'll get you another tray."

I leave and have the guards get him an extra try. When I come back, I hear a loud thud, that one soldier of Texas got out. He runs into a wall so I know exactly where he is. I kick when I know he is there I snap right through his femur and he cries out. I hear him still scrapping to get out. Then I get another flashlight and bring it to another soldier who has not had their spirit broken while carrying this soldier by his hair dragging him on the ground.

"Hey Texan"

"Who the fuck are you? Please be the guy who can help us all. I don't know who escaped, please I hate it here."

"Call me the reaper" I hear the people in other cells starting to murmur in fear. "Your buddy here almost escaped."

"That's my dad, let him go!" I shove his dad's face to the slot best I can.

"Look at daddy!" He starts to cry seeing his dad in that much pain. "Say your goodbyes."

I see the shadow of an arm come out of the slot and caress the side of his head then ball into a fist. "I love you dad"

The guy who escaped says in defeat" I love you too soon."

I slam my hand through his back grabbing his intestine and ripping them out while keeping them intact. And I stick the handful I got through the slot "give your dad a hug for the last time."

His cries become distant like he is sitting on the other side of his 5 meters by 1.5-meter cell. "No sir, I'll be good."

I bump into a guard as I'm trying to leave.

"I'm sorry sir; I didn't see you in the dark here.

"Oh you're that idiot, I'm surprised you haven't learned by now, Call me Bōkun. I'm here every day at this time."

"Yes, Bōkun."

"Better, but too formal. Here's this guy" I take his hand and give him the almost dead guy's hair. 

"I want this guy to know real pain in his last minutes alive. I want him boiled for 10 minutes then given some steroids anally then have him cooked in the oven for an hour. If he still lives, catapult him."

"If he dies do you want him to be served to yourself or the soldiers?"

"Neither, he will be given to these prisoners as a message."

I walk out after all that and change my suit to a Silver and gold suit since I got too much blood on my favorite one. I'll just have a tailor make me a new one. Looking back, all I think to myself be "life is good."

Looking at the farm is very much uneventful. So I go back to watching my son training. This makes me proud as a father, seeing my son work so hard to take my spot the way I asked him to.