《The Genesis Of Chaos》


 PROLOGUE

    The human being has always kept his sight in the sky, trying to find answers of what he does not understand, while maintaining a strong belief that in this are the answers to all the mysteries.


    The Universe, formed by galaxies, constellations, stars and planets, the place where everything begins and everything ends.


    In a galaxy distant from the Milky Way, home to the planet earth, where nothing seems to change, everything remains unchanged and time itself is static. If it were not for the universe undergoes constant changes and expansion. Nothing would be out of place.


    Here is a star different from all its sisters, a misshapen star, dark as tar, which emanates an even darker and more malevolent light. Like the other celestial bodies it does not show changes. the light of the dark star seems to distort the space around it with an infinite void, as something that should not be there, as something that should never have existed. but just as everything in this galaxy does not show any changes.


    In that moment when everything seems to remain unchanged for eternity, a golden light appears in this galaxy, where it has not undergone changes for thousands of years, this light very slowly begins to take a spherical shape and cover like a membrane a the dark star.


    As the light of the sphere becomes more intense, the galaxy as a whole awakens from its lethargy to join the natural changes of the Universe.


    Planets, asteroids, comets and other celestial bodies begin to experience changes, as if motivated by the awakening of their lethargy these changes are massive.


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    While the galaxy experiences these aggressive changes, a part of it shows no change. Within the sphere of light, time still seems to be stopped, as if it were not affected by the changes that occur around it.


    The more the golden light of the sphere grows, the changes in the galaxy are more aggressive, the golden sphere reaches to the point of resembling a sun made of light and gold.


    Anyone who could observe the changes that occur due to this event would be moved by this golden light that as time passes is more intense and inexhaustible. influencing all the celestial bodies of the galaxy with their light.


    The planets, stars, and other celestial bodies of the galaxy influenced by this golden light, which is superimposed on their own light, makes their brightness increase in space. that originally was empty and lifeless.


    The aggressive changes that were taking place in the galaxy, gradually began to slow down to enter a natural order.


    But this spectacular event is interrupted by a small fissure that emerges in the sphere of golden light, which very slowly begins to expand throughout the sphere without any indication of stopping, and that light that seemed inexhaustible and eternal gradually loses its color and vivacity , until it seems that it was a lie that once shone like the sun.


    As time passes, not only the sphere loses its golden light, dark spots appear in it as the harbinger of the disaster that is to come


    As the sphere of golden light begins to crack, the galaxy re-experiences the aggressive but much more violent changes.


    Like a mirror that cracks when it falls, the sphere fragments into tiny golden particles that spread throughout the galaxy and the universe.


    After the release of The Dark Star, there was no longer that which confined her to her eternal repose. The dark star begins to undergo several drastic changes, several red fissures appear in all its deformed form, which begins to present constant movements of contraction and expansion as if it were an organ.


    At the same time that this happens, the galaxy experiences serious changes, its celestial bodies gradually lose their color, their liveliness and begin to acquire shades of dark color, as if a disease were spread throughout the galaxy.


    The dark star does not stop growing and take a more malignant form. It absorbs every celestial body that touches, leading them to disintegrate and disappear, nothing remains incorrupt, everything inside the galaxy is touched by this dark star that grows without indications to stop Until it explodes and expands throughout the universe.


    This is how the genesis of chaos is born

 The Hexadrilatero

    PLANET EARTH


    In one of the most dangerous cities in the world, in a neighborhood where justice does not exist. A place where dirt covers the walls and piles up in the streets. Its inhabitants are the darkest shadows of society, it is the home of gangs, mafias, traffickers and other tumors of society. While the streets is inhabited by rats, beggars and homeless people.


    A silent place, where this silence is broken by occasional gunshots, moans and voices asking for help, you can hear the despair in those voices of knowing that no one will come to your aid. You can see the insensitivity in the eyes of the inhabitants of this city, before these voices that cry for help.


    Under this city, where most of the illicit activities take place, one of the biggest events that this city can offer was being developed. The Gladiator''s Fight


    Unlike everything that showed the city without law, this place where such events took place, had good lighting, you could see a space large enough to allow hundreds of people to be part of this event. in the center of this place a hexadrilatero of a meter to the level of the ground, covered by a mesh of a height of six meters, was raised, closing the upper part with steel bars, so that they do not leave the ring the opponent or they did not escape, there was only one door through which you can get out of this cage or this prison and this door was locked at this time. At the base of the ring, it can be observed that at some point in its best moments it was white, now it was covered by a layer of dirt and blood.


    Around the hexadrilatero, as if it were a stadium, it was surrounded by metal chairs. At this time, they were filled with hundreds of fans ranting insults, spitting and fighting in the stands. all acclaiming for what they came, they came to see blood and death.


    It was chaos, the betting money came and went from one hand to another, like alcoholic beverages and drugs, the commentator excitedly described the events that occurred in the ring, all this combined with laughter, boos, moans and applause of the fans.


    At the center of this event were two people, who at the beginning of the day never had any relationship, but fought as if their lives depended on it.


    In one corner was a middle-aged, black-skinned man in shorts and pugilist gloves. with several scars on his muscular body. the wrestler had a swollen eye and lips parted, with a cruel look ready to tear apart his opponent who has shown to be a pain in the ass, no matter how many times he hits him and knocks him down he always gets up to continue fighting.


    He considers himself a professional and future champion of "the gladiatorial struggle", ha ... he can not help but grimace and think (as this shit hurts, I''m going to need several stitches, if I have to recognize this son of a bitch is that it hits as if it had fists of stone). He also knows that on the streets this event is not known as the "gladiator fight". No, everyone knows him as a "dog fight" but he agrees with that, because that is how he survives this, fighting like animals, willing to be everything that has to be done to win, because if not You do your, your opponent will do it. Here not only the money was at stake, but also his life.


    He has knocked down many other contenders, but something is different from this opponent. He knows that if this subject were equal to the others with whom he had confronted, he would have been knocked down long ago and then beaten until he never got up again. It''s not like I had something against him, but that''s how you build a reputation in these seedy neighborhoods. But no, this guy is not like the others, he always gets up and continues fighting. He has already lost count of the times he has hit him, but despite the many times he has beaten him, looking for the most vulnerable parts, he dodges them in the last moment and avoids being knocked out.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    He feels that little by little he is getting tired of this game of cat and mouse, if he had to lengthen much more the fight could lose by resistance, although very few hits he has received from his opponent, unlike those he has given, they have been very effective and forceful.


    He knows that in a fight he should not be thinking about anything other than the fight, any carelessness can reach his fall or even worse his death, but he feels that he begins to despair to have this kind of rival, whose resistance seems inexhaustible. He is angry. He is not upset that he has not knocked down his opponent in the shortest time or if he loses at the end. No, what bothers him the most is having arrived at this for a newbie!


    In the other corner is a young man of unknown age, his whole face is swollen and bruised, what most characterizes it is a "V" shaped birthmark as a tattoo that runs from his right cheekbone, to his chin. With his toned figure, tanned skin and his height of 5.9 feet (1.8 meters), with ragged clothes and blood all over his body he looked like a bloodthirsty warrior, after a cruel fight.


    While he continues dodging and feinting for his opponent, ignoring all the insults and expletives of the fans in the stands, he concentrates on dodging the blows that are directed at the organs that can affect his senses, while observing from the corner of his eye at every opportunity that He is presented, a specific area of the stands. He waits for the signal that would end this fight.


    His name is Damiant with no last name, after all he never had one, but he did share the same surname as his brothers. Helgrint, yes, he was Damiant Helgrint that''s how his few friends knew him; and known as "son of a bitch" by fans of the Arena. He did not care about any of this, just continued to concentrate on the fight and the small moments of respite, look towards the stands, waiting for the signal to start the real fight.


    At that time a 17-year-old boy sat in the stands, in the same place where Damiant looked a few moments ago, in his hands he carried several papers, the young man had a slender figure, blond hair and was very handsome, he wore very simple and neat clothes, but you could still see the wear on all your clothes. he moved confidently and elegantly; while he maintained an attitude that bordered on arrogance, the most fascinating thing about this young man were his eyes of different colors, the young man had the anomaly of heterochromia, his left side eye is blue, while his right eye is green .


    His slender figure, his beautiful features and his confidence captivated to the few women in the Arena without differentiation of ages, and attracted more than disgust for the male gender. At the time of his appearance robbery more than a look of both sexes in the sand, while moving without giving importance to the looks of fascination and hate that he received from the public and only came to sit as if nothing of what was happening around him It had something to do with him.


    His name is Hazel Helgrint, the second brother of the little Helgrint family, he comes from the gambling house that has just closed, and in his hands he carries what he considers all the savings of his little family. He sits down and watches as his brother is being beaten and for a moment he is worried, but remember that the bastard is harder than a rock and just smiles. He knows how his brother hits, because if there is something he really knows, which are the buttons to press, to anger his passive brother, he feels a little sorry for his brother''s rival, ... just a little bit.


    It is at that moment that the looks of Damiant and Hazel meet, where the long-awaited signal is given. He gets up and beckons with both hands showing him the middle finger; and giving him a smile to which the self-named ¡§wet panties¡§.


    When Damiant sees his brother in the stands, he is glad that nothing bad happened to him because according to Hazel, he had to do the most fucked up job. Seeing the sign and smug smile his brother gives him, a vein appears on his forehead, and all he wanted at that moment is to break Hazel''s beautiful face and erase his stupid smile.


    The rival of Damiant realizes that something changes in his opponent, that in the whole fight he had not shown any kind of emotion, no matter how much blood was covered, at first he shows a kind expression that leaves him confused, but then it becomes An expression of anger and little by little turns into a cold look, which feels that it is observed by a beast that wants to tear it apart, then it knows that it has to finish the fight as soon as possible. because his opponent goes with everything.

 The Money

    Damiant watches his rival approach him with steady steps, and a determined look to finish the fight. He does not move from his place and only observes all the movements and postures that his rival performs; and comes to the conclusion that he is a boxer. Although each fighter has his own style of fight, these are developed by solid foundations, which every boxer shares; and his rival is not different.


    Damiant has seen many types of combats, in the events that take place of "dog fight" throughout the city; He knows that each combat style has his name and strengths, but all types of combat have weaknesses; and he knows how to take advantage of those weaknesses.


    Damiant only needs to see how several fighters use their martial arts in combat, to be able to adopt those fighting styles for himself and then apply them in the fight. He never had a teacher to teach him to fight; his teachers are the dangerous streets of the city. He has lost count of how many times his abilities have saved his life, him and his brothers.


    Damian''s opponent makes several powerful and quick attacks aimed at Damian''s face, but he easily dodges them because he recognizes his opponent''s weakness, and this is also his greatest strength; boxers train constantly developing a routine, and this results in what is known as "muscle memory", this causes that if your opponent understands your routine, they become predictable. The opponent of Damiant to see that his hits do not reach his rival, he becomes angered and more aggressive.


    Damiant observes that his opponent lowers his guard to go completely to the offensive, observes the movement of the shoulders of his opponent and knows that the next blow of his opponent is a feint, his opponent is determined to end the fight and he too. He does not dodge his opponent''s feint, confusing his opponent; He seeks to receive it in the face at the same moment that he gives a devastating blow to his opponent''s liver leaving him without feeling his legs.


    As both blows connect, Damiant spits out the blood he has held all the time in his mouth and falls to the ground next to his already faint opponent. The referee begins the countdown.


    Damiant expects the count to reach three and begins to crawl into the ring, while the excited fans and referee perform the count. When the count reaches six, he reaches the meshes of the ring and begins to rise with the help of the mesh. At the time of the count of eight, he is leaning on the mesh of the ring, and with the last second remaining for the fight to end in a draw, Damiant stands up without help on his feet and raises an arm in victory.


    The fans get up from their seats and begin to applaud, shout and whistle the winner of the match, ecstatic for their victory. With his height of 5.9 feet (1.8 meters), and full of dirt and blood all over his body, he was the winner of this "dog fight" competition.


    None of the fans could believe that Damiant would be the winner of this competition. The commentator explains the triumph of the less popular "Gladiator" of all the competition, as this "bastard" is harder than steel. "No matter how many times he''s been knocked down, he always gets up and continues to fight, if this Cabron is not a damn cockroach. Tell me what it is? "he commented.You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.


    Damiant lets out a sigh and thinks (at the end everything is over ...). A strong young voice is heard coming from the stands ¡§ !! bastard, bastard, bastard??¡§.


    The fans hear the name they were calling Damiant throughout the fight, and began to cheer in chorus. !!bastard, bastard, bastard??¡§.


    Damiant looks at the stands and sees Hazel with his stupid smile, can not help but think (He will be a son of the great ...), at that moment the mesh door opens, allowing him to get out of that steel cage, and of this place full of dirt and blood.


    Two men approach the cage, from where Damiant left and ask him to accompany them. Damiant can not avoid classifying them as professional wrestlers, by the way they move, one of them has a flexible physique and was tall, and the other was of medium and muscular stature.


    After going through a long tunnel, he notices that several surveillance cameras and movement sensors are found all over the place. The two men lead him to a room that is elegantly decorated. In this room there is only one person, who was known by all as "The Director" of this slaughterhouse.


    An obese man, with sharp eyes, little hair and jewelry all over his body, was counting money piled on the table. He looks for a moment at the people who enter the room and continues counting the money. and says "So you''re the champion today".


    Damiant knows it was not a question but he still responds, "Yes, I''m the winner of the fight. Where is my money? ¡§ Clearly, he does not want to extend this meeting.


    The director stops for a moment to count the money, and points to a corner of the room, while looking at one of his bodyguards. Give him the package. The taller guard picks up a backpack and hands it to Damiant.


    Damiant takes the backpack and opens it. The backpack contained several blocks of H (Heroin), but it was not what was promised. ¡§ What the fuck is this, this is not what they promised me! ¡§ Damiant takes one of the blocks and looks at the Director. ¡§ !! They promised me $ 1,000 of green bills. No, this shit! "


    The director gets up angry and hits the table, "I do not care what they promised you, that''s what there is!" The director points to Damiant''s backpack, "In the market costs more than $ 1,000 of green bills."


    Damiant looks directly into the Director''s eyes, not letting himself be intimidated by his irrational outburst of anger, "then what do you expect? that I make a garage sale"


    The director''s bodyguards begin to surround Damiant, while the director does not respond and inadvertently picks up his weapon hidden under the table, waiting for any aggressive movement of Damiant.


    Damiant, seeing that the discussion would not take him anywhere, look for the last time at the table full of money. "Well, if things are like this ...", and he goes down the tunnel to meet his brothers.


    Under the stands was Hazel waiting for the arrival of Damiant, when it appears Damiant goes straight to the point for which they were in this place of bad death "how was it ?, Do you have the money?".


    Damiant uncomfortable responds "something similar ... ..", which causes Hazel to have many more questions. It is at that moment that a cold, emotionless voice is heard.


    "We have to start moving, two groups of different organizations come for us".

 The Plan

    Damiant and Hazel were immediately on guard, waiting for any kind of unexpected attack. Together they look towards the figure that is hiding in the shadows, merging with the darkness.


    After seeing the person hiding in the shadows and his dark eyes without a glimpse of life, they can not help but let out a sigh of relief, while the figure comes out of hiding.


    The figure shown is a young man of 15 years, of small stature, emaciated and with Asian features, who would go unnoticed like any other vagabond child, of this city of bad death. But what characterizes it most is its intelligent and emotionless look.


    He was Hermit Helgrint, the third brother of the Helgrint brothers. He used glasses for his nearsightedness, and like his brothers wore worn clothes with several spots and missing parts.


    "We do not have time for this, I calculate that the first group will find this place in fifteen minutes".


    Hazel had not yet gotten used to her little brother''s silent way of doing things. "Are you sure there are two groups and not just one?".


    Hermit looks his brothers straight in the eyes. ¡§ Both groups have characteristics that differentiate them, all the members of one of the groups have similar tattoos, most likely from a gang, while the other group is led by one of the men, who took Damiant to know to the Director¡§.


    ¡§I knew that bastard was not going to let him pass ... ...!¡§. Damiant exclaims, but it still was not clear to him how his little brother knew they were from two different groups. "How do you know they are from two different groups and are not in conspiracy?¡§.


    "Who brought you with the Director are asking for you to the people who saw you for the last time". Then look at Hazel "The other group was following the clues to this idiot".


    Hazel realized that he had lowered his guard, he let himself be carried away by his emotions and the great benefits that he had just won, he did not realize that someone was following him. If it were not for his genius brother had reminded him several times to take different alleys and shortcuts, which he had established. then he would have been caught.Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    "Why are they looking for me?, I did what you recommended, I looked for a lady cashier to make my bets ... .¡§.


    Hazel looks accustomed to the gesture of his brother to blur his gaze for a few seconds, this happens whenever a dilemma presents itself. "Did you flirt with the lady cashier?".


    Hazel pulls out a piece of paper¡§yes, look, I have her number ...¡§.he feels a blow on his hands that snatches the paper.


    Angrily Damiant points out the paper ¡§this is, what you consider the hardest part of the plan ......!?¡§.


    Hermit, not caring about his brother''s rage, looks at Hazel. ¡§Did you notice, if the mates of the cashier, were they watching you?¡§.


    now that you mention it. Hazel remembers that the cashier''s partner looked at him with hatred, as if he wanted to tear it apart. He did not give much importance, he was already used ...


    Hermit did not give the time to continue rambling, "most likely, the cashier was a member of that gang".


    ¡§But, do you have a contingency plan for these cases?, no? ¡§ Hazel looks with hope at his genius brother.


    ¡§The contingency plan, would have served if it were just an organization that persecutes us, there are too many variables to consider. now we have a change of plans¡§


    Damiant and Hazel watch as his brother returns to blur his gaze for several seconds. "We have to start moving, at this moment".


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    Through one of the passageways that Damiant had taken, were the Director''s men, in an intersection they run into a young man, who accidentally collides with his leader, who is the Director''s right hand.


    Because of the darkness that governs the passageways, they can not see the face of the young man who is lying on the ground pleading. "Please, please, forgive me, it was not my intention".


    One of the Director''s men asks his leader. "boss, what do we do?", While another suggested "teach him a lesson".


    The leader looks for a moment to the young man, who most likely has a look of terror at this moment ¡§ we have already lost a lot of time here, we have to take that elusive fellow to the Director¡§.


    The young man observes how the group moves away through the passage, where he came from. The young man changes his expression of terror to a smile of accomplishment, while pulling out a gun.

 The Plan (2)

    Near "The Cage" were several gangs waiting for the next show, although all the gangs were rivals, they did not attack in this place, after all they were in one of the few neutral points that the city had.


    There are only two rules that have to be met in these neutral places, the first rule is not to carry weapons, without exception, and the second rule, the development of any conflict between the gangs is not allowed. Anyone who breaks the rules will be expelled, and his entire gang is prohibited from entering neutral places.


    Only the main leaders of the gangs were in this place, after all for the entrance to these shows, it requires connections and money.


    For people who are allowed to enter, they can only bring a companion. But very few people take someone with them, because they had to answer for them.


    Two members of the gang looking for Hazel, one was a young man with several scars on his face and arms, and the other was a young man with ordinary features. Under those scars you could see similar features between them.


    "Brother, are you sure that this guy does not have any support?" The youngest asks his older brother a little nervous.


    "I already told you that according to the report, he did not wear any tattoo or clothing that belonged to a gang". he replies annoyed to his brother.


    ¡§But brother, why did we have to move the whole gang just to catch one person? ¡§ the youngest asks still not convinced.


    "Apparently, this person won the jackpot, and we can not let it slip out of our hands," he turns around and looks directly at his brother.


    ¡§and the other reason is because him turned out to be a very elusive son of a bitch, do you make it clear? ¡§. He says it in a way that he would not accept any more questions. then continue walking


    "Yes brother ...", lowers his head in embarrassment, and continues walking behind his brother, not noticing the tall, muscular figure approaching him. and pushes it towards a group of people.This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    One of the largest gangs in the "lawless city", its members were discussing animatedly about the last fight, although they lost some of its members lot of money, they witnessed an excellent show.


    The leader of the gang and his lieutenants participated in the discussion. To differentiate and recognize the members of the gangs, they used tattoos and similar clothing color.


    While they were arguing, the lieutenants of the gang watched with hidden lust for their leader''s girlfriend, who was a beautiful, voluptuous young woman with a shy look.


    They did not allow themselves to look with lust directly at the young woman, not only out of respect for their leader, but also for the entity that supports her, she was the only daughter of one of the most dangerous and bloodthirsty leaders in the city.


    At that time a person collides with the girlfriend of the gang leader.


    The leader of the angry gang takes the young man by the neck. "Wait, I ..." Not giving time to explain to the young man, since for the leader of the gang it was just a hothead who wanted to grope his beautiful girlfriend, in front of him.


    The leader of the gang begins to hit the young man in the face violently, with the intention of killing him.


    The man with scars when he sees his little brother being beaten, throws himself into the fray, and pushes the leader of the gang. making him release his brother. who is disoriented.


    When the man with scars advances to continue hitting the leader of the gang, the lieutenants try to stop him, but like a bull out of his cage, without caring about the blows he receives, he advances towards the leader with decisive steps and attacks him.


    After a while the lieutenants manage to restrain the man with scars, but this event does not go unnoticed by the gangs of the surroundings and the gang of the man with scars, who advance quickly to support the member of his gang.


    The leader of the gang gets up full of blood, points his bloody finger at the man and orders his lieutenants to "pick up that bastard ...."


    The leader of the gang looks furiously at the man with scars. "I''m going to show you who I am ...", the metal bracelet that unites its parts becomes a white weapon.


    The young man, still disoriented, looks for help in the surroundings but all he finds is the look of indifference in the people around him and a gun near him.


    At that moment we hear a heartrending scream, which comes from the man with scars on his face, who is kneeling while covering the left eye of his face.


    Seeing his brother, who is like a father and at the same time the person he most admires screaming heartbreakingly, and defeated. Without hesitation he takes the firearm, incorporates himself and points.

 The Plan (3)

    As the youth gets up and aims to kill the gang leader, the gang leader''s trusted man notices this and pushes his leader to the floor, at the same time that the weapon is shot.


    Although the bullet does not reach its objective, if it fulfills its purpose which is to take a life.


    On another side of the bleachers, an important member of a gang begins to bleed to death by a shot in the chest.


    While most of the people in the event are on guard, looking for the source of the shot, others start screaming, hurling expletives and fighting each other.


    The young man tries again to shoot the leader of the gang on the ground with his firearm, but the bullet never comes out of the gun. but the firearm only had one ammunition.


    The member of the nearest gang quickly disarms the youth, while hitting him with the same weapon, knocking him to the ground.


    "HE HAS A WEAPON!" a scream is heard that contains fear and terror of a woman.


    Everyone looks where the woman is pointing, and they notice the man who recently took the gun.


    ¡§Motherfucker¡§. An obese man says from the other side of the stands. At his side was his second in command bleeding by a shot in the chest "I knew you would attack me from behind, like the rat you are." The obese man tells the leader of the band that has just got up.


    Some time ago there was a dispute over territory, where several dozen people fought to the death. Both parties did not continue fighting because they knew that anyone who ended up winning would be quickly devoured by another band, taking advantage of their moment of weakness.


    After that, small disputes developed between the members of both bands, they never crossed the line to face each other and declare war, that nobody benefits more than their rivals.


    ¡§Today you will not live out of here! ¡§. The obese man shouts as he pulls a saber from his cane. The men around him who realize that their leader has declared war, begin to take out their hidden weapons. "Attack, and kill that bastard!"Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    On the other side of the stands taking advantage of the commotion, many people started attacking their rivals from behind.


    If the neutral place allowed someone to have firearms, it is because they conspired with one of the parties, therefore in the minds of the people of "the city without law" it ceases to be a neutral place and becomes a field of war.


    In the stands people could hear cries of terror, pleas for help and laughter for the emotion of killing.


    The head of security when looking for Damiant with his subordinates, and heard the shot, his first action is to look for his firearm, he knows that the only people allowed to use weapons is him and The Director. But the only thing he finds is his empty gun case. He leaves the tunnels and runs towards the stands.


    The security chief looks impatiently at the events that happen around the stands, watch how his men try to stop the fights that take place all over the place, only for them to end up wrapped in that fierce one.


    He saw as several of his men trying to separate the aggressors from the victims, they ended up being cruelly attacked by the same victims, who out of fear of being attacked again, defended themselves tooth and nail.


    Although they all carried electric batons, they could not face several people at once and stop the mass of violence that hung over the entire place.


    Then he remembers the young man with whom he had a stumble, he saw him fall, tremble, beg and cry, but he never saw his hands. ¡§?dammit!¡§.


    The security chief quickly returns the way he came, in the direction of the Director.


    In the highest part of the whole Arena, above the reflectors of light was the mind that caused all the chaos that happens in the Arena.


    He watched with indifference the events that occurred throughout the Arena, He watched as the larger bands attacked with impetus, while the smaller ones sought to defend themselves and survive.


    He saw how those who said they were friends stabbed themselves in the back in a moment of carelessness; how the alliances between the bands were broken by the selfishness of profit and power; as the people who tried to help were attacked by the victims. A nest of vipers and lizards.


    Hermit without showing any emotion saw how the enemies of his brothers were involved in the bloody conflicts of the Arena, were quickly killed by the gangs, since they were separated in small groups looking for their brothers; their forces were scattered and were targets for small and big bands.


    "it''s done little brother" says Damiant as he approaches with Hazel, to see what was happening in the Arena.


    "Hermit, did it have to happen this way?" Asks Hazel, seeing what was happening in the Arena, and what was to come.


    Hermit is unperturbed by his brother''s rebuke. "We have to eliminate our potential enemies, before they become possible threats". with the same emotionless gaze he continues looking towards the Arena.

 The Exit

    In the depths of the Arena, the Director was discussing with the security chief the events that occurred in the Arena, and how, despite the multiple attempts of his subordinates to stop the fights to death, they were powerless when faced with a mass of people thirsty for blood.


    "How could this happen ...?" Says the Director, while looking at the security cameras, helpless for not being able to do anything.


    "Sir, I know who caused all the chaos," says the Head of Security to the Director


    "Who !?", the Director looks directly at the angry security chief. "Who is the one who dares to offend me?" the director yells as he pulls the firearm from its hiding place.


    "The gladiator champion". Says the security chief as he looks at one of the multiple monitors, where the Damiant fight is projected.


    ¡§dammit!¡§. The Director says as he hits the table. "I should never have let his out of here, you have to put a big reward on your head!"


    The director looks angrily at the security chief. "He and all the people who know him!"


    "Sir, he was not alone ... .." The Chief of Security does not continue talking, because he notices an anomaly that happens outside the director''s office.


    Several of the guards are unconscious and others convulsing, while those who are still conscious hold their throats in a futile attempt to breathe.


    "What is happening ...?" Says the director when he sees the guards on the floor convulsing, while he feels that it is getting harder and harder to breathe.


    ¡§Gas¡­!¡§. says the security chief as he grabs his throat trying to breathe and keep the little air in his lungs.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    ¡§bastard!¡§. Condemns the director as he falls to the floor holding his throat.


    Boom !!!


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    In the Arena you could see that the fights continued throughout the place, at first the larger gangs began to quickly eliminate the smaller gangs, but now the roles were reversed, the smaller gangs for fear of disappearing resorted to instinct more basic human being, survival.


    Many of the smaller gangs tacitly joined to surround and attack the larger gangs, which each minute that one of its members passed fell.


    as hyenas several members of different gangs rushed on the fallen, to ensure that never again get up.


    For a long time the big gangs repress the smallest gangs, imposing their wills and charging for "protection". Therefore, when the gangs were forced to choose between accepting their extinction or facing their repressor, they did not hesitate to work in coalition with their enemies, to confront their common oppressors.


    While the Helgrint Brothers continued to watch and wait for their little brother''s order for the next step of the plan, they heard an explosion coming from the deepest areas of the arena.


    They see how the smoke comes out, through the entrances and exits of the Arena leaving only a smokeless exit.


    People get desperate to leave the place, the Arena has become a fire cage.


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    Hermit looks with indifference towards the gangs that were the trigger of all the chaos, and he is surprised by what he observes.


    All members of both gangs are dead around the only individual standing in blood, while holding who was supposed to be his boyfriend and gang leader by the neck.


    The beautiful girl pulls out her steel nails from her boyfriend.


    ¡§why....?¡§. says the leader of the gang, while he releases his last breath.


    The beautiful young woman directs her gaze to the upper part of the Arena and finds herself with dark eyes without emotion; and gives him a sweet and kind smile.


    ¡§We have to go¡§. says Hermit to his brothers, while he begins to move quickly.


    Hazel who is more intuitive asks Hermit. "Do you know her?"


    ¡§No, I do not know her¡§. says Hermit as he walks towards a hidden exit. "But I know who he is."


    "Who is she?" Asks Damiant, curious about the events he witnessed at the Arena.


    "She is the daughter of The Black Widow." Hermit says as he presses a hidden button, which opens a secret passageway. and continue your walk towards the exit.

 HOME

    In the streets of the city without law, three people walked in the shadows avoiding the prying eyes of the inhabitants.


    The three brothers moved through the streets of the city, avoiding the lookouts of the various gangs, until they reached a specific area of the city without law.


    This area of the city was characterized by being uninhabited and not being claimed by any gang.


    In one of the largest buildings, very poor and full of holes, three people entered through one of the largest holes, they meticulously moved the rubble from the floor, until revealing a hidden door to the basement of the building.


    The basement was a large place, neat and well lit, with a few pieces of furniture and four beds in one corner.


    The lighting came from a hybrid generator, assembled by different parts and pieces that were not related. The generator was built by Hazel with the help of his brothers.


    Hazel had a fondness for money and technology, for there was no electronic device that she could not repair and someone he could not cheat.


    Inside the basement the temperature was high, very different from the cold weather that presented itself in the city.


    "Pick up your clothes," Hermit instructs Hazel, seeing her throw his clothes to the floor.


    Hazel to see the cold look of his brother, saying he does not allow rebuttal. go back to pick up your clothes.


    "Today we get the big prize" says Hazel as he opens her backpack full of money.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    "How much?" says Hermit when he sees the wads of bills, while he takes a dilapidated laptop that has been repaired several times.


    Hazel with a petulant smile and full of pride says. "$ 4,246 of the greens". Look at Damiant "apparently no one was betting on you".


    Hermit just nods his head and looks at Damiant expecting to see what he won for the fight.


    "No ... .he ... .ha". Damiant did not know what to say to his brothers. He knew how important that money was to his family.


    "How much?" says Hermit unperturbed by the discomfort of his brother.


    "Yes how much?". Hazel take away his brother''s backpack and look what''s inside. "but that ... .. shit!"


    "What do you think we can do with this !?" Hazel takes the white packets out of the backpack. "Prepare a cake!?"


    "Sorry ... Brothers." Damiant says embarrassed.


    "We need $ 5,000, and we only have one more week to get it," says Hazel annoyed as he points to Damiant.


    "Find a solution ..." says Hermit unperturbed, while he continues reading on the laptop.


    "A solution...". Hazel drills a small hole in one of the packages and tests its contents and smiles maliciously.


    Damiant knew that when his brother smiles that way he does not bring anything good, the last time he smiled that way, they put a price on his head one of the big gangs and they had to move.


    "Maybe you''re not useless after all ..." Hazel says as he looks at Damiant. "Maybe we can save some green bills ..."


    "Is it enough for the medical operation ...?" Hermit says with some regret and showing a glimpse of emotion.


    Hazel seeing that the environment is heavy, says with joy "Yes, you do not worry".


    "Then tomorrow we''ll go to the hospital, we''ll go out in the night." Hermit says impassively as he looks at his brothers.


    "Yes, little brother" they say in chorus Hazel and Damiant.


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    Near the city without law, separated by a bridge was a metropolis in constant growth, where lived wealthy people, members of the state and businessmen who have links with the state.


    In one of the largest state hospitals for the working class of the city, was a small girl of 11 years, golden hair and skinny figure looking towards the window, while the sun shines in her small figure.


    (God, please take care of my little brothers). think while putting your hands together.