Number 6 - The Origin

Number 6 was born in an alcove within the great Coliseum. His mother, a weathered woman of 26 years and countless battles, died shortly after giving birth. One final victory, this time, away from the drunken leering of the horde. As he lay screaming in her arms, she gave him a light squeeze. Not enough pressure to harm the newborn, but enough that years later, he desperately desired the embrace of another to feel truly safe. As she took her last breath, his crying stopped briefly, as if he recognized something was happening, but the moment passed. When the guard found them the next morning, baby cradled in the arms of a dead mother, he called out to the warden: "Another one! Grab the lift!" Picking the wailing baby out of the corpse's arms, he briskly walked the baby to the gate. "Got another one, how many does that make?" he muttered to his colleague.

"Six. We're nearly done"

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