Mastering the fates with Role-play system 2

[2] Lawless 2

Within a few minutes, Jace found himself in an empty cell, locked behind metal bars and heavy padlocks. With his fingers clutched to the bar, and his head laid low, Jace let out a sigh in frustration.

He wanted to cry, but for some reason, his tears were dried out; every minute felt like a ticking bomb, counting down to his public execution. He didn't know who to blame, himself, his boss, God, or the devil? Who was responsible for his tortured lifetime?

Jace was educated to a high school level, but never got a chance to get into college. He spent most of his time working for his boss at a local bar near their home until Tristan Coleman launched a scholarship program.

He had taken the online exam which cost him and his mother a fortune, and passed after sleepless nights of studying. Finally, his mother put her earnings together to purchase a plane ticket to send him overseas for the program, only for him to end up in a cell without ever leaving the state.

Jace looked forward to this scholarship program because it would change his life forever. Tristan Coleman's university graduates are sought after all over the world, they are highly paid and properly treated because of their value.

So he knew that in four years, he'd return home to his mother, not as Jace but as a millionaire. Unfortunately, that is no longer going to happen because he might not even make it to the next day.

"Why?" He pondered,

"Why did my boss have to ruin my life like this? Why is the judiciary system so corrupted... why don't people like me have a voice, why?"

"Shut the hell up, man!" Came a voice from the cell opposite him.

"Some of us are trying to sleep, once you get into this cell, you are not coming out no matter how much you nag. We are all on a death roll, please just shut up and enjoy your last few minutes on earth."

Before Jace could respond, an imposing figure came in between the two cells, a cop who turned to the other victim and asked him to be quiet. Then to Jace he said,

"Your mother is here to bid you farewell."

"Mom?" Jace uttered in shock as his mother came into view.

"Jace," She called out, her eyes clouded with tears. She wanted to hug him, but the bar was a barrier, so all she could do was take his left hand in hers, while touching his cheek with the right.

"Why?" She asked, the disappointment evident in her voice.

"Why did you do it?"

Jace, whose tears had been withheld for so long finally broke out.

"I didn't," he promised,

"My boss gave me that box, and I didn't know what was inside. Please, you have to help me tell them the truth, I would never do it, Mom."

"I tried," she whispered, biting back her tears,

"I tried to speak with them, but it's not working." She cried, resting her head between the metal bars.

"I don't have one million to give them for bail, they just want money... these greedy cops just want money and I don't have anything to give them."

She paused, wiping the tears from her eyes,

"I'll try to take a loan from the bank and get you out of here, don't be scared. Don't worry, nothing will happen to you okay... I promise you."

"That's not true," Jace cut her off almost choking on his words,

"I'm on a death roll, they will kill me in three hours, along with the others in the cell here, they will not wait for anyone, mom, they have no heart."

"Hush," His mother placed her hands on his lips,

"I will get you out of here, they won't kill you, okay, no, they won't."

"That's enough, ma'am," the cop cut into their conversation, grabbing Jace's mother by the arm and pulling her away.

"You only had one minute and the time is up. You have to leave now."

She tried to protest, but the officers overpowered her and pushed her out of the hallway without flinching. This scene was too heartbreaking for Jace to watch, but there was nothing he could do while locked behind those bars. These cops have disrespected his mother so much today that he wished death upon them.

After they were out of sight, Jace took a few steps back until he was stopped by the wall behind him. He gently sat down on the floor, his back against the wall and his eyes fixed on the space above his head.

"God, please... please just save me this once, I beg you, I can't die... I don't want to die, please. I don't want to die."

[Initialising Role-play System Version 4.0...]

[Potential Host Identified — "A system fulfils its directive."]

[Commencing Binding Protocol...]

[Progress: 10%]

[Synchronizing: Primary Tasks | Sub-quests | Reward Structures | Monetary Compensation]

[Progress: 30%]

[Establishing Secure Link: System Account |Host Bank Account]

[Progress: 50%]

[Configuring Modules: Role-play Modes | Difficulty Scaling | Level Progression System]

[Progress: 80%]

[All Systems Operational — Awaiting Optimal Conditions for Deployment]

[Progress: 100%]

[System Binding Complete — Integration Successful.]

Minutes turned into hours, and Jace's hopes of living to see the next day started to dwindle. He didn't know how much time had passed, and whenever a cop came by, his heart would skip.

But eventually, he started to hear the sound of the cell being unlocked and the convicts being pulled out and beaten and yelled at. The voices grew louder each time, and soon a cop was in front of his cell.

"Alright, idiot, it's time to meet your maker," The cop said, a grin plastered on his cold lips.

He unlocked the cell and ordered Jace to step out, but the young boy was too terrified to move a muscle. He couldn't believe that the time had finally come for him to die, so soon and so illegally.

"I said... freaking... move!" The cop punched him on the nose, the same area that was bleeding earlier, and it reopened the wound.

As if that wasn't enough, he delivered numerous blows to Jace's face and stomach that he could barely stand on his feet. He couldn't do anything but cry in agony, pain coursed through his veins like an electric current.

And to top it all up, the cop pulled him by the hair and dragged him out of the cell like an untamed beast.

"I'm done wasting time on people like you. You are going to die anyway, so why delay us from getting paid?"