The next level after 'Shawshank' that sat below Erebus was the level of 'Violence'
Diva, Mar-Syl, Leroy, Quinn and Bonney had taken a bath down to the next level. Amidst the complex paths of Lethe there were still those that were quick and efficient. A hidden wall moved out of the way, and out stepped the fivesome group. Crouching and walking up to the concrete railing.
The environment around them was a deep burnt orange concrete color. "We should be up near the guard posts…" Mar-Syl said, leaning over the barrier and looming down. There were guards that were running around the intersecting cat walks that laid above a large…Maze.
The maze looked like what the rest of the 'standard' floors of the prison for low level prisoners. Intertwining corridors, cells, then there were the large sections. Open spaces for tables, none were currently in disarray. Other spaces looked like weight rooms. Commissary. And even just blank open spaces like arenas
"The moment we get down there, and make our way through…They'll bring the entire force of the Prison on us." Diva said.
"What are we looking for?" Leroy asked. Bonny mean while detached his eyes and looked down through vertical tunnel. "We just need to get through the floors of Violence to where the transport sits."
"But, didn't they lock down the shafts?" Leroy asked "I was only able to get down to Asphodel but the elevators were closed!"
"Well now how in the world would the guards get around then? Theres separate lifts for the guards. Away from the main shaft that is still most definitely locked off." Leroy nodded
"Okay. Thats all well and good. But what the fuck is this place?!" Bonney said eyes still floating like small orbs with plugs at the end of them that would fit into the socket currently in the void where they once sat "And what the fuck are those!"
At that, Leroy, Quinn, and Mar-Syl leaned over the Orange Ledge. Red Sashes neck stretching slightly to get a better look.
Creatures roamed the corridors. They all looked…Almost human. But with Leroys keen vision with a squint, he could tell that it was only in silhouette. "What the…"
"This level is a constant battle ground. For 20 Hours a day fighting occurs. And theres no rules against it. The only mediators are the guards and the Jailers. Those Beast down there are known as the 'Keepers'. Minotaurs, Ogyrs, Trolls, Harpies." She pointed downward.
"They are the Order in this level. And Are probably stronger than any average pirate in the Grand Line."
"Where'd they come from?" Quinn asked as she rose to her feet and swung her arms dramatically in circles trying to keep her balance
"Everywhere. They're mutated animals found on remote locations. Some Biologist and Ecologist think that all of the Races are actually just Humans. But with specified adaptations. Which is why we can breed between one another and transfuse blood."
"They're the same. But instead of being Humans. They're other animals. If I remember correctly. It's called 'Pars Dostosowanie'."
"The Minotaurs are the builders. During the 4 hours of rest and sleep allocated to the Prisoners. Given by force by the Gas released into the level at Midnight. They rebuild everything. All damage. All breaches. Everything. Constantly Toiling. And if a Prisoner attempts to break through the top or bottom layer. A special steel alloy rings with a specific frequency that only they can hear. And they shut that shit down like nobodies business."
"Best avoid them?" Leroy asked "Best Avoid them." Diva confirmed before Leaping over the edge and falling through the catwalks! Leroy Leapt as well, Mar-Syl, then Quinn who had to stop on each of the cat walks and follow through
"Best avoid them?" Leroy asked "Best Avoid them." Diva confirmed before Leaping over the edge and falling through the catwalks! Leroy Leapt as well, Mar-Syl, then Quinn who had to stop on each of the cat walks and follow through
"Are you absolute Lunatics?!" The Piece Piece user screamed as he lurched backwards, hands in his face. "Ugh…Well I know dandelion is here somewhere…I can feel her." He said. Dragging his hands down his face. Make surprisingly not smearing across his face as he detached his feet. Tossed them down. And the waited until they clattered and he too descended.
His fruit gave him a large radius to control and manipulate the velocity of not only his pieces leaving him, but also the speed of himself, as he too constituted as a 'Piece'
"Shit!" A guard yelled. "The break outs reached this level! Alert the warden!" Just as was predicted. Even as the clamoring of guards that were shuffling around to lock down their sectors, but keep their operations running, would go onto high alert.
"Alert the warden! This is a Total Lockdown protocol! Someone get to the control room and turn off the automatic releases!"
Racket continued. Howling from the cages. And it was clear that all of them were in some form of bondage. Thick and heavy. Much like those in Bliss, but were but isolated to cells.
Quinn was in the middle of putting her thumbs in her ears and with hands splayed waving them back and forth like the clown she was, ready to follow after the group of three that were already running through the corridors, past the prisoners
"Quinn! Don't follow them. We need to cut them off. We've got our shit to handle! Dandelion is down here some where I know it!" Quinn didn't even question it. She tore a pipe off the wall, a piece that was meant to be broken by the fights. And then blew into it, inflating it into her notorious 'Faraday Hamma' "You got it Mr. B!"
The two ran off on their own…Leroy looking back and biting his lip "Augh fuck em!" He swore out loud as he ran shoulder to shoulder with the remaining two
"Yes. Don't worry about them. If they need to be on our side. They will fall in line in due time through the tide of Revolution…" Diva said poetically
"Right."
"Besides…" Diva took out a pocket watch which held a heart and arrow through it that also held a snake across its arrow with the word 'Boss' beneath it
"It might get a little difficult for them! "Its 4am!" Diva wrapped her arms around Leroy and Mar-Syl and leapt over another railing right as a cacophony of 'clicks' and 'clacks' of heavy shackles releasing with the creaks and tumbling of metal against metal as the cell doors and internal gears clammer against each other releasing the prisoners!
Immediately, fighting broke out. With people lunging for the guards that were not the typical ones releasing through this level. Weaker. Puny. And the carnage that ensued was evident of this fact. Guns were taken, shots rang and reported through the dark burnt orange surroundings. Large individuals that each looked as if they'd had their own epochs of history and stories that forged them into what they were, leapt into the catwalks, and with supernatural ease as if like wet toilet tissue. Tore apart the guards. Splaying their gore and viscera across the footbridges above!
It was hell!