Kill All Men

Chapter Two

The travel from my home to the next destination is a blur. I didn't see a thing after I was thrown into the car, but when I woke up, when my eyes finally opened, nothing was familiar to me. White walls surrounded me. I tried to move my arms but failed. My arms were strapped down to the wheelchair I was being pushed on. I look behind me and see a girl in a nurses suit. Large, gray metal doors are all along both sides of the walls that locked from the outside.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask. My voice close to a whisper but loud enough for her to hear me. She ignored my question and continued to push me down what seemed to be an endless hallway. She stops in front of a black metal door and unlocked it, pushing me into the room. When she removed the straps placed onto my wrists, I tried and stand but fell straight to my knees. The metal door closed and all source of light was taken from me. I was sitting in complete and total darkness when I start to hear ear shredding screams and sobbing women. It wasn't until then that I noticed I was in a psych ward.
I'm left with nothing but my own inner demons and thoughts. I just went through something detrimental and when I confided in someone I loved, my own mother, I was tosses away like a rabid dog in shitty pound. One of the worst things that could ever happen to someone happened to me and no one believed me. Nobody even thought of helping a twelve year old girl out.
At a young age, I realized how screwed up the world really was.

I laid myself down on the cold ground and curled into a ball, letting myself drift off into a slumber.
I shot up from my sleep when I heard booming pounds on the metal doors. When the door opens, male and female nurses yanked me off of the floor and chained both of my hands together over my head. I fought against it with every fiber of my being but didn't succeed. A man with a table of needles approaches me. Each of the six doctors took a needle in their hands. When the sharp object broke my skin, I busted into tears. I screamed from the depths of my own personal hell in hopes that they would stop.
When they leave the room, my entire mind went from chaos to a black hole filled with nothingness. It was like I went brain dead but could still function.
The lights were turned on from the outside switch when they came in so I can see everything. The room started to spin rapidly and uncontrollably.
The door opened once again and a familiar figure enters. A tall masculine black man walked through the door and shuts it behind him. When he gets closer, his face became clear. My biological father that I thought was gone forever stood before me in broad daylight.
"Dad?" He sat in the chair next to me. His demeanor was shaken. As if he had seen a ghost. His breath hitched as he reached out his hand to touch my strapped down one. "What are you doing here?! I thought... I thought you were dead."
"I...I can't believe I'm actually seeing you." He plays around with my 4c hair before smiling at me with tears in his eyes.
My father is the only person in my life who hadn't betrayed me. Even though I'd only just re-met him two minutes ago, he's the only man I trusted so I tell him everything that happened. Every gory detail. He is the only person who actually believed me. I could tell by the way his facial expression changed as I spoke. Although, as I confided in him, I was still looped up from whatever the hell it was the nurses put in me. Every time I'd look to the side, I'd see a figure standing there. I know it's not there but maybe if I asked him.
"Do you see that person over there?" He looks behind himself and in the direction I was fixated on. When he looks to me, that look of sorrow and disbelief devolved into a look of pity and slight annoyance. He stands from his chair and walks towards the doors. For some reason, that high feeling went away when I say him trying to leave.
"Daddy, wait! I'm sorry. That wasn't me, the doctors gave me shots and I..."
"Get some sleep, Luna." Is all that was said before the door shut and I was left alone. I had been abandoned for the third time in the span of one day. By another person I loved. I couldn't help but scream at the top of my lungs. I pull against the restraints as a way to hurt myself because I thought that I wouldn't be able to break loose, and it worked. I could feel the skin of my wrists start to rip because of the friction so I pulled harder, only for the chain to break off. When I felt the tension release and my hand fly up, I stop pulling and just watch as the blood dripped down my arm. The word escape started to shout inside of my brain.
"Escape. Escape. Escape." I unbuckled the other belt cuff on my feet. I could here the adults running to my door. I stand there, waiting for that door to swing open so I can haul ass out of here. The door clicks and the smallest ray of light hits my eyes. I dashed for the door and knocked out the person behind it. I turn left and start running. Running was significantly harder considering my hands where still chained together. I make another turn but run straight into one of the doctors. I fell to the ground and tried to run away from the man but before I could make it, he had already thrown me over his shoulder.
I wasn't put into the same room when I was caught. I was thrown into an all white room that was taller then the building itself. Hundreds of people with masks on and fancy black clothes sat in the highest parts of the room. Looking down on me. They called it The Pit. They would throw disobedient children in here when they didn't behave.
For a year, I was thrown in there but not because I was bad but for their own entertainment. Time and time again, I'd get the shit beat out of me, thrown into walls and sometimes even be used for a mans sexual pleasure. I was nothing but a rag doll to them so I had no choice but to toughen up.
I utilized my time in my dungeon of a room to work out, practice my technique and punch the walls until my knuckles were bleeding and the wall chipped. And when I got better at protecting myself, they started to bid on me. Put up money because they believed that I'd win. I became an asset for them and I hated it, but I had no choice. It was kill, or be killed. I became an emotionless, killing machine and they loved.
But that killer mentality changed for only an hour when I saw a man carrying someone over his shoulder. He dropped them to the floor and walked away. I stood there blankly, waiting for them to stand up.
"Hey, get up. Lets get this over with." I say in anger. When they stand up I realize how small they are. They were about four feet on estimate. When we made eye contact, I see that she is a girl. He gray dress was torn up. Her face and body had bruises and cuts all over. They had beaten her till she cried.
She stands there with her fists up. Her stance was sloppy and unmanageable. She's fighting with everything she had left in her. "No." I demand. I look to the stands and make eye contact with the nurse who brought me here. "I don't kill children." I put my fists down to my side and walk towards the door to leave but I'm stopped once I feel a weak punch hit my back. I turned to look and see the little girl standing behind me. "Stop, kid. You don't wanna do this."
"I will die if I do and I will die if I don't. So fight me!" She yells. She takes another swing at me but I dodge and she falls forward. I catch her in my arms and sigh. It's funny because I'm only 13 and god knows how old she is. We are both children and I'm acting as if I'm all high and mighty. I help her to her end of the stadium and walk back to mine.
If she's gonna be killed either way, I'm sure she'd rather it be me who took her life and not the men who kicked her half to death. I breath in and exhale to calm my nerves. I look to her and give her the warmest smile I could ever fester up. Her eyes gloss over and she smiles back whole heartedly.
"I'm sorry, girl."