Novels by Yhutii

Inside the portal, it felt like time slowed down. When Pete tried moving, he was locked in place, he felt like he was in thick gel. The Dashkyr's eyes widened beside him, it was confused too, discovering its movements were restricted. Then a voice spoke, it didn't come from a particular direction, it was everywhere, like wind through caves."You seek escape from chains unseen. Answer true, and freedom is yours. Fail, and fall to endless night. Two trials for two souls."They both had questions, but couldn't move their lips to make a sound, everything seemed too slow, except for the voice.Then it spoke again, with a riddle that would decide their fate "I create paths where none exist, with folds and creases, I persist. In the hands of the lost, I light the way, a silent guide through night and day. What am I?"Pete wondered how he was going to answer such a question without talking. He had gotten used to the movement situation aroun

Pete's fist hung in the air, inches from the Dashkyr's shifting face. Rage burned in his chest like fire, his new muscles tensed and was ready to strike. The alien's green eyes glowed faintly in the dim tunnel light, its skin rippling like water as it struggled to hold its human shape. Behind them, the stomping footsteps of the assassins echoed louder, closing in fast. "You tricked me!" Pete yelled, shoving the creature harder against the rough walls. "You're one of those things that ruined everything I had, my home, my family!"The Dashkyr gasped, its voice a weird mix of Tee's tone and something alien, like a groan wrapped in words. "Wait... listen! If you kill me now, we're both done.”“Those trackers will get us. They'll drag you back to the labs, turn you into something worse than me. Or worse, kill you slowly."Pete's breath came in heavy bursts. He could feel the power in his hands, the strength from whatever those chemicals

After an hour, another horn sounded, Dave followed the crowd to the mess hall, same as last. He didn't bother with the line, he hadn't gotten a ticket, he slipped away, back to the spot where he had hidden the remains of what he killed. He buried them under loose dirt and wrapped it with a cloth, after digging it up, he started a small fire and roasted another chunk.The meat was tougher now, almost stale, but he forced it down, satisfying his hunger. He had to fight tonight and make a name to end this.With his belly full, Dave strolled the Grounds, with his blades tucked close, he wanted to find higher grounds to unwind and chill.He felt battle intent as he passed he passed the arena still heading towards the hill in the distance, as his eyes scanned the environment.Then he heard something, a cry, followed by a wet thud. He slowed down trying to get the direction it was coming from, then he followed it to a collapsed buildi

Under the morning sky, the red clouds casted a glow over the horizon, beings rose lazily to the quiet morning, some earlier than others and among them was Dave.Despite his body still aching from the night before, he was swinging his blades, training to get better at using his weapon.He didn't sleep much, he couldn't, not here. Where his life was constantly at stake. He had to get stronger to survive and that's what he aimed towards.After he was done with his routine, he went in directions the others followed earlier, trying to navigate his way around this environment.After a while, a low, grinding horn shook the stillness of the air, it was different from the food call. Inmates stirred, crawling out of their tents or off the cracked ground, their weird shapes stretching in the dim light. Dave sat up, and watched. The yard was alive now, with chaotic movements from abnormal looking creatures, like something out of a wasteland nightmare. The brick house at the center stood like a

The Inmates moved out of their tents and resting spots towards a long, low building a distance from the housing area. He joined the crowd, following at the edges behind.The building had cracks and holes in almost every spot, with its roof barely holding on. Inside, inmates lined up at a counter where guards handed out trays.“I guess it's food time.” His stomach rumbled, but he had no idea how it worked here. After taking their trays the Inmates moved to a more decent looking building, opposite them.The building had no doors, only a large window with a little slot at the bottom for trays to slide through. He watched as the others slid their trays in, and what they got varied. Some got slabs of steaming meat, others got slimy glowing worms. Starving was bad, but eating that? Might be worse.He kept his expression plain but his heart was thumping hard, hoping he wouldn't get worms. When he reached the counter, he pushed his tray through the slot. A woman’s face appeared behind the gl

The Gates screeched closed as Dave and the other inmates entered the grounds. The environment was completely different from what he saw outside. The air was hotter, dustier, and drier. The red sky seemed lower, making the world feel smaller and meaner, sealing him in with the other teammates, eight of them now, after the two who tried to run were reduced to a splatter in the desert.A faceless guard escorted them forward, and anytime anyone moved out of line, he smacked them with the barrel of the rifle. Dave stumbled forward, even when his legs were sore, he didn't want to be hit by that thing, but he missed a step while he was looking at an area that had bleachers on each side forming on the distance and figures were seated chanting and roaring, he couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going on and why they headed in that direction.“Move it.” The guard said moving his rifle to hit Dave, but before it could connect, Dave sprang to his feet, rejoining the line.The guard led them