Showtime

Act 1: The beginning

Note: Tiin is the currency used in this story. And despite a lack of updates and whatnot. This story will be continued when I have time.

'Showtime!' He thought, his heart racing faster than a train. The darkness in the small room began to fade as the curtains were pulled. Sam's eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light, his light blue hair almost glowing in the bright light. The bars of his cage became much more apparent to him as he looked upon the masked crowd. Sam fidgeted under the critical gaze of the crowd, their eyes judging every little detail of the small, skinny male, his short blue hair, the tattered, dirty clothing he wore. He tried to think back to when he was first captured, he could barely remember it, after all he was so young at the time. All he can remember about that day was the screaming, the deafening screams still haunt his every dream.

After approximately 10 minutes, give or take, a large, chubby male stepped out from the shadows, he was wearing a dapper black suit with a bowler hat, a cane in hand for seemingly no reason other than to look theatrical. This man took a deep breath before addressing the crowd "Greetings esteemed guests! And welcome to our auction. I am your auctioneer for the evening. And up first we have this fine specimen, It's 16 years old, a hard worker despite it's appearance, although it has a bit of an attitude. We will start bidding at 250 Tiin."
Sam stared out at the crowd, pulling against the chains which kept him from escaping. After a while he noticed someone, someone who stood out from the crowd, they didn't wear a mask, but they did wear a white bandana which hid the top of their head, contrasting from their dark green hair. This person was tall, with a scar on their face, the scar covered the area around their piercing green eyes. This person seemed different from the rest, how they stood was different, how they looked around, their gaze, their appearance. Almost as soon as Sam thought this the auctioneer bellowed the words "Sold to the black haired man with the ornate red mask!"

Shortly after this the curtains Sam felt something prick his neck before falling unconscious. The last word he heard was faint, but it was unmistakably the word "Showtime." The voice, even though it was faint, had a strong tone.

The man who stood out (who from here on out shall be referred to as Mystery Man. For now at least) slipped into the shadows. Undetected.
Sam had been placed in a van, ready to be transported by the buyer. As soon as this buyer strolled up to the van, a red stain appeared on his white suit, a red stain that grew larger and larger, darker and darker, and soon enough. He fell. A pool of blood forming around his body. The Mysterious Man from before stepped out of the shadows, taking a moment to check for anyone else before opening the back of the van, cutting the metal bars of the cage using a pen sized device he pulled from his pocket. Afterwards he would cut the chains from Sam, mumbling something to himself before lifting Sam and carrying him away.

Sam awoke to find himself lying on the cold ground, feeling a slight breeze upon his cheek. His eyes fluttered open to see the Mysterious man sitting in the corner, the green eyes of this man were fixed upon Sam, calming for some strange reason.
The man stood up and walked over to the now awake Sam, kneeling next to the blue haired Male.
"Don't worry. You're safe now. Relax." The Mysterious man stated in a calm, relaxed tone.
"Who... Who are you?" Sam replied timidly, worried about who this man was, and where he currently was, and why he was there of course.
"42" The man would answer calmly, crossing his arms before standing up again.
"What?"
"You heard me."

And this is the end of the first Act. Who is this Subject 42. What will happen to Sam. You probably don't even care. But find out in the next Acts of their story. Find out when the curtains open once more.