Paris traversed down the spiraling steps, deeper and deeper. The sound of chains rattling and screams entered his ears. Humans...no they were too far gone to be called humans. They were monsters. Trapped monsters. Cages were placed on either side of where Paris was walking.
He crouched down, looking inside one of the many cages. A wolf-eared boy in rags filled his vision. His teeth were sharp and his nails just as sharp, both completely bared at Paris. His tail was stood up as he had his rear up like a wild animal completely on guard.
This is because to him... an actual monster was on the other side of the cage.
Paris then stood up as so the cage was about the height of his knee. He placed his fingers on his chin.
"How unsightly." Paris made an utterly disgusted face at the wolf-boy. He then started to kick the cage furiously. He started chipping away at the nail of his thumb with his teeth.
"How disgusting. How disgusting. Imperfect. Imperfect. Why do you even exist?" He kept on mumbling.
The wolf-boy couldn't tell him to stop kicking as he never learnt how to communicate. He never learnt how to form a sentence or speak as all he's ever known is this cage he was trapped in and the harsh experiments he's endured.
"GAHH!" The wolf boy cried out.
Paris then stopped.
"Ah...how unsightly of me. Your right, I shouldn't get so angry with you. I made you after all. Don't worry...you'll soon be completely perfect."
The wolf-boy tilted his head confused, but at least he stopped kicking. Then his stomach started to rumble. The rumbling sensation in the wolf-boy's stomach was common and he didnt pay much mind to it. After all, they gave all these experiments just enough to keep on living.
"Hungry, huh? I guess you would be. Shun must also be hungry. It's about time to feed him."
Paris opened the cage. He grabbed a syringe out of his pocket. He grabbed the wolf-boy by the hair and swiftly injected the syringe right into the wolf-boy's neck. Awake but paralysed. Fully aware and scared. Hungry and completely helpless.
Paris carried him to the deepest part of the castle and threw the wolf-boy like a piece of meat to a pack of...wolves.
Paris watched Shun, who was chained to the wall of his own personal prison room.
"Release his shackles!" Paris shouted.
A group of soldiers, wielding long rods entered the room. They cautiously made their way closer towards the beast named Shun. They precisely uncuffed the thick, metallic chains which held Shun's jaw shut. His mouth opened wide, showing his sharp beast-like teeth. His tongue oozing out saliva as he looked at the wolf-boy. His eyes then locked onto the wolf-boy's limp body.
They then unchained one of his arms. His nails were sharp, clearly suited for hunting and killing. The soldiers then ran back upstairs, in fear of Shun. Why wouldn't they be? They just released a monster, although not completely uncahined or 'perfect'. Not yet.
"Not yet perfect." Paris mumbled to himself. "Eat!" Paris shouted stretching one of his arms, his hand widespread open. "Eat and grow stronger!"
Shun stared at the food he was delivered. The wolf-boy stuck to the cold floor. Staring in fear at the great, gigantic beast.
"Now eat!" Paris reiterated.
Shun stared at the wolf-boy. Stared and stared. He stretched his arms out and grabbed the wolf-boy by the scruff of his neck. He opened his mouth. Paused for a moment and then closed it and then plopped the wolf-boy on the floor. Shun tilted his head in confusion.
"That is your food!" Paris pointed at the wolf-boy.
Shun vigorously shook his head in disapproval.
"Are you refusing to eat?" Paris looked annoyed. "Are you disobeying me?!" Veins popped out of his forehead.
Shun looked at Paris in disgust.
"Enough of this! Guards! Take away the wolf-boy!"
Soldiers came rushing back down into Shun's room, wielding swords and spears.
Shun looked at the scared and injured wolf-boy. He opened his eye's wide open and looked at the swarms of guards.
Immediately, every soldier tensed up and hesitated. Some of the soldier's hands shook and even Paris himself flinched at his own creation. He then began to smile nervously.
"Guards! Detain the wolf-boy!" He pointed forward. A group of soldiers from the swarm inched closer. One of the soldiers from the group stretched out his hand toward the wolf-boy. On instinct, the wolf-boy flinched in fear from the stretched out hand.
In the very next moment, the soldier's body had made contact with one of the walls. He was slammed against the wall and his whole body was crushed and his bones were broken. The wall itself had caved in, making a human-sized crater.
Shun had completely broken free from his chains.
Not a single soul in that room could even percieve the monster's movement, except the monster himself.
Paris couldn't help but grin ear to ear. "Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. His strength. His speed. I'm so...overjoyed!" Paris had a euphoric look on his face.
All the soldiers dropped their weapon and ran with 'tails tucked between their legs'.
Paris went on his knees, looking up and marvelling at Shun.
Shun took the wolf-boy and carried him in one of his palms and with other hand he struck right through Paris. However, Shun's hand phased right through him, and then his body turned to smoke. Shun paused for a moment and then continued running, making the castle shake with every step. Shun was making an escape from this castle!
Paris reappeared outside the King's chamber. He dusted his soldiers, cleared his throat and knocked on the king's door.
"Your majesty! It is me, Paris!"
In a quiet voice, he could hear the king reply, "Enter."
The king was laying in his bed.
"I am feeling weak Paris. I am tired. Very weak and very tired. Why have you come to me? Why visit a king like me?"
Paris grabbed a chair and sat by the king's bedside. "Please do not speak like that my king."
"I am so young and yet I am weaker than the old."
"My king, you are-"
"-Paris? Why have you come?"
"Shun...the beast. He escaped!"
"Escaped, you say?"
"Yes, my king!"
"Paris! How foolish do you think I am?!"
"My king?"
The king of Coldera sat up, leaned his back against the head of his bed and then he coughed heavily. He looked deep into Paris's eyes.
"Paris. Why did you let him 'escape'?"
Paris grinned from ear to ear.