Back at the cells where there is a grusome scene of a bleeding pierced boy suspended in the air dead. A blueish skinned boy having a viscous black blob coming from its mouth and stained on its rags.Two small girls unconscious on the floor one staring at the ceiling with a bashed deformed face having big bruises that shut her eyes and nose. The other girl face down on the floor while here body is on top of the girl.
"Cough" "Cough" "cough" "wheeze" "Goddamit I forgot how annoying it was being alive." the blueish boy begins coughing grasping his chest. turning to his right he extends his arm his hand landing on the floor still grasping his chest. "Agh please work, Protectors! Field!" A sliver light begins form from the hand touching the floor spreading untill it encompasses the children in a sphere. The children in the sphere begin having the injuries cured not instantly but slowly extremely slowly.
The suspended boy and the bruised girl have their wounds glowing in a tint of green which is slowly healing them. The girl who has her face planted to floor has a yellow veil glowing around her head while also having the same green tint on here arms. Finally the blue boy, grasping his chest groaning in pain in a cradle position laying on his side is ironically being healed by a blue smoke entering by his nose and mouth. 'They're doing this on purpose.' slowly trying to lift himself, he sits arching his back to the wall he slowly begins breathing slowly. Looking at his surroundings the sphere that form is constantly changing color the main color begin green mostly. "So this is his gift to me, if this was a game it would be similar to a healing field. Then again common sense says that there is no such thing as magic and novel system, I'm losing it aren't I." closing his eyes he sleeps not in a cold dark cell but what can only be described as a warm embrace.
It is morning the sun shines through a cell window shining on all the children. The children are in different positions. Suspended boy is on the floor not skewered or bloody besides his tattered bloody rags. The two girls are hugging each no longer having bruises on their body, they also no longer have a collar or are chained to each other. Lastly is the blue boy who is no longer blue go figure.
first to wake up is the boy who has his rags covered in black bile. "Ow ow, my neck and my back hurt" small movements and the sound of cracks from a stiff body wake up the others. "What are you complaining." The voice of the other boy which sounds slightly higher. "Try experiencing being skewed alive." getting up on all fours while turning his head to bile boy.
"ya no thanks, hey! you two wake up!" staring at the two girls. A voice of a wispy girl "I'm up." dragging her body up sitting on her knees "But not her sadly." looking at the other girl holding onto her sisters stomach as she was a body pillow. "She might need more rest, cough, damn the original owner almost destroyed her vocal cords cough" rubbing on her throat while turning her head to the boys.
"I don't think we should continue staying here." says the bile boy turning his head to the right. "it be great if we had time to adjust, but judging by the obvious destroyed cell we should try to find a better shelter." looking at the cells destroyed, on the ground are cell bars bent and sliced. "Also it's best to move while the sun is up traveling in the dark is suicide let alone us not knowing where we even are in the first place." turning his head to the boy who was able to stand up while the chatter was going. "hey, use the bars on the floor as weapons pass me a long one also." pointing at the long bar with a bent end.
The strong boy staggering in his walks while grumbling heads to the bars only to stop.
At the end of the wall directly leading to the children cell is a pitch black hall where a door should be. That hall is the only entrance and exit from this place. The sound of heavy steps is heard along with other sounds. all the children freeze even the girl who is sleeping tenses.
A Loud snarling and deep breathing comes from the dark with a low deep inhuman voice.
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"Is this wise Judge"