"Come now, there's no need for violence. Do as the guards say; I agree, we could be released."
He crosses his arms and takes two steps forward.
"Despite how confused I am, I would defintely enjoy getting out of this situation. Take me as well."
He crosses his arms and takes two steps forward.
"Despite how confused I am, I would defintely enjoy getting out of this situation. Take me as well."
A boy would be carried in by guard, the guards throwing me to the ground.
He would stumble to his feet
`` Ugh.... My head... ``
`` Ugh.... My head... ``
`` Why are you in a place like this...? ``
My voice trembling.
My voice trembling.
`` Well, that answers my question. `` I'd Roll My Eyes
I'd look out the window.
`` Are we in space....? ``
`` Are we in space....? ``
`` So, if I am correct; we are in a cell thing, inside of the middle of space? ``
Dylan looked over at the newcomer. "Red, that is your name? Interesting." He pondered the name. He had never heard of someone being named after a color. "And it does seem that we are in a cell in the middle of space. There is sort of an...arena, down below. You can see it through there." He pointed to the barred window.
"An arena?" he ran to the window"Yea you are right"
he noticed what that meant"I DONT WANT TO GO!!!"
"Calm down, sir." Dylan's voice hardened slightly. He walked over to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "The sooner we comply with these guards, the sooner we will know what is going on." His voice softened, and he blinked a few times. "I am sorry, that was...out of line." He took the hand off Julius's shoulder, stepping back.
"But they are going to make us fight each other!!"
"I dont want to fight"he slowly fell to the floor crying
"How old are you?" The Russian asked. In his lifetime, he had seen lots of combat, being a soldier for twenty years or so. He was used to it, but, depending on Julius's age, he may have never been in a fight, even a minor one.
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