I don't remember the dirt being so solid. Where am I sleeping? Oh no, my bad luck curse has struck again.

Crazy opened his eyes to find that he was not on the dirt in the middle of a field, but instead on the hard stone floor of a cell. The cell was barred and had no windows but in fact had a clear view of the hallways. He recognized some people around him in the cells from the squad he was in, but nobody from the second squad.

Crazy saw Pajamas in the cell in front of him. He decided that it would be a good idea to get his attention seeing that he was already awake.

"PSST.... Pajamas! Can you hear me?" Crazy called out to him. Without looking up from the floor, Pajamas responded.

"Yeah, I can." He sounded sad like something had happened to traumatize him.

"What is going on?" Crazy asked Pajamas being concerned that something bad has happened, and the event had to be really surprising as well.

"You will know...... Soon enough, they will see you too." He responded darkly.

"Wait, hold on, what are 'they' and what happened to our squad?"

Crazy's questions were answered shortly after. When he saw something very shocking. He saw a 'pony' walk by the cells in shining gold armor.

Was that a fucking pony wearing armor! Yeah I'm pretty sure that I'm high and in a hospital bed right now. Or I'm in an insane asylum. Now that I think about it YES I am definitely insane. Crazy was bewildered to say the least.

"AHHHHH!!! WHAT IS THAT THING!!!" Crazy shouted in panic.

"Quiet prisoner! You have been captured by the royal guard on behalf of being part of the opposing forces of the war." The royal guard called out for everything to hear.

"You are to leave to the mess hall once cell doors have opened." Everybody drowsily looked up at the guard, clearly receiving the message. It was safe to assume they lost their will to fight. The cell doors opened and everybody in the cells followed the guard to the mess hall. Truth be told, they were all very hungry from walking for a day without food or water. It wasn't just their squad that was captured either. Other humans not part of the squads came along as well.

The guard led the group to the supposed mess hall. It was actually half decent, at least by Crazy's standards. The guard 'ponies' all had horns and the rather large spoon serving the food was floating to the trays and putting meals on it.

Holy Shit! It's a freaking UNICORN! I will never do drugs again ever after this! To many pastel colored horses. Crazy was confused, but his body cared about the food. He walked over to the line and waited.

Around an hour later, he finally got some food on his plate. It was a bit too much food for his standards. But alas, he needed a worse diet anyway. Because poverty CLEARLY just kept his stomach too full. Crazy was eagerly scarfing down the grub he was given next to his 'buddy' Pajamas. The meal was a silent one because here in reality when your troop gets captured by the enemy on the first day. It's disappointing to say the least. Crazy was looking around the mess hall, there were guards surrounding the perimeter.

Not escaping today, so it seems. So I guess this is the place where I will slowly rot away. All because of one stupid military draft. That and a curse of bad luck. What a horrible life I have come to have. My eyes hurt from this place. Everything is so freaking bright, even the people.

While Crazy lost himself in his train of thought, something came to the entrance of the mess hall. Nobody noticed until a guard spoke.

"Quiet! We have assembled you here today not just for a meal but for you to make a choice." The two guards at the entrance moved out of the way for the door to open. In the doorway was a very tall 'pony' it looked like a tall unicorn but it had wings.

"Hello, my new prisoners. We would like to give you an offer. Within this offer, you will see life within death. Or you could choose to stay here for the rest of your days."

Whispers could be heard all around the mess hall. Most of which contemplating what her offer is.

Crazy felt this was a trap. I've seen enough scams to know that there has to be a catch.

"My offer is to let you leave this prison for 1 day to do as you please, then we will come and take you back. You can use this chance to escape, but let me warn you when you eventually get captured again, its death row for you."

"To get the 24 hours you must complete a test that I create and survive. No rules. Just survive."

"You are to make your decision in 24 hours. By then we will come and give you the choice. You may continue your meal."

Crazy shut out any words after that, as he was deep in thought at the matter at hand. Should I say yes? No? I can't think of that right now I need to be rational for this.

9 hours later... Location: Mess Hall

"Hey you." Said a Mysterious voice from in front of Crazy.

"Who me?" Said Crazy in a state of confusion.

Crazy looked up at the voice, only to find a very muscular teen wearing an all black Japanese school uniform, exept for the gold colored chain hanging from his collar. He had a very impossible hat which faded into hair in the back. He stood an exceptionally tall 7 inches above Crazy (who's 5'10).

"Yes you. Good grief, that's my spot now move."

Crap. There were spots! This was his spot. I better go, doesn't look like I would win this one.

"And what if I said no?" Crazy said on accident.

Crap! Well if I am going to stand my ground I need to keep up my act! Crazy knew this was the right choice but couldn't scratch the feeling that something was different about this situation.

"By the way, my name is Jotaro Kujo, my friends call me JoJo." He offered his hand for a handshake. Crazy was about to shake it when he felt that he was not sitting anymore but standing while Jotaro was sitting and eating his food.

"We are not friends. Sit. We need to talk." Jotaro said in an emotionless state. Crazy in his shock decided it would be in his best interests to listen.

Crazy sat in the small chair in front of Jotaro.

"Now is not the time to fight. We have matters to discuss." Jotaro said.

"I'm going to take it." Jotaro says, shocking Crazy almost enough for him to jump.

"What! Why risk it, you are new as well, you won't stand a chance!" Crazy said, clearly worried.

"Good Grief. First of all, I'm not new to this place. This is the only chance there is to escape. I would rather die fighting than rot in prison." He said with resolve.

Crazy sighed. He knew what Jotaro was saying was the best option. However, there was still the shred of doubt in his mind regarding his own life.

He's right. Its better to not to rot in prison, but I am not sure. Is my life worth a chance to escape and live on the run? I wont do it!

"So, have you come to a decision?" Jotaro asked Crazy in a calm emotionless voice.

"Yeah. I have, and my answer is no! I know that nothing but bad things will happen once I escape. I can't risk it with my luck just yet!"

Crazy got up, and left the area to find another empty seat. He could not sit back with Pajamas, he had enough stress to deal with by himself. Little did he know that a peculiar boy with silver hair was particularly interested in what just occurred.

40 minutes later...

All of the prisoners were leaving the mess hall. Crazy was walking out when he saw the guards with a table with a cloth over it, covering some odd shaped objects underneath.

What is under that? Crazy looked around him, he was one of the final few to leave. Nobody was watching him he thought. There was, but he never noticed.

Crazy took a gamble, he followed the guards, he was curious as to what was under the table.

Just a little peek wont hurt, will it? Just follow them and get a glimpse of what it is, and go back to the cells. Easy! He felt very uneasy as he followed the guards around, after following for around half a minute.

The tension grew as Crazy started to crack under the pressure, he was distanced around 5 meters away from the guards currently.

His foot slipped blowing his cover. He knew the guards were turning around.

Quick! Hurry! Think Crazy! Think!

He turned around and saw the corner. He bolted to the corner! Right as he was rounded the corner, something grabbed his ankle and pulled.

Crazy looked around, but saw nothing to stop him from being dragged away to whatever was pulling him.

"A prisoner! He followed us... Damned stupid MONKEYS." When the guard said the last word he kicked Crazy off of the ground.

He kicked Crazy back down with his hoof. He would have defended himself and gone on the offensive, but some force was holding Crazy down. The guards relentlessly kicked him into the until they heard his voice from the ground.

"... Whats... Under... That... Damn... Table?..." After Crazy uttered these words he coughed for a while. The Guards stopped for a moment.

"Let me tell you a secret. Just between us, Okay." The first Guard said in a sadistic tone. Crazy would have nodded for emphasis. But he was restrained against the ground.

The First chucked menacingly. "People who choose not to take the test are not prisoners for life..."

What does he mean by that... Wait... No, it can't be! Crazy coughed on the floor from the beating they had given him. He looked up to see both of the Guards looking down at him. They spoke together.

"YOU ARE KILLED IF YOU DON'T TAKE IT AS WELL!"

This caught Crazy off guard. His mind blanked except for one thought in his mind.

Killed? No way...

The rest was a blur for him. What he knew actually happened was that apparently he was moving to a different cell.

While Crazy approached the cell he noticed that there was nobody within the cells directly next to it or in front. He gulped because this was probably solitary confinement.

Crazy was shoved inside, before he could react the door shut behind him. He turned around only to realize that his solitary confinement, was not so solitary after all.

There was a kid with white hair and striking blue eyes. The boy stared for a moment only to look away a moment after. Crazy walked to the farthest corner of the cell and sat.

This Kid is bad news, he does not have a single scratch but is also in solitary confinement with me! I should get out ASAP!

"Yo." Crazy jumped due to the sudden scare he was given.

Crazy managed to do a small wave to his cellmate as to not appear rude. The boy spoke again,

"I'm Killua by the way. What got you stuck here anyway?" He asked in a calm but still intimidating manor. Crazy calmed down a bit.

"I followed some of the guards but got caught in the act."

"Cool." He said in a bored tone, "I tripped one of the guards leading the line back to the cells. It was so funny."

"Wait, what! Damn, I wish I could have seen it." Crazy said with fake enthusiasm.

Crazy spoke again.

"Are you going to take it?"

"Take what?" Killua said clearly messing with him.

"The test starting tomorrow! You know... Kind of a big deal." Crazy said in a deadpan voice.

Killua's answer surprised Crazy. "Nah. Ill stay and find a way to escape from in here. How about you?"

A brief moment of silence washed over them as Crazy tried to think of an answer.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now, I think I'm going to do it!" Crazy turned around to look out of the cell bars, the right hallway was obscured from vision while to the left was a wall.

"You might want to take this than." Before Crazy could turn around He felt something strange behind him. The substance was not touching him but he knew it was there. Kind of a sixth sense.

"WHAT-" It was then that Crazy felt something stranger, he felt this strange thing was not coming at him anymore, but coming out of him. It looked like a white mist and it was coming off of his body.

Crazy gulped before he asked Killua in a confused voice. "What did you just do to me? What is this stuff? Am I dying?" Killua responded.

"Every micropyle has opened on your body. That is your 'nen' or life force. You have to concentrate on stopping its flow. Or you will die."

"WHAT!"

Author's Note

PS: Killua Zoldyck is a character from an anime called Hunter x Hunter. All rights are reserved for Yoshihiro Togashi.

PSS: Jotaro Kujo is Property of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure by the Mangaka Hirihiko Araki All rights reserved for him