~Rhys~
I knew of only two things...the watchful stares and the overpowering harsh lighting of the room. A man was gesturing to me and out to the crowd of onlookers.
"Look at this fine specimen, well built and suited for any needed task. He wears a special collar to ensure he has no way of transforming. I'll start the bidding at $500!"
The previous murmurs grew to an uproar; a few stood shouting prices while waving cards at a frantic pace. I stood only in a pair of slacks as they choose me over like a cut of meat. I began to reflect on why I was in such a place...an auction of stolen goods. I caught the sight of a single person...her eyes were cold and indifferent...like all the others.
Then I was back staring through a barbwire fence, ankle-deep in mud as a merciless downpour soaked through paper thin attire. Men watched from towers above as another select few patrolled the grounds.
The cold set into my bones like an eternal frostbite. I convulsed every so often my body not well suited for the chill. Head to toe, I was a wreck; though I was in good shape. My skin was covered in bruises from the lashing of rifles.
Five Weeks I had been imprisoned here after being picked up off the street during the ever frequent raids.
I was not disillusioned and in no way could be...I knew where I was. Many others told us that we would be put to work...
and we were...back breaking labour hauling bricks and lumber. But there was sinister intent behind their false promises of freedom.
The world was in a second holocaust and we were the victims.
I stood on the side of two lines, shackled to keep from escape. I looked ahead at the poor souls in front of me; they were frail and too weak or sickly to do work. All women and children were forced into there too. It would be a quick trip for them and it made me ill just thinking of it.
I had a much different journey ahead of me. We were told to discard of our over shirts and sprayed down with fire hoses; cleaning us of the filth we acquired in the dismal living conditions and thrown hastily and brutally into trucks, we were taken with no real idea of what awaited us. Gagged and cuffed, to ensure we caused no trouble to our captors.
I cursed the iron chain locked around my neck which paralyzed me with high voltage prohibiting me from transforming; the chances of escape were dwindling as I continued to weigh my options.
We came to a stop...throwing me into the door of the van. I barely had time to collect my wits before the doors were thrown open blinding me temporally. I was heaved from the floor of the cab and forced to walk stumbling a bit over the unsteady surface. I blinked a few times as we went into an interior building, the walls and floor were that of cold concrete; I shifted my feet uncomfortable as much as my shackles would allow. A chain was clicked to my collar and I was quickly tossed against a wall and the opposite end attached to a hook.
I pulled testing my distance along moving a foot at best. I relaxed for the first time that seemed in a long time. I chewed on my lip with an anxiousness lingering. But I could only sit for only a few minutes before a guard dragged me to my tired feet once again.
I was back staring into those dead eyes as I was standing on the stage once again, he watched me dully before a flash of something sinister gleamed. He arose and held up his hand, sight never leaving me.
"$6,000 to #85 Mr. Albert Walker"
Murmurs floated around but no one seemed willing to risk it.
"Sold!"
With that my fate was sealed. I let a grim smile befall me as my owner; tch it let a bad taste in my mouth. He approached giving me an up and down sort of judging look.
"You'll do I guess. Name?"
"Rhys Hansen."
"Shut up, you're only Hansen from now on." He turned huffily. "Now get in the car."
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Blargh this sucks. MORE TO BE REVEALED I SUPPOSE :00
