10 Years Before (Chapter 2)
Right After (Chapter 1)
I awoke in a dark cell, metal bars greeted my retinas as my eyelids opened and my ears were greeted by something far more horrific a screech of some sort was coming from behind the bars it sounded feminine... I ran to stick my head out to see what was causing so much noise... At least that is what I wanted to do, what I couldn't account for was my legs launching me forward about five meters, straight into the metal bars where my left jawbone was cracked open by the force of jumping. I yelped in pain as I clutched for my jawbone only for it to be completely fixed before my hands could reach for it. I proceeded to stick my head out of the bars slowly because I was unsure of what my body was capable of. My eyes with met with a blank void of darkness that wasn't there before I stuck my head out. I pulled my head back and like magic my vision was returned to me and I saw the an opposite prison cell across from me with stairs to the left of the cell and the right of me. There was also another cell to the left of me and to the right of the cell.
I started hear faint screams from what sounded like further down this "cell" block, presuming that this was a prison because I was trapped. Freedom I did not have it... i need to obtain it (my brain was screaming out to me). "Alright children, Wake Up!" a male voice sounded off from further up in the corridor. I stood up, I was ready, I wasn't going to escape this place i knew that i after my brain had grasped the fact that they could use voids. Their facility was surely highly guarded. My "cell" door was opened and I immediately saw a beautifully sculpted girl, my mouth was probably hanging open. I was shocked I never knew somebody could look that beautiful. However everything about her was screaming for me to run for my life, it felt as if she was going to consume my soul... My heart ached as I watched her stare at me blankly with no expression on her face...Fear filled my soul as I continued to stare, as I continued to stare my brain couldn't remember thinking of anything else than her bloodlust aura and exceptional beauty...
"James, get a hold of yourself prepare yourself for what is to come", a voice in my head sounded before could ask who or what this thing was another voice boomed across corridor I and a few other children that seemed to be my age.
The corridor booming voice sounded with an extremity of order and over zealous pride summoning us to stand on guard. My mind was lost in awe as my body was moving without my consent and I fell powerless as my body stature moved on its own. I stood on attention my head facing slightly upward, all my muscles cohesively pulling so that I couldn't even move a single inch of my body. I gone felt alone in that moment drenched with fear as my body couldn't move, I knew then that my freedom was gone, gone with winds that brought me here. Gone with my emotions as my callousness grew in a instant I forgot about everyone around me, sweltered with emotions, I dug a pit in my soul and threw them in. It was over I was swallowed by my own.
"We will succeed James, nothing will stand in our way we will get our freedom back" Drake says to me I glimmer of sparked in my chest but almost instantly snuffed out by the lack of emotions that could no longer support my faith and hope for that dream.
Marching as he did we soon did as well, past he came on his feet stomping the ground, as if like robots in a line we started to the same as the two people who faced across from one another joined in this dictator of master...master where did that come from, I've never used that word in m life i am my own person could it be that my lack of freedom or the fact that i had come to terms with that idea had lead me to believe that I was now a slave with such speed...It was my turn, as I began to turn and ramb my foot on the ground still having no utter control of my body.
I marched and marched on, one could have thought that through all this that I could have found pleasure in the feeling of no longer having the feeling of running, but it only reminded me... hours had gone by as we continued to march in these empty corridors that were cemented through and through... *Stomp* *Stomp* Irritation grew with my group of new found of peers, I felt it bouncing off the walls smacking us in the face taunting us as if to remind us that we couldn't do anything.
My legs began to burn, boil and bubble with the constant pressure and flack of vibration caused by our march. This sensation of pain felt relaxing to me, I felt at home safe and warm consolidated by pain as everyday life was now... I was marching hopelessly, broken up by these afflicting feelings that kept rising up perhaps Joy? Sadness? No it was my mind playing tricks on me.
"Halt!" Master had called us to stop as we abruptly came to a halt, and with straightened backs we waited for...