Snakes Throne, Prolog

Dragged down a strange and sterile hallway is a boy no older then 12, clothes ripped and bloody with not a drop his own and eyes looking as though accepted death but it eludes him. He is thrown into a room and buckled into a chair, his eyes raise to look at a man in front of him, many men in lab coats of many races and faces. "what is your name" the man behind the large wooden desk asked, his accent thick of german. The boy remained silent looking around the room at the doctors with strange looks on their faces, the room was like a hospital office but dire with eroding stone walls and the desk was covered in reports but they where in german, even so a red stamp over a persons face is never positive. "Eric ..." the boy decided he would give them that much to put on the report before the red stamp goes over his face aswell. The boys features where soft but not feminine, his face was rounded like rocks pounded by the sea for centuries and his eyes brown as the fresh soil the rocks protect from the sea though his eyes felt more like stone in these moments. "Erikur is a name with many spellings" the man handed a pen to the boy and he wrote his name down though still no surname to speak of. "just erik?" the man inquired "a surname is from family" Erics thoughts trailed to how he got here. Out of his control his memories flashed vivid of being with his parents and brother before those things approached them, eyes black and red with colored tails bursting from their backs and one with a wing. He remembered blinking and trying to run and then the air filling with the smell of blood and a warm feeling on his back and not being able to hear anything, he remembers feeling weak and scared and falling, he remembers on the floor his ears ringing and more warm feelings on him before being lifted by a man a suit and taken away. He remembers looking back to where he was leaving and wishing he didnt. "those monsters took your family I see, do you want to hunt those monsters?" Erics face changed from defeated to inquisitive "im just a child" "that my son, is why you can fight hardest" the german smiled and Eric was escorted to a room that seemed halfway between a prison and a hospital room. As the door closed the doctor walked to the window in the door "they have no reason to live, we do, so live on to remind them of that my son" and as he left all the doctors followed and Eric collapsed on the bed, driven with his goal he stared at the ceiling as if to burn a hole in it with his eyes.

Months past of him training under there watchful eyes then came time for his surgery, he wasnt warned what it was before hand other then a way to level the playing field but that was enough for Eric, his drive didnt die. He was unconscious for all of it, his last sight was doctors around him with blades and the doctors he saw when he entered watching from afar. He woke exhausted and with a plate of food on either side of the room, he saw one was potatoes and sausages and over the past few months he had become accustom to the german food since he was in Germany now, the other plate however was something wrapped in paper and string and smelled delicious even from afar and he hoped a good meal would divert his attention from the searing pain in his left eye. He tried the potatoes and sausages first because he could tell what they were but they tasted wrong. The potatoes tasted like tissue paper used to clean up jerking off and the sausages tasted like silly putty covered in soap and the taste made him vomit onto the tray and forced a searing pain through his shoulder blades. He backed off from the tray and removed his shirt to whip the vomit from around his mouth and dripping down his chin then threw the shirt onto the stain "someone will clean it later" he mumbled to himself and he grabbed the wrapped square from the plate and sat on his bed, to his surprise laying down didnt hurt his back which made him question if he should have asked more questions before his surgery. He unwrapped the package and it appeared to meat, raw, as the fold opened blood dripped into his mouth and it tasted wonderful and he just let the meat fall out of the package towards his mouth which led to another surprise, his jaw opened much wider then he thought it could and let the meat slide into his mouth. The wonderful taste of the blood was half of how good this meat tasted, he chewed a little and swallowed it quickly and felt at peace from it as if it was helping him heal. For the first time since he lost his family he smiled, this small victory of a good meal was the most victory he had since then.

"vundabar" he heard boom over the speakers and he heard the locks on his door open "the common area is open to you now Eric, youll meet two others there" others? There is more then me? This placed seemed large but I didnt think … his thoughts trailed but he managed to get back on track and go down the hall. He had walked it a few times but now he noticed the other rooms had numbers with most scratched off but a couple not before entering a large area with tables, exercise equipment and other various activities and he saw one boy a bit older him wearing long with clothes reading at a table and sitting ontop of the table was a boy who wore a white t shirt and long white pants with one leg ripped off half way down the thigh, both boys had black hair with the reading boys having long bangs and the other with his bangs pulled back. "look Danny its the third, ohhhh he looks broody like you" the pulled back bangs jested at the other boy whose name is apparently Danny who responded with a sound that wasnt audible from the distance "enjoying my country three?" pulled back bangs asked, his smile didnt match this place, it was large and full of joy in this environment and something about him felt wrong. "my name isnt three, its Eric" he said as he took the defensive while taking steps closer to the two. "oh, im sorry Sir Erik, im Axel but you may call me the prince" again a smile crossed his face as if this is all a game to him, he also pronounced the name with a hard K like the doctor. "prince? Isnt that a bit fancy for this place?" Eric continued to walk forward "lab rats must have fun dont they? Besides I was first person to survive the operation so I have earned some respect kid" the smile for the first time fully faded from his face as he jumped and began walking towards Eric. There was at most the span of a blinking eye before Danny jumped between them "sod off prince" his voice was stoic "Eric dont antagonize him either" the prince actually listed to him and went back to sitting on the desk. "follow" Danny's face never seemed to break any emotion though he had to flip his bangs out of his eyes as he walked a bit many times and Eric sat beside Danny "it must seem weird but what did they do to us?" Eric asked finally wondering why they where here. The prince went to answer but Danny stopped him and just looked Eric in the eyes and then his eye turned to that of the monsters that took his family. Eric jumped back in shock at this "be the beast you wish to slay, I read that somewhere or something like that" Danny's eye returned to normal "and thats not all" the prince jumped back onto his feet again "and if im right about this" he went to punch Eric and he blocked, he felt his eye sting and something from his shoulders and then felt heavy. "son of a bitch I wasnt expecting THAT much" Eric looked at his arm, it was covered in what looked like metal wrapped like a screw around his arm and as he looked, it covered all of him and it even seemed as though he was looking through a visor. "SIR Eric is right you look like a fucking knight with that koukaku, and that looks like more then one from here" Eric was scared, he though he heard that word, did they mention it before? Did he just ignore them telling him about this, did they warn him he was going to be a monster? "Danny got two ukaku by the way so by default order you could beat him, mines a rinkaku but the doctors say its weird, welcome to the freak show" the prince let out a helping hand, his smile was no less strange then it was before but somehow he felt accepted by his hand and the steel dissolved around him, he was home now, with monsters.