The Rings

"7"-Prologue Pt. 3

Luck is not always on your side when you most need it.

In another room we have a kusarigama hanging from the end of it small ring to fit your hand through; and in the middle of the room next to the kusarigama. A young girl sitting in a meditative state. Stillness sets in the room making it feel empty. It seem like no one was even present inside without hearing nothing. The girl had soft smooth skin, her hair loosely tied together while the color shined a dark green and black. She had wraps of cloth on her hands, feet, and around her abdomen. Wearing also a white loose shirt that hang off one shoulder with the bottom half cut off. A red scarf that was torn from some red fabric was tied around her waist. The hanging piece laying down beside her right side. She had loose white sweatpants on with wraps fasten from the bottom of her feet to the top of her ankle.

As a small buzz through the air makes it way across the room. Startling the young kid awake. She looks to see the inward wall in front of her. Slowly she starts to stand up to get more layout of her surroundings. She turns to her right to see the lines that have some purpose to the room.

As she goes to look behind her seein the outward wall. The wall had a small craving of the young girl. She stares at it intently wondering who craved that? She turns to the next wall and sees it has the same lines as the other. "So I'm in a room. Alone. I don't hear any other sound except from that buzz a few minutes ago." She thought to herself. She closes her eyes and tries to remember anything from before here.

Then the the Lady in Blue appeared in her mind. " Hello, number 7. We have been waiting for you to wake you up for sometime. We are eager to see how well you can do. Please choose an item off the left side of the room. Survive young one!" Said the Lady in Blue before she disappeared.

The little girl turned to her left side to see the wall beginning to open to a section in the wall. Inside of it are three items. A backpack, a katana, and a box with a heart monitor showing a sign of life inside. The box stood about five foot tall and 4 foot wide.

As she grabs just the backpack and straps them on she listens closely inside the box. She heard only a slight breathing pattern make it's way through the box. The girl is amazed that she can hear and sense such things. Beginning to try and find a way to open the box. She looks to one side of the box to see a small keypad and a keyhole. "Interesting. Let's see if a code and key are inside this bag." She tells herself as she begins to take the bag off to search inside. Inside the bag was only the one flashlight, a box of matches, a journal, a pen, and one key.

She takes the key and the journal out. As she was beginning to open the book she sees it has a lock on it as well. Looking at the keyhole at both the box and journal to see which one would work for it. Before she could decide to open it the outward wall begun to open. The little girl quickly threw the key and journal back inside the bag before the wall open completely to reveal a man in a two piece black suit. The man's skin was unbelievably white to complexion and look dead in the eye.

" Strange way to hide yourself with a decoy." 7 said outward towards the faint heartbeat she heard before she saw the man. She knew that person there was just to be a decoy to deceive her. As she stated this another figure reappear out of no where behind her and strikes her down towards the right wall. "Hmm another kid. Why do they have kids here?" The figured stated to himself in a low tone. As she gasps for her breath back. Looking towards the man she sees he stood over her at least 4 feet taller than her. She was measly the age of 15 and was quite small for her age. Though she was slammed to the ground she took her stance up while brushing her one loose hair behind her ear.

The man step back to get a good look at the girl, and also, the girl doing the same. He was white skin, around close to age 40, and bald. His eyes were white with no pupils. He had no shirt and was intimidating by the bare sight of his battle scars on his muscles still fresh. His pants were to tattered to be considered pants. His feet look to be burned and bruised. He had a stiff look on his face to show that he is very serious about fighting.