Stuck

Hot. The heat from the room came in all at once, and it struck the body of a boy with light brown hair. He groaned as he said. "Why is it so hot...? Where am I...?" He opened his eyes. 

The boy could barely make out his surroundings. All he could see was the basic outline of things around him because of how dark the room was. The things he could see were four walls surrounding him and a reinforced door. The boy thought as he looked around the room. "Where am I? Why is it so dark here?" 

A woman's voice cackled as she said. "Are you finally awake, Minimus?" 

The boy looked around the room and said. "Who is that? My name isn't Minimus! It's Maximus!" 

The boy heard the woman cackle again as she said. "Did you hear that? He thinks his name is Maximus. Did he already forget that he lost?" She laughed loudly. 

The boy yelled out. "Who are you?! What do you mean I lost?!" 

A man's voice spoke as he said. "You lost the fight, boy! You were too weak. Your name is Minimus, not Maximus." 

The boy, Minimus, thought with disappointment. "Oh, that's right. I passed out after getting choked. But, how did I end up here?" He yelled out. "What is this place? Who are you people?" 

The man said. "This is a place where weak people go to get punished. You will remain here until you're strong enough to escape." 

Minimus yelled out with surprise. "What?! You can't keep me here! Who do you people work for?! I'm a resident of the Menelaos Kingdom! I'm the son of Menelaos Scarion! And the Brother of Ismene Scarion! They won't let you get away with this!" 

The man said. "We know who you are, boy." 

The woman laughed evilly as she said. "You don't seem to understand, boy. Who you are doesn't mean anything here! The only way you can get out of here is by fighting your way out! We are the keepers of this place! We are the servants of His Supreme Majesty Nikator Scarion!" 

Minimus had a confused expression on his face as he thought. "Nikator Scarion? Who's that? Why did they call him His Supreme Majesty? That is usually what Scarions call Grandfather..."

The man said. "You will get one meal a day and one cup of water. I'll be rooting for you." 

Footsteps that sounded like they were walking away could be heard immediately after the man uttered his last word. 

Minimus yelled out. "Wait, where are you going?! You can't just leave me in this place! What am I even being punished for!" 

The woman cackled as she said. "For being weak. Weaklings deserve to be punished. This world is only designed for the strong. All you need to do is make it to the highest floor of this place, and you can go back to living your ordinary life on the surface." She laughed evilly as she said. "But, I doubt you'll survive down here."

Minimus could hear the woman's footsteps as she began to walk away.  

The woman said as she was walking away. "You're definitely the weakest one." 

Minimus yelled out. "Wait, don't leave! I wasn't done talking!" 

The footsteps got quieter and quieter until they could no longer be heard. 

Minimus thought with concern. "So I'm stuck down here..." He thought with disappointment. "And they said it's because I'm weak..." He clenched his right fist together and thought. "Why am I so weak...?" He looked down at his right hand and thought. "Is it because I'm right-handed? If I was left-handed, would I be stronger?" Tears began to stream down his cheek as he thought. "Is that why I lost?"

*****

A man with dark green hair and dark blue eyes held a blood covered greatsword in his left hand. He had a very innocent looking expression on his face. On his left arm were five crossed blades that had been engraved into his armor. Two of the crossed blades were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a mask. By the bottom left of the mask were two crossed blades.

The man with dark green hair stood in a narrow alleyway. Next to him were two men covered with blood. One of the two bloody men had their upper body propped up against the wall behind him. The other bloody man laid face down on the ground in a puddle of blood. Both of the two men's heads were disconnected from the rest of their body. 

The bloody man who was propped up against the wall wore silver armor that had a dark blue trim around the edge. The head that belonged to him had a well defined, easy to look at face with light blue hair and dark purple eyes. 

The other bloody man who laid face down on the ground in a puddle of blood wore blue armor that had a silver trim around the edge. On his left arm were five crossed blades that had been engraved into his armor. Two were diagonal, one was vertical, and the last two were horizontal. On the left side of the five crossed blades was a cracked mask. By the bottom left of the cracked mask were three crossed blades. Two were diagonal, and one was vertical. Next to his left hand was a bloody battle axe. The head that belonged to him had an annoyed expression on its face with greenish-brown hair and dark blue eyes. 

The man with dark green hair smirked as he looked over at the two bloody men and mumbled. "Here are those two bodies you requested." 

A thought responded to his statement. "Give me the strong one." 

A second thought responded to the statement and said. "Then I'll take the other one." 

The man with dark green hair walked toward the bloody man who was propped up against the wall. He placed both of his hands on the man's shoulder and said. "Here is the strong one." 

The first thought from before said. "Received." 

The body of the bloody man began to morph as well as the silver armor with it. The body began to become taller. The head that had been removed from the body disappeared. A new head began to grow out of the neck of the morphing body. 

The man with dark green hair looked over at the other body, which lay face down in the ground and walked over to it. He touched the back of the body with his right hand. 

The second thought from before said. "You'll have to use your other hand. The one I copied is left-handed." 

The man with dark green hair smirked and said. "So you copied a left-hander, huh?" He removed his right hand from the back of the man's body. He then placed his left hand on the back of the man's body instead and said. "I figured you would've wanted to copy the Anomaly." 

The second thought said. "Received."

A man's voice said. "The Anomaly has already been copied by one of the Supremes." 

The man with dark green hair removed his left hand from the back of the man's body. He stood up and  smirked mischievously as he said. "Is that so? Do you know which one?" He turned his head to look at the source of the voice.

The man's voice said. "No. But this body should be good enough." 

The man with dark green hair looked at the source of the voice. 

A giant man leaned up next to the wall that the body of a man was previously propped up against. His body was covered with extremely thick crimson armor. Engraved on his upper left chest were two intertwined masks. There was a left mask and a right mask. The right side of the left mask was intertwined with the left side of the right mask. In his left hand was a crimson greatsword, and the back of the blade was propped up against his left shoulder. He also wore a thick crimson mask, but it had been moved to the left side of his face.

The giant man's face dazzled in the light. His skin looked as if it glowed. He had a very entrancing gaze, and his eyes were of two different colors. His left eye was dark orange, and his right eye was dark silver. He smirked proudly as he looked at the man with dark green hair and said. "Thirty-Six, you should return back to the rest of the Mischievous. But ensure you don't get caught with Thirty-Five. Those fools still think there is only one of us."

The man with dark green hair, Thirty-Six, smirked mischievously and said. "Huh? I thought you promised to make me sixty-three." 

The giant man shook his head and said. "No. You're too weak. I, Sixty-Six, will make us Driven the strongest among all of the numbers." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the other body as he said. "Isn't that right, Sixty-Two?"