Chapter 582: Unwanted Fame
Laz was taken through hallway after hallway until he ended up in a large room that he could only guess served for medical purposes. What’s more, there were people in masks and gowns everywhere observing people who were tied to tables and struggling who were also wearing masks and gowns. The only difference was the ones on the table seemed to all have quite a bit of blood on them.
"Get in," The heavily armored man said, shoving Laz.
"This him?" A rather aged looking doctor said, looking Laz over but backing off a bit in the process, something that seemed to startle Laz’s escort.
"Yes," replied the armored man.
"I want to ask you something and it’s best if you’re honest with me," the doctor said, his face still hidden behind the mask.
"What’s up doc?" Laz said, cracking a joke he didn’t even find funny.
"Are you sick in some way, shape or form? Have you ever had your blood tested? Have people ever acted strange by coming into contact with your blood?" The doctor said, looking at some papers in his hands.
It didn’t take long for Laz to put two and two together.
"Right. That. Well... sometimes when I get... excited... it seems to... I don’t know, effect me?" Laz said, knowing that the truth wasn’t something he could talk about.
"What do you mean?" The doctor asked, turning his full attention to Laz.
"Well. There was this one girl, hot little thing... and she liked to be physical, biting and all that. You know how woman can be? Well... one time when we were going at it, just to make her dad mad I’m guessing, I mean look at me? Am I really anyone’s first choice? But I digress. Anyway, she was going wild on me and screaming and cursing and begging me to... well you don’t need to know that part. But anyway, I was balls deep inside of her and she started foaming at the mouth..."
"WOULD YOU JUST GET TO THE IMPORTANT PART?" The doctor finally yelled, losing his patience.
"Right. I was getting to that. Anyway. She bite me hard enough to draw blood while we were fucking and it made her go even more crazy. A few hours later, when she calmed down enough to talk, she said she had never been so horny in her life nor been fucked like that in her life. Not important, I know. But hear me out. So the next time, when we were going at it, it was good and all, but she said she didn’t feel the same kind of... I think she said, experience? Passion? But then she remembered the biting thing and thought we should get more physical. So after I choked her into almost blackness a few times while plowing her from behind, she still didn’t feel the magic, got pissed and bit me again. After that... well fuck... I’ve never felt more drained in my life and she couldn’t even walk for almost a day after that... anyway. Stop glaring at me. My point is, when I get excited, aroused or something else, my blood seems to have an affect on people. Makes them really horny. But it doesn’t happen all the time either. Like.. if someone wants me to get excited or something, it’s not like it can just happen. So I’m guessing these are the people who cleaned up my wounds and whatnot from before? They probably got a strong dose of it. It will go away on it’s own, eventually.... but I would at least free their hands so they can get themselves off. No idea how long the effects will last if they can’t even blow a few loads to help them cool down. But... I wouldn’t let their legs go if I were you. I notice there is only on woman on the team and the rest are men. Unless you want them going after her or... in some cases, each other, I’d keep them strapped down. Maybe bring in a few other women to help them maybe? Your call on that one and it’s all I can tell you."
They all looked at Laz like he was crazy before the old doctor started nodding to himself and said in a half whisper,
"Makes sense... yeah. That’s all I needed him for, he may be returned. Thought it was a fucking poison or something," the doctor said before going off to get some things done.
The guards then dragged Laz back to the mail prison cell where he was thrown back in with all of the others, after having removed the shackles. Rubbing his wrists and ankles, Laz was soon greeted by the cheers of the others, including Jacob.
"Praise the gods boy. We all thought you were dead for sure," Jacob said, helping Laz to his feet while the others congratulated him on surviving.
"I thought I was dead for sure as well. But here I am!" Laz said, taking each of the men’s praise in stride.
"Why’d they drag you back in chains though? You do something to the girl you got? I know I said they don’t really care... but these guys here... it’s hell for all of us so even if we get a little rough, we know better than to take it too far..."
"What? No no. They took me somewhere first, something about some people getting sick. Since they took me around some doctors and stuff, they chained me up. The girl is fine, no problem," Laz said, understanding their concern. While they might not know the women, they knew the situation. Sure, some of them were rather bitter and hateful, but those guys didn’t survive long here which did interest Laz a bit considering what he had seen of prisons and places like this before, he would have assumed the nastier the person, the more power they would be able to gain. And yet, there seemed to be a balancing force here to ensure those types didn’t live long.
’Doesn’t make sense in the slightest,’ Laz thought.
The men all relaxed even more after hearing this, glad in that they hadn’t judged the young man wrong. Laz could tell even Jacob was smiling a bit more now than before, although he acted like nothing was wrong.
In the end, Laz relied his tale of survival to all those gathered, even though a few of them had already heard about it or seen it first hand. Jacob, having survived his own battle, was able to watch Laz’s entire match, something Laz would have been able to do had he stayed conscious after his own.
"I swear to all the gods when they said it was a beast brawl I thought I’d never be seeing you again. And then when they showed how many beasts there were, I would have bet money on it. I ain’t ever seen them release so many at once before. Got no idea why they did that either, but I’m guessing they be looking at your different from now on too since that’s not the kind of match a man is meant to survive," Jacob said.
"Aye. I be sure you don’t want to hear it, but I’ve seen that style before. See, the one before yours took a bit too long and got a little too boring. Sure, those boys who fought had a style and skill to back it up and while it might have looks entertaining to the other skilled ones out there, for the normal citizen, it be mighty boring to look at. So cause of the time and the lack of blood, they go changing the next match a wee bit to include a lot more gore in a lot less time. That really be getting the audience all on the edge of their seats again," another of the old hands said as the younger ones nodded.
"But do be listening to me right now. You surviving is a good thing and don’t be thinking I’m saying otherwise. Too many kids dying in this dirty pit every day, just to get some people’s rocks off, but while it’s good you be living, it’s also going to be bad for you. See, you surviving a dead match means those bastards out there be looking for more from you, wanting to see what other surprising you be giving them. They won’t just settle with some little thing like before, no. Not even a bit up from that either. Hell, they might demand to see what kinds of other beasts you can kill before you finally die yourself. So heed this warning son. You better spend the next few days thinking long and hard about how to keep yourself alive, cause your next match will be even worse than that last one... and that one be meant to kill you," the old timer said, before getting up and sitting down by himself.
"He’s right. I know you might not be wanting to hear it, but the old man is right," Jacob said, agreeing.
"Who is he?" Laz asked, sensing something was off about the old thing that walked away.
"We don’t know his name, or even if he ever had one. The one thing we do know is that he’s been here longer than any of us and he is damn good at what he does. We aren’t the only slaves in this place as there are other groups just like us. We get brought against one another and it’s like a competition, life or death on the line. Now that old man, we call him gramps for lack of anything better, he’s the top fighter in here. He’s been hacked up so many times it ain’t funny, but he still always manages to return alive. I heard at one point they had used him a bit too much and he killed everyone in his skill category in the other camps, meaning they didn’t have anyone to fight him for over a month. Anyway, what I’m saying is, take his advice to heart. He’s about as good a man as you’ll find in this hellhole and if he tells you you’ve gotten the fame, then he ain’t wrong about it," Jacob said as he and everyone else stood, preparing to go out for lunch.
Looking at the back of the old man, taking his slow but even steps, Laz couldn’t help but wonder just who he really was.
