"Ugh…" he winced as pain shoots through his body as he tries to move a bit. Slowly he blinks open his eyes. As usual, there is nothing but darkness that surrounds him.

There was nothing but emptiness.

He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know why he is here of all places. And he doesn't want to know. Is he being held hostage? A prisoner…? Judging by the chain around both his arms and legs, probably the latter choice.

Too much things swirling around his head right now. He never once hear voice of other prisoner, if it was a jail in the first place. Why is everything so quiet? Where is everyone?

CLANK!

"Omo… is this the underground basement?" finally, he hears someone talking.

"It doesn't look like a dungeon. A hidden passage, I'd say."

"Is that a chain…?"

He can hear their footsteps coming down the hall. The chain… it must be the same chain that held his wrists together. If that is true, it means those two men will find him by following the chain.

Finally, there are peoples coming for him. Finally, after quite some time longing alone in complete darkness for freedom…

Tap. Tap.

But why… is this feeling? Somehow he feels so restless all of a sudden. His nose smells somethingI sweet, something enticing. His ears hear something so… calm yet in a kind of rush, which reminds him of a river's flow. It is something nice, sweet, and oddly warm. What is that 'something'? suddenly freedom doesn't seem so interesting anymore.

The footsteps keep going closer and closer, as does that something. He can feel his adrenaline rushed like crazy. A few seconds later, his eyes notice a flashlight from afar.

Do they know I am here? Should I call for them…?

Fortunately, they seem to keep following the chain. It means they will come to him n matter what. After some moment, one of the men finally notices him.

"W-What is that…?"

"Holy! Is he dead already?"

They come, closer, closely, so close. They begins touching him, begins inspecting him. But he does not mind. That sickly sweet, enticing, and warm… around him.

"Rrgh…" he can't hold himself anymore. Whatever it is, that sweet thing is the most important thing. He must have it, right here, right now. He will take them all for his own self. He must get it ALL.

CLANK! CLANK!

The chains falls onto the floors as the binds broke. He grins in triumph, cackling like a maniac. His eyes glint in a pure desire to kill. To murder.

"A-Aahh! Claws?! Fangs! Fuck, man! He's fuckin' still alive!"

"Didn't you just say he died?! R-Run!"

"STOOP!"

"N-No! Don't hurt me—AAAAH—!"

What is this thing? So warm, and tastes good. Wet and coppery, but still nice. Ah, did he take it all already? Why is these two men stop struggling? Why do they keep silent of a sudden?

A blow of wind brushes off his bangs. He shudders. It must be freedom.

Slowly, but surely, he walks through the 'hidden passage'. Finally he can feel freedom as he stepped outside the passage. A familiar scent of forest quickly entering his senses. It was dark, but something else has made the darkness disappeared from above. He glanced up.

The moon.

"A-ah…" he starts to talks, but his voice comes hoarse. "…it's about time I finally awaken from my supposedly eternal slumber. Thou, the moon that never sets, shall be the witness of my continue endless travels. I am… Jellal Fernandes." He licks his lips, tasting the sweet taste of blood.

~ to be continue ~

Should I continue…? :(
I'll wait for your answer until the next weekend.