# The Warriors

Author: SrA havenofimage
Tags: Bison, Clean, Handcuffs, Male, No-Yiff, Prison, Weasel, murder, story idea

#1 of The Warriors

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&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I've been trying to work on my other stories and such, but every time I sit down to write, the words for this story come into my head rather than for Rocky Mountain Times or Fallout.&nbsp; So, I decided to get them down on paper so, at least, they won't be floating around my thoughts any more.&nbsp; I may write one or two more chapters of this, it all depends.&nbsp; I probably will never finish it though.&nbsp; Let me know what you think if you get a chance.

Chapter 1

Prisoner 2719A8

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A large bison sat at a steel table, a stack of paper to either side of him.&nbsp; As an inmate was led away from the table by two guards, the bison took a red maker and made an "X" on the sheet in front of him before placing it on the pile to his right.&nbsp; He then removed a sheet from the left examined it through reading glasses for a moment before looking up.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Bring number two seven one nine alpha eight," He called in a deep, yet soothing voice, to an unseen figure at the door.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Moments later, a weasel was walked into the room, flanked by two bears.&nbsp; He was clothed in bright orange pants and matching t-shirt.&nbsp; Dark brown, almost black fur covered the top of his face and back of his arms, while brilliant white fur clad his neck, lower face, and paws.&nbsp; They shoved him into a char which was bolted to the cement floor.&nbsp; One of the guards chained his handcuffs to the table and his feet to the stool before they both turned and silently left.&nbsp; The wolf stared across the table through black eyes at the Bison who was still reading the paper in front of him.&nbsp; Eventually, the latter put the document down and gazed across at him.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You are Alexander Kemp."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It was a statement not a question, but the weasel still replied "Yes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Do you mind if I call you Alex?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes, I do mind."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What would you like to be called?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I go by Xander now."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Okay... Xander.&nbsp; I'm just going to be asking a few questions.&nbsp; I'd appreciate your response."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander remained silent.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "How long have you been in here?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Three years, four months, a week, six days, ten hours," he glanced at his watch, "and twenty eight minutes."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bison raised his eyebrows in surprise.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You didn't want to the second did you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No, that's fine.&nbsp; How much longer you got?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Until they decide to let me out, which will probably be never."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why do you say that?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Do you have any idea how rare it is for the courts to review someone's case once they get sent to a place like this one?&nbsp; No, I'd better continue to make myself I home.&nbsp; I'm here till I die, or they kill me."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I see.&nbsp; If you don't mind me asking, what did you do to get sent here?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander glanced at the document which sat between him and guessed at what it was.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Since you already know everything about my incarceration, no, I don't mind.&nbsp; I killed my brother.&nbsp; He used to call me Alex.&nbsp; That's why I don't let people call me that."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Why'd you kill him?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The ferret laughed, "You know, it seemed so important at the time, what we started the fight about, and now I can't remember."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The fight?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah... my bother Kyle and I got into this big argument.&nbsp; Like I said, I don't remember what about, but it started to get nasty.&nbsp; Pretty soon a punch was thrown, which lead to a full brawl between the two of us.&nbsp; He pulled a knife on me and probably would have killed me, but I was able to knock it away.&nbsp; I got my paws around his neck."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander looked down at his cuffed paws, a look coming across his face as if he were watching the scene all over again.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I got lost in the rage and adrenaline.&nbsp; When I came to my senses, I was kneeling over Kyle, still choking him.&nbsp; I let go immediately, but he was already dead.&nbsp; I loved my brother.&nbsp; I don't know what came over me that day.&nbsp; After I killed him, I sat next to his body and cried for... who knows how long.&nbsp; Finally I called the Police and told them what I had done.&nbsp; My parents came home to find three cop cars sitting out front and me being led away.&nbsp; The last I saw of Kyle he was laying on the floor of my old house, a raven feather sitting on his chest.&nbsp; No idea where the feather came from.&nbsp; They didn't even let me go to his funeral."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander finished the story, laughing weakly, but tears had filled his eyes as he remembered the act.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You turned yourself in?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; I knew what I had done and have regretted it every moment of my life since.&nbsp; What else was there to do?&nbsp; I could have killed myself, but I didn't feel like it at the time... so here I am."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "At the time? &nbsp;How about now?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't know, this place changes us.&nbsp; I don't think I could kill myself, but I don't think I'd mind dying."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It says here that your brother was a Marine, Special Forces?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, that's right.&nbsp; So?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "They aren't easy to kill."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So give me a fucking medal."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That's not what I meant.&nbsp; You see, truth is, I came here today to present you with an opportunity.&nbsp; An opportunity to get out of here."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander looked up, his full attention on the bison.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Have you heard of... The Arena?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You weren't kidding when you asked if I was willing to commit suicide were you?" he replied laughing, "What, have you run out of gangsters and mercs to kill each other?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "You don't seem like the type to take a lot of BS, so I'll be perfectly frank.&nbsp; We're running low on victims.&nbsp; As you probably know, there are in fact three teams who compete in an Arena round.&nbsp; Only two of them ever win though.&nbsp; The third team is a buffer, comprised of individuals such as yourself, who we give the opportunity to.&nbsp; Individuals who can no longer stand living in prison and will take any means to get out.&nbsp; Even if that means getting killed in front of millions of spectators."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Xander chuckled silently as he listened to this.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Would you be interested in participating in The Arena?&nbsp; Three time winners are offered a ticket out of here?

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Really?&nbsp; Three time winners?&nbsp; Fighting on the team that never wins?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The bison stared at him expectantly.&nbsp; Xander took a deep breath, contemplating a myriad of options.&nbsp; Finally he made eye contact.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I guess it beets being stuck in here.&nbsp; If I'm going to die a convict, may as well get it over soon."

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The large figure simply nodded and motioned to the door.&nbsp; The guards returned, unchained Xander from the table and lead him out of the room.&nbsp; The bison made a mark in a box on the form and placed it on the pile to his right.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Bring number two seven two four November six."

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