The man wandered around aimlessly looking for targets. He was ready to kill anybody he saw, no matter what. The man was determined to win, and he wasn’t doing anything else but winning. The man wondered if this was even considered a test anymore, but didn’t care that much, as his top priority was survival.

  The man was walking when a subject jumped out of his spot behind a wall and tried to shoot. The bullet missed the man and he immediately ran towards the other subject. The other subject, realizing his mistake in taking on this man, ran away, hoping, for his life, that he was faster. But he wasn’t.

  The man gripped his assault rifle and took it off of his back whilst running, and aimed it at the other subject immediately. He gripped it tightly, and started spraying bullets at the running subject, who was helpless against the barrage of bullets from behind.

  Bullets were hitting the subject dozens of times in just a few seconds. Blood gushed out from each of his wounds, and the man fell. The man felt pain for only a second, then he died. An almost painless death. This was to be the fate of all who encountered the man, a merciless slaughter once they realized they messed with the wrong person, and started running. To have no escape, to have no hope to cling onto.

  The man walked away slowly, with no feeling of guilt or remorse. He continued his journey. People were coming out of hiding spots, wandering around like him and much more trying to kill him. None of the attempts were successful however. They were sprayed with bullets from his assault rifle, shot in the head with a pistol, or were even clobbered with the back of one of his guns.

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  The man was unstoppable. No other subject could stop his rampage, and it was a clear cut victory. The man stepped close to what he knew to be the last subject in the arena with him. He pointed a pistol directly at his head, and told him that he was going to die. The other subject looked directly into the man’s eyes. “No,” the man said. “Why would I? I know you’re the one that's killed every other person that I haven’t damn killed myself, so why should I?” The subject asked. The man didn’t respond with words, but instead, he responded with a bullet. A bullet to the head.

  This meant that he had won the arena challenge. The challenge where he fought with other people to survive, the game of life and death, the death game, the 1vs world. This was his perfect victory, his succession of the test. He was ready for the next test, if there even was one.

  The ringing started, a familiar sound he had heard before the battle began. It was the normal robotic voice he had heard before. The message was for his victory and completion of this final test.

  “You have completed the final test. This means you will now be let out to complete your real purpose, to kill. You were not designed for tests, you were designed to be the perfect killing machine. With no emotion, mercy, or remorse. You were made by a private corporation seeking to upgrade their military power. You will be released into an army platoon along with several other people who have gone through this test, exactly as you have.”

  The man finally knew his real purpose. His purpose was to kill. His purpose was something he was designed for, murder. The man was glad he could finally get out of the prison he was in for so long. This was the end of his journey inside of the prison. Although he would have another journey outside of his prison, much more full of death, victories, and more. He walked out of the room through a huge gate that had opened, and all the obstacles in his way to the gate lowered into the floor. This was the end of his story at the prison, and he would never be back here, though he didn’t know this yet.