As I began to awaken, my vision was blurry. I hear faint voices of anger and indecisiveness in the tone. I had a feeling things were about to run amok in this here dungeon or wherever I am.
Confusion…
Dizziness…
Questions unanswered…
I realized I was tied and bound by a rope across my wrists. They began to swell and rash up as the rough material scraped against my flesh. I tried to maneuver my way out of them, wiggling back and forth.
Pointless…
I wondered… and then realized my time has come… might as well have some fun before I go.
"Hey, you!" I yelled out as they turned towards me.
"Yeah… you. You'd best kill me, boy. If you don't, I guarantee I will break free and fuck your whore mother!" I added, as I laughed loudly in their faces.
"Shut the fuck up!" he said in a deep voice, as he uppercut me upwards on the tip of my nose.
Everything slowed down after that, as I saw stars circling me, with a ringing in my ears, humming intensely.
"What are King Titus' plans moving forward, huh?"
"I don't know… what I do know is that we are going to crush you and your army full of bastards and cunts." I shouted.
"Oh yeah?!"
"YEAH," I claimed, as he laughed and walked back over to a table in the corner that had a steel bear claw with sharp blades sticking out of the fingertips.
He took that bear claw over to me and stuck it deep into my chest and ripped and shredded into my skin down to my abdomen… slowly.
"AHHH!! MMMM!" I yelled as I began to breathe heavily from the pain.
The first scratch went deep, but not too deep that it would sever an artery, just deep enough for me to really feel the pain.
Blood flowing…
Heart pumping…
He then hit me across the cheek with a very powerful punch, forcing my head to lean to the side of my left shoulder…
Blood draining from my mouth…
"You want to talk now?" he asked, as I sat there for a second, taking everything in.
"Fuck. You." I said sternly, as I spat blood on his face.
He grabbed me by my throat and asked, "You sure about that, boy?"
"Oh… I am sure." I said, as he looked at me and shoved my forehead back. I leaned back into the chair, staring at the blurry lantern swinging back and forth on the ceiling.
"Beat the holy hell out of him and see if he feels differently afterwards," Gunther said, as the men started wailing on me…
Pressure.
Aches of pain…
Burning gashes…
Repetitive blows to the face…
Stars circling…
Slowed down voices and motions…
Blood… so much blood…
Numbness vibrating through my body…
"FUCK YOU!" I yelled, faintly with a slur in my words.
"TALK!!"
"SUCK… MY… COCK, GUNTHER!"
As he took out his bear claw and ripped it into my chest again, but this time it was on the other side of my chest, down my abdomen.
Blood rushing and gushing down my body.
"God damn it!!! Ahhhh!!!" I yelled, hoping it would stop.
"He is a tough son of a bitch isn't he… dispose of his body, I have to leave." King Gunther mentioned, as he left in his royal bear skin clothes.
As I sat in that chair, I prayed to the Gods for mercy on my soul. Suddenly… the door comes flying open, as a blurry figure barges through it. Killing the bastards inside.
"Hel…p…" I said, as I felt warm blood splat across my face. They charged over to me and untied my bounds. The men wept for mercy just before they met their fate from this mysterious person of the unknown. Everything goes black, as I feel myself limping and being guided to freedom. I hear faint barking from the hounds behind us in the distance. We hopped onto their horse and rode off into the moonlight.
Blurriness…
Visions of darkness…
Finally, we get far enough away from them to make camp. As I woke up the next morning to the smell of smoke, with dried up blood from head to toe. Penetrating pain in the roots of my body. My face and body were completely bruised through each blood vessel. I looked around, as my body was weak. I see… Bucky… thank the Gods he's okay… but how…?
Coughing…
Wheezing…
Bright sky shining into my damaged eyes…
A figure standing above…
Quiets me with a soft touch to my lips and brings water to them in a gentle motion…
It… Its… Celest! As her face peeks into the light.
I smile, as I let out one more huff and drift off into a sleep so peaceful that I might not wake up, but… I think I would be okay with that… as her face would be the last thing I ever saw.
"Rest, Alex. Shh."