In the line of light that streamed down, plunging through the thick darkness that surrounded it, a man sat, clasped to a chair. His body was tied firmly to it with iron chains and his hands and feet behind him with thick ropes. His disheveled hair and blood that coated his face, all to describe the torturous situation he was in.
Fred woke up feeling all sore and restrained, every part of his body ached. At first, he sat unmoving sipping in the battalion of pains, the ones that ravaged his body and pounding one that throbbed in his head. He would feel the weakness within as though it weeathes his heart and drowned him in that bloody river of pains. Drugs. He knew it. He was injected and restrained and the darkness that was constant even with his eyes opened, he knew it was a blindfold. If there was any man he knew that could with such effrontery do this to him, he knew it was his father. A man that cared not for others, much so for the risks he took that cost lives. He cared only though, for the bags of glory, wealth, and respect that came to him. More to say, he was a stingy man.
' F*ck '. He raged. ' Let me out of here. I will fuckin' kill you if you don't get me out '. He yelled more filling the empty room with the echoes of his screams.
' I said let me out '. He struggled with the restraints and throve for a way out. ' I will kill you, I promise. Do you think I would agree? Even if you lock me in the dungeon, man, I ain't agreeing. Get me out right now '.
He felt his strength fading away and the pain slowly turning to numbness. He wasn't ready to give up. He wasn't comfortable so what was there to give up for, trusting to fall back to comfort and solace? The pains that recoiled from the screams and struggle for freedom were equivalent to the ones he felt within and the ones that seeped from the bounds on his feet and hands. With many fights, he knew and with a superior pain on the struggling side, he would be free.
' You better let me out of here, if you still want to live by tomorrow '. He threatened out of exasperation.
And as for how certain the threats were, it was left to his willpower and determination and not on his strength.
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' How many shots of the drug, did you give to him? '. His father asked the doctor that stood by his side. The glass window helped them screen his every move.
' Five, Sir as you instructed '. The doctor answered bridging the glasses up his nose.
' And you said it will kill him if it did not leave him in a coma? '.
' Yes Sir '. He gulped, feeling the nervousness in his speech.
' Hmmm '. Was his response as he watched his son struggle with the restraints. He knew the capabilities of his son and how the fire he burned others with was slowly burning him from the inside. How the rage and hate he bottled all those years was gradually eating him up.
Walking into his office and seeing his son lying unconscious on the ground with the smoke emitting from him, made him feel remorseful. It reminded him of his younger days and how he struggled to control and contain the power he had.
He despised him(Fred) and when he was supposed to forgive and accept him after his misconducts, he banished him and searched for an heir to the throne in his younger brother(Fierce). He regretted his actions and hoped to make everything right with him. So when he brought him back to the kingdom, he didn't know for sure if it was out of selfishness or selflessness or love, but he knew that if he must be protected and safe, he must be out of the reach of the enemies that sought for his heart. He has to be around his home, around the Kingdom where the King and his people would stand by him.
He knew he would hate him more and the hate would burn him too, but to teach him how to control it would found the process of acquiring the knowledge of how to protect himself, especially with the most powerful object in the universe inside him.
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Let's continue with Fred's story, can we?.
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