Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-24141785-20151227105928

Garrett had slung himself down by a wall, curling himself up into a ball. The man twisted and turned in his sleep, and it was obvious he was reliving the past...

A few years ago, back in Philadelphia...



"And...Off. We. Go."

A sound of screaming echoed throughout the ports, ruining the once peaceful atmosphere. As the sun started to fully reveal itself, nothing could be heard but the fanatic laughter of a man. Standing over the corpse of a slave, the new 'Shepherd' had sucessfully eviserated his first kill, and was taking pride it in.

''They... They fucking killed Kyle...Kyle...''

"Oh, cheer up guys and gals." The Shepherd smirked, walking over to the group of slaves. They were slumped down in a pen; like animals. "We still have a long day ahead of us, so turn that frown, upside down: otherwise, I'll do it myself."

Garrett would've spat in the man's face, if he wasn't already afraid of getting burnt and beaten: this was his punishment for trying to escape...

"You've ruined our fucking lives... There is no point!" One of the slaves somberly replied. That was Ronald. While he wasn't the strongest, and he wasn't the fittest, he was certainly the smartest: and Garrett needed him if they ever tried a revolt. "You're a fucking mons..."

"I'm sorry, but what the fuck did I just say?" The Shepherd growled, "Don't be so fucking depressing, even you are bringing me down."

"Fuck you, Jason."

The Shepherd, formerly known as Jason Parkerson, paused for a few seconds, his fist tightening, "What. The fuck, Did you just say to me?"

"Look, I''m not sorr..."

Before the man could finish, Jason had barged into the pen, pushing the man to the ground. Garrett slowly backed away, as did the other slaves.

"Oh, so you're not sorry then, huh?" Shepherd grinned evilly, unsheathing his crowbar. "I'll make you sorry."

The man brought down the crowbar on Ronald, a gasp of pain as it crushingly breached his neck. Jason continued, more and more blood splattering on his face, until nothing was left but a mangled corpse.

"See...I told you... Don't be such a fucking killjoy!" The Shepherd rolled back, laughing manically as he did so. His gaze had turned, when he saw Garrett whincing in the corner.

''How...No! How could he do that...Why...''

"Hey, boy!" Shepherd called, rising to his feet. "Tell me, what's your name?"

After hesitating for a few moments, Garrett complied. "My name is E2..."

"No, not that." Shepherd hastily replied, "Your actual name, the one you were born with."

"...G-Garrett."

"Huh." The man pondered, "Garrett, Garrett. Nice name you have, kid." Before anything could be done, Shepherd kneeled down by the boy, bringing out his knife...

"You're 16,  right?" Garrett knodded, deciding not to say anything else. "Well, Garrett, I just wanted to let you know something..."

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you kid, but I've heard from..." He pointed to Ronald, clicking his fingers. "Oh! Good old Ronald over there, that you've been scheming..."

With a click of his fingers, a few men came rushing over, grabbing the teen by his arms. "My Hounds here are going to teach you a lesson for scheming."

As the men dragged Garrett away into a concealed room, the teen let out a simple scream before being entered for an hour of hell...



The young man smacked his hand against a wall, suddenly erupting awake. He breathed heavily, looking around the room.

''There's... blood on the floor... Everyone seems fine...''

He rose to his feet, bringing out his 5.56mm pistol. Garrett looked around, before slumping back on the floor.

''I won't sleep tonight... The rest better iu''