Prisoner (Mcyt x Dream)

Chapter 3 - Challenges happened or later?

Ever since that day, Stampy and I became very close, like an actual family. But in the end, it's just all my fault.

   I shouldn't even have talked to him, it's all my fault. I left him dead, it's all my fault. Why am I even assigned with him as cellmates..? Everything is just my fault, mother's death, and now my new family is dead too. I want to cry out loud I WANT TO SCREAM.... 

I was just walking to the field for training, with all the other kids that grew up with me. The guard, our trainer, was not there. Everybody was getting thoughts in their head. Just a second later they started cheering and shouting, "Guard's not here! Free day for us!!!". At first I was relieved because it was our first free day in 5 years. But the whole atmosphere changed just a glance to the right. Behind those iron bars theres Stampy kneeling on the floor, handcuffed. A gun pointed to his head directly into the brain. My jaw dropped, mouth forming into an "o". Pushes others away with my head losing thoughts, "No... Not again.. please, PLEASE!". just when I grabbed the iron bar with my hand being stabbed in the spike, "BANG.". His body dropped to the floor, blood splashed out from his head, a bit to my face. I was too late. I didn't even got to say his name one last time. "Mother..." 

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I let go of the iron bar having spikes stuck in my hand. My knees were very weak, it was like the bottom part of my body is just frozen. I dropped to the floor. A gentle, soft smile from mother I noticed as i look up. This time, I can't even hold back my tears when being an emotionless boy. His and my tears dripped onto the floor, panting. Just when getting into slumber of blank thoughts, I overheard the guards' conversation. "This Stampy boy is just a clown, defending a kid with no future that was going to be beaten up." "Well, then what did it lead to his death?" "There were about 7 guard forcing him to let go, but he refuses." "Heh, such a hero, even to a lifeless kid. And now he's dead." 

Are you serious...? What... He's just the same as mother! again.....AGAIN....! THEY ARE JUST TOO KIND.... they are just too kind....... this is ridiculous. "If they want to live like a hero, then DIE LIKE ONE.." no.. they are not hero or anything.. they are just a human, like us! They just have different personalities.. and of course, OF COURSE EVERYBODY THAT CARED FOR ME DIED. EVERYBODY EVER CARED ARE JUST TOO KIND. Just stop this nonsense already.. I'll sleep, alright? If I just sleep and wake up it will all be gone, right? RIGHT?!

 I guess.. this place is so called..

a "hell".

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I curled myself and cry myself to sleep. But just before that, a pair of ruby red eyes caught my green emerald eyes, is it hope..? Let's just hope so...

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7 years later

Annnnnnnd there we go, "Happy Birthday!...." silence continue, as i blow the candle on the muffin. Just as took up the muffin begin to eat, the door of my cell was knocked. "Prisoner #127, you are going to be changing to the other side of the prison, Patch Side." as the guard waiting in front of the iron bars. Patch Side? Such a weird name.. I hope there will be more freedom there than here. I packed my stuff and wore my mask, as usual. "Ready." the guard opens the door for me to be release from the home that my family lived. I marched down the hallway while eating the birthday muffin with some other prisoner and the guard leading us. It was a very long walk, no wonder the prison is so massive. 

Again, the ruby eyes were staring at me in the shadow, I don't know where is he but i just, feel it..?

We were again, leaded to a place. We were standing in front of rooms in a hallway beside the bigger training field. "Well, this is your cell. We will assign you guys into different cell after you ate your training." the guard left. Wait. CELLS? THIS GOOD LOOKING ROOM IS A CELL FOR US??? WhaT.

After getting the random thoughts off my head i changed into a tight turtleneck for training. Hey, its not that hot that time okay. We were told to have guns lesson as soon we reach there. Wore my black gloves, taken a pistol. Boom, three bullseye, thanks for the years of training. Applause and judgements were onto me, I kinda feel proud but at the same time I didn't want that attention. Its just like an attention seeker with a proud face behind the mask. "That was a very well done performance, beside guns what are your strongest weapon?" I did not say a word but took a crossbow and axe that was lying against the wall. The trainer was signalling me to show him. And again, all bullseye from a crossbow and the axe thrown to the target, hitting the middle. There were whispering behind me "This boy is definitely getting S or SS rank, he has broke the record of getting all bullseye from a crossbow and even an axe.." "such a flexer, he doesn't even talk." "He's the only one who got bullseye not everything, skill or luck is it?" I ignore the last part and thought, ranks? 

Ranks

It's just like highschool with all those titled students, the good students, bullies, punks, playboy, teacher's pet and a lot more. 

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Rank C-

Being titled, the "Weaks". Half of them probably died in training session.

Rank B-

A rank that everybody will get if they can handle at least one weapon well. It is like a beginner rank, need to be taught a lot. Can be dropped down from B to C if have problem with using weapons. Or even fist.

Rank A-

Its just like rank B, but have combat moves on enemies. Combat moves will be taught in Rank B, but getting in here the moves need to be better. This rank has the most people.

Rank S-

This is a rank where the person learned all of the combat moves, and a rank for those who have been in war and survived once. This rank has the permission to create own combat move. It has quite a few number of people in this rank.

Rank SS-

"Legends". A person with an SS rank is basically legend in everything, weapons and fist fighting. This is like those special fightman in a battle, being release at the last moment to strike powerful last attacks. This rank has the most less people in, its very hard to get in when starting in Rank C.

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"Prisoner #127, Dream. Rank, SS."

"Oh? It's just his first day here in the other side of this prison, Patch Side and already gotten an SS rank? Ah.. my puppets are gaining, also the time to have some kind of.. challenges, for them to face, eh?"

"It will be very great for him to show what he can do in front of the god of all, Technoblade."