to look for a leader, but they all quickly move around the room until we are surrounded by a big crowd, and each one of them is staring at us like the enemy. I'm smart enough to know I can't trust a single one of them in here. Some of the people in here are mass murderers or worse. Every single god, creature or monster in here is a threat to me now, though all these people look normal, not one creature or monster in sight. Maybe they don't do welcome parties. Suddenly, they all fall to their knees, bowing their heads and leaving a gap in front of one of the closed doors. It reminds me of that horror movie my brothers tricked me into watching once. It did not end well for the people in the middle of the circle, that’s for sure.
The door slowly opens, and a tall man walks out with his hands behind his back. The man is well over six foot, looking like a damn giant. He has long black hair that is plaited at the back of his head and lightly swings as he walks. I have to admit, even though this guy is hella scary, he is damn hot in his tight black top and black jeans with a leather belt. His heavy boots slam on the stone as he walks around us, circling us as he seems to be thinking. I hope he is thinking about letting us go and not murdering us. He rubs his smooth chin with one of his large hands as he chooses to stop right in front of Killian, and I see the axe strapped to his back from this angle. The axe has double blades that catch the fire light in the room, and they look deadly.
"The gods of justice, I presume. You both look just like your father," the man says, though he doesn’t seem to want a real answer as he smirks.
"You've been in here that long? Our father died over fifty years ago," Killian replies. "Then again, we never locked you in here, so that would make sense."
"Your father didn’t lock me in here, boy. You did lock many, many of us in here though," the man says, still keeping that grin on his face. "Many of my friends want to chop you up and eat you. Why should I stop them?"
"Because that's gross," I mutter, catching the big guy’s attention. Dammit. I don’t want him to think I’m with these idiots. He slowly walks over to me, stopping extremely close as I arch my head to look up at him. All I can smell is rosewood drifting off him, and his purple eyes are something else entirely. They look like stars in a purple night sky.
"Gross you say?" he asks. "Now, now. Who are you?"
"Karma Kismet. You are?" I ask. Know your enemy and all that.
"Storm Cyncus. Welcome to our own personal hell, and if you survive the test, maybe we can get a drink together," he states, not waiting for my response before walking away. What an asshole. His name sounds familiar, but I’m so pissed off and scared I can’t think why right now.
"Take them to the cells. The test begins tomorrow!" Storm yells, and the people cheer like he is amazing or some shit before rushing to us. I scream as two men grab me, lifting me up in the air, and more hands start to carry me out of the room. I struggle to escape their grip, but it does nothing to stop them as they carry me. They continue to cheer and shout about this test, like it is the bee's knees, as I look over to see they have Killian and Seth in the same way. The people lower me down a little to slide through the door and into the bright light of the other side.
My mouth drops open at the inside of the place as they carry us across a bridge. It's levels and layers of homes, streets and bridges built into the mountain around it. Big bright lights hang at the very top of the prison, looking like a sun, but we are too far away for me to see what it is. Flowers, scrubs, trees are everywhere between the metal homes; with their wooden doors and wooden bridges, it looks magical in here. Did we come to the wrong prison? Because honestly everything is not what I expected. The place is