"Who are you talking to, you asshole?" one of the guards asked as they walked into the room. I kept quiet as I looked at the corner he was perched in. He was gone.
"take your lights out, would you? I'm trying to sleep here!"
"Why should we care you freak ass?" He asked intentionally placing the torch on my face and I could feel its heat on my face.
this guy is asking for it. he really is asking for it.
"I don't think we should do that." the second guard advised him while stepping back from me.
"you'll be dead by the morning, you asshole. no one is going to give a shit how you look like." The first guard taunted me and slapped my head. Third-person, into the list. I added. Looks like tomorrow I would be busy.
I closed my eyes and listened as they insulted me over and over again. even my parents' names, they dragged it onto the dirt and spit on it as they had fun. real fun. they even laughed about it.
the burning anger I felt deep inside of me rose until all I could burp out was anger.
deep inside of me, everything started vibrating. from my heart to my spine and every other organ I had within me. my bones, I felt them bend with excruciating pain.
my chest felt like it was set on fire.
I closed my eyes and thought of dad.
"Control it." he growled at me as I sat in all fours and roared. "the Ogre is already dead! you are alive, control it, and bend it to your will, Andrea. control it!" he shouted but as he gave even more advice, his voice became muffled and I felt tortured with sleep. exhausted. I wanted to sleep. but there was this desire inside of me. the one that ached to throw boulders, squash them with my hands. the desire to tower over mountains and to soar. wings set ablaze with no care in the world. and fly.
above mountains. fly. to feel the frost and silvery coldness of the clouds at the tips of my wings. the thrill of nothing but air beneath me for miles. the rush of air into my lungs and the feel of it as it brushed, roughly onto my fur and feathers.
"Andre!" I felt something call me. someone far from wherever I was as my body tore apart. all I could think of was the pain I was engulfed in. then there was this question. when did I go underwater that made my ears so full of water? I wasn't underwater, so why was my hearing...?"
"Who are you?" my father asked again. "Answer me! who are you?"
"who dares disturbs the resting place of the kings or Aragu? who dare defiles the lands of the holy guardians, I am the watcher of the resting places of the king! show yourself so you can taste my wrath! show yourself so claws can taste your flesh!" I felt my lips say, aloud. but I didnt say it. he was saying it. the sphynx. he shouted. his anger, I could feel it shake every single bone I had.
"control it! Andre! know you are in control!" my father kept on screaming my name as the sphynx fought over for control over my body. His paws, my paws hit the ground and the ground started to tremble. the trees around, I felt them all bow to his will.
he turned the forest around into Yateveo. the Yateveo rose to their feet, or rather cursed roots, and the roots attacked my father. "kill him. taste his flesh!" he said.
but...
"I am Andreana." I reminded myself in a whisper as they hit and insulted me simultaneously. I am a child..."
Ow! I groaned as a hit went for my ribs. And held my breath. My eyes started stinging and burning. My hands felt full of blood and about to pop under the high pressure of blood.
My veins burnt and I felt my bones break, stretch and bent. All excruciatingly painful.
"Wait, hold on." The first guard with a twisted mustache and a broken tooth said catching his breath. "I need to pee."
"You serious?" His colleague asked and he undid his trousers.
"But the king wants the armor intact."
"And he will get it intact. We can just clean it at the river after the execution."
"We are not going to live before then if the king finds out you peed in his armor."
"Arion, stop worrying." He soothed his friend as he pointed his junk at me.
Okay, now he is asking to get killed.
I let the beast take over and shifted my hand into a goat's hooves. Before I turned it into a dragon claw.
The suit covered the fleshy part of my claw as if it was smart or enchanted to do so.
They caught my movement and turned. But I was already done with his first punishment. I ripped his junk off his body with the razor-sharp claws of a dragon.
He screamed as his mate tried to draw his sword.
I used the heavy wooden block to his sword hand, preventing him from drawing it a second early. Before he could finish screaming ouch, I dug into his chest and came out with his heart still connected with the aorta and its vessels and squished it.
He froze and turned bright red before he collapse and I cut his heart out.
The circumcision unconsented lad rolled on the floor with a ballooning head.
I silently picked his testis and tiny Weiner off the ground and fed it to him and the heart too as I choked him.
He choked on it and I ripped his throat off with the claws and tossed his ripped off Adam's apple out of the cell.
I settled back into where I was hours ago and meditated. I did it once again. I let the beasts residing in me take over.
but they deserved it. but I felt guilty. I promised myself I wasn't going to kill as a beast but as me. Andre.
Sounds of rushed boots and metal clanking on metal came rushing down my ears and I smiled. the metalheads are back. the men's in cans of steel. they are coming.
my heart started dancing with anticipation of what they were going to do. or was it just nerves and I was scared of dying? was I growing afraid that my execution hour was approaching?
I closed my eyes and thought of my happiest moment.