Yeah. Thought of this at like two in the morning. This is the stuff I come up with after I lay in bed at two-four in the morning after playing video games. Maybe I should stop playing violent video games? My brother gave me the idea. My brother was all like seriously? Two in the morning?
Me: Yeah why not? Summer vaca ya know?
Brother: Why did you pick a male character?
Me: I haven't played as a male yet.
Brother: Ok so why an elf?
Me: Why not?
Bother: Why a mage? They're illegal right?
Me: Well so is stealing and little kids do it all the time in real life. Why not do something illegal for a change. At least in a game anyway. That's why there's grand theft auto.
Brother: People always seem to want to kill you in that game. What happens if they kidnap you or something? Killing doesn't seem to work well for them anyway. Why don't they think of capture and torture if they hate you so much?
Me: Ya know what? I don't know. I guess they're all just stupid... Wait. Mind If I use that idea?
Brother: Ummm what idea? Whatever sure.
"Come on! Scream! I want to hear your pain mage!"
That bastard. The guy was just horrid. The whipping hurt horridly, but just like every other torture I've been through these past few days or so would be endured in silence. I had been through so much without screaming and if I did now it would all be a wasted effort. I would not give him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out in pain. So I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly under the blindfold and endured.
"Hit the elf harder!"
I gripped the chain that bound my hands. I was really hoping the chain would break from the ceiling and send stone falling down on my to just end this torment, but what were the odds of that happening? Sick bastard. Watching another suffer. Who did this Alard guy think he was? A small whimper escaped my lips with the next strike. Alard gave a laugh of triumph.
"Scream already! I'm waiting.~" He said in a sing songy voice.
No. I won't scream. I won't. I was far too stubborn to give him that satisfaction. Besides. What kind of leader would I be if I broke to torture?! I wouldn't. I couldn't. Not now. Not as long as I was a Grey Warden. As long as that remained true I would not scream. I had to stay strong.
"You're testing my patience mage."
That's great. Sounds like a personal problem to me. My problem was pain not your patience. I don't care about your problems. My whole body was aching. My wrists were hurting horridly. Fighting against the restraints earlier was a bad idea, I know. All I accomplished was rubbing my wrists raw, but I... I... I bit my lip. My back felt like it was in fire.
"Fine." Alard growled. "If you think that burns..."
He couldn't read minds, could he? No. Impossible! Right? He snapped his fingers. The whipping stopped. My body shook.
"Try this."
I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Whatever he had planned I knew wasn't good. I tensed my muscles in a weak attempt to get my body to stop shaking. I heard the other guy laugh. He was a bastard too. I didn't know his name so I guess he was just going to have to be 'Bastard.'
"It's like he knows."
Knows what?
"Beg for mercy you low life!" Alard shrieked with excitement.
"No!"
Who? The heat that was just about to touch my shoulder blade seemed to have been batted away by some strong wind or force. Wind? We were underground, right? At least that's what it felt like. The sound of metal landing on the stone floor was deafening as it echoed off the walls.
"Come here on a rescue mission swine?" Alard sneered. "Way to ruin my fun. And I was This close to hearing a beautiful scream."
Was not. I could practically feel the hostility in the air. I heard what sounded like an arrow being knocked. Armor clacking slightly as the wearer got into a battle stance.
"Ooh, planning on fighting US?" Alard chuckled. "So be it."
Dammit! What was going on?! Who were the intruders?!
"But we fight outside. I don't want my beautiful fortress wrecked anymore than it already is."
A door opened and for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, I felt the soft breezes of the wind. Warm sunlight caressing my beaten and bruised flesh. There seemed to be a long moment of hesitation before anyone moved I heard the sound of someone accidentally kicking the metal object and then Alard chuckled. The door closed. I was once again encased in cold silence. Forget the sound of the echoing metal. This silence was far more deafening than any sound. I couldn't take it! I couldn't take it anymore! I yanked and pulled at the chain. My wrists painfully disagreed with the action, but I didn't care. I had to get out! I couldn't handle it. I wanted to see the sun! I wanted out! I wanted out so bad it hurt. It hurt just as bad if not more so than the physical pain I felt all over my body. If I could've stood and used my bound hands to remove the cloth over my eyes I would've. My muscles gave out on me whenever I tried. It hit me hard then. I quit my pulling. If it wasn't for the chains holding me up I would've let myself drop to the cold bloodied floor. I was never getting out of here. Whoever came here would most likely lose. And if they did win, who said that they weren't just as cruel? Who said they hated wardens just as much and wanted to get a chance as well? This torment would never end. Wait... It wasn't silent. The chains above my head rattled slightly. I was still shaking. Just like that the sounds of a fight met my ears. The fight to see who was going to torture me started, huh? The fight seemed to have lasted for about an hour, but then again I had no sense of time here. I hadn't even a clue how long I had even been here. I heard the unmistakable sound of Alard screaming in pain Just hearing that sent fear coursing through me. They must be far worse than him.
"Doesn't feel too good to be branded, does it?!"
Branded? Was that what the metal object was? A branding iron? I flinched at the sound of the finishing blow. The door opened seconds later. They drew closer. My empty stomach clenched with fear, giving me the feeling like I was about to be sick. I tensed feeling a hand on my shoulder.
"It's ok. It's just us. Think you can take care of this?" The speaker asked tapping the lock that kept the chains in place.
"Don't insult me." Another spoke and started on the lock.
The blindfold came off and I hesitantly opened my eyes. However I quickly snapped them shut due to the harsh sunlight coming in through the open door.
"Damn. How long have you had that on?" The first speaker asked more to himself.
A moment later the lock came undone. The moment the chains released me I collapsed into a cold armor chestplate. Still shaking. Why? Why did I have to be shaking. It made me look weak and afraid. Both true, but I didn't have to look it.
"Got ya."
I slowly opened my eyes again. I blinked several times trying to get my eyes to adjust.
"We have to go."
"I know that."
"Do you think you can lift him?"
"Pfft. Don't insult me." The first speaker mimicked.
"Nnggh." I groaned at the sudden movement.
The blinding sunlight prevented me from opening my eyes for a while. It took much longer for my eyes to adjust to such harsh light for my liking. The sky however was a beautiful blue color. Few clouds flawed its beauty. I looked at my rescuers and took a second to recognize them. How could I have forgotten?! Oghren, Anders, and the rogue who in the past had tried to kill me, Nathaniel. At that point I felt myself relax. Not only physically, but mentally as well. I was saved? I was finally saved? Finally free? I took a breath and let my exhaustion take me.
Just like that he went limp in Oghren's arms. The sticky blood that coated his armor wouldn't be too easy to clean off, but at the moment he didn't care. The walk back was short to their dismay.
"How? How could they have been hiding so close by and we didn't even find them until now?" Oghren's fist hit the little unsteady table with enough force to make the others jump.
"Please. I need silence." Ander pleaded as he went back to working on the wounds.
It was times like these that having a healer paid off.
"Just be glad we got there when we did. No use complaining about it now." Nathaniel said ignoring the small plea.
It was true. A moment later and he would have a haunting scar. A brand. A mark of ownership. The sight of their leader so beaten and bloodied had been enough, but had he been branded? Nothing could make such a mark vanish. Now that mongrel's corpse was branded with that A. However they made to very clear that the A was not his this time. Not A for Alard. A for Aaron. Hopefully his corpse, but if he survived that strike then he wouldn't come back. But if he did they would make sure he never came around to bother them again. They had been merciful that time due to the seriousness of the situation. If he survived they wouldn't be so nice. It would be the end.
Anyway the only characters I own are Alard and the other guy who went unnamed. I have problems I know. After all I did agree to do a oogji board weegi board (Or however it's spelled)in a graveyard so yeah. Problems.
