Prologue
The young man's frail form was unmoving.
His body was bound to a wooden post that was on his back. His hands were no longer handcuffed for his captors knew that escape was futile anyway; they had impaired his ability to walk. His left leg and two arms were heavily bruised, with an invisible pumping feeling that magnified the pain of inch-deep cuts and punctures, now covered in dry blood. A yellow, carrion-smelling gash ran along from the junction of his neck to his left chest, narrowly missing his heart, which anyone could hardly hear beating. Such poor heart, wretched as it. It has outlived sixteen years in this cruel world, and no one knew of how much broken it was, nor the fact that it has been suffering for quite sometime now.
The only hint that the lifeless body still held life was his vibrant green eyes (the glasses that usually sat perched on his nose rested a few feet from him - a wreckage beyond recognition). But the said man's emerald orbs often dimmed dark – a inexplicable sign of emptiness. Warm crimson still flowed into his blood vessels, heart still pumped though with a wee bit more effort than before, but alas, the young man's mind was nowhere to be found. A dementor could kiss that man, but it will never be able to extract a soul out of its body simply because the living vessel's soul and mind has long corroded not long after being subject to torture, mental and physical.
Within that mindscape, all that was left was a cold husk of resentment, darkness, and something else that was entirely…different.
A/n: I'll try to do this with some justice. There'll be an edited version, and soon.