merciless {arrows}

[knuckles]

His nails dug into the tiled floor. Chained inside a cage pinned away from the rest of the world because he was criminal. A threat to the population. Yet he didn't see himself that way. It was a spur of the moment treatment. Not a single bit of guilt lives inside of him - it never has, and never will. His dark eyes focus on the dim light leading through the halls between the cells. Time ceased to exist for days upon days. His knee throbs where a bullet went straight through it. He was sure an infection had set in, but not a single person in the entire world cared. So what if a criminal lost his leg? It wasn't a big deal. Especially for the rest of the world. The world was safer with him being handicapped.

Each hour throughout the day a sound of boots marching in step with one another echo across the walls. Panic sweeps through the area, except Indigo doesn't panic. A large grin twists across his face as he hears the screams. Tension rises so high into the air, he could cut clean through it with a butter knife. Why fear them? Wasn't that what they wanted? Indigo wasn't afraid because pain only lasted temporarily. It was there, then it was gone. He listened to the boots, and each time they stopped, he scanned outside his cell to find he was alone. A door clicked open, and some poor soul was taken away. The screams was music to his ears. And today it happened again. The peacekeepers marched through the halls, and the wicked grin spread across his face, and it didn't go away.

Not even when the peacekeepers stopped in front of his cell.

"Is it my turn to play?" He asked with his head cocked sideways as the door slammed open. They rushed in grabbing him dragging him from the corner he was resting in. Chains were strapped tightly around his wrists almost shutting the blood flow off completely. A bag was placed over top his head, yet the darkness wasn't new. His life had been lived in the darkness especially the most recent days he was trapped in the detention center. He listened as the door was slammed shut behind him.

His body leaped forward as they drug him away from the cell down into the depths of the halls. Small bursts of laughter bellowed from inside leaking through the bag into the open. And he kept going until they forced him to stop. His feet stood steadily underneath him as he was turned in a different direction.

The wind from the doors opening swept through the air forcing the bag to turn around his head. It was a nice feeling knowing that he was being treated like a low life scum because perhaps that's all he was. The door slammed behind him. Indigo tried to figure out where he was, but with the bag shielding his view, he had nothing. For all he knew he could be standing in front of a firing squad with guns aimed ready to kill.

"Oh come on. This isn't how the games goes." He laughed. His future was bleak, but for the time being, Indigo was content making their lives a living hell. Little did he know the roles would be reversed in just a few moments.