A Flickering Wicker
"I finally did it…I'm free!" He cheered as his 'home' was set in chaos. "I can leave."
"And where do you think you're going, Wicker?" Boomed a deep menacing voice that seemed to vibrate the very fabric of space it's self. "You know that was a smart trick you pulled on your caretakers…for a wicker at least." Fear is what gripped this young man's heart, unchained, unrivaled fear. He slowly turned around, and there in front of him stood a man…no, demon arms crossed, that dwarfed his size in every way possible. Standing at a height of 10'2, as the young wicker stood at 6'2 a runt in his species, with four big bulging arms that looked as if they could crush diamond if he commanded so.
Dressed in a rough royal armored attire of gold, reds, and purples, stood the Demon known simply as the tyrant of a thousand suns. "Y-you can't stop me, my lord! I will be free!" Stuttered Wicker immediately regretting it as the tyrant rumbled a chuckled that would send the most fearsome of foes cowering. "You amuse me Wicker, so be it." Letting his arms drop to his side, "I have enough power as it is, so you will have your freedom." He said slowly walking up to the Wicker.
"But know this. No matter how far you run, no matter where you hide. I will find you, I will drag you back here, and you will go back to where you belong. So go." He said standing of the young man. "RUN, HIDE, FLEE AS FAR AS YOU CAN! YOU WILL BE BACK!" Boomed the giant, as the young man ran through the metal halls of his prison to the hanger of the station. "SO SAYS I, GRIX GREY, LORD OF A THOUNSAND SUNS!" His voice echo through the station following the young man as if Grix was right behind him. And so he did just that, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him.
He ran for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. Bounding down halls, skidding around corners, fly up stairwells, until he found it. His salvation, his hope, his…freedom, he found the hanger. With renewed hope he pushed his body to go faster towards the blue force field that acted as a tangible doorway to the inky blackness known as space. That's when he saw it. The doors! The doors were closing!? 'No! No no nonono, I-I have to go faster! It can't end here, not now! I just got out!' He screamed in his mind, 'I-I'm not going to make it! I got to go faster, I got to-' "Fly!" And with that he kicked of the metal floor, propelling himself through the small gap of the giant metal doors into space.
With that, he flew into space, "Where do I go?" He asked himself, voice seemly vibrating inside his helmet. "Lord Grix controls more than have the galaxy." Flying, from what he could gather, a couple hours of pondering to himself. "If I'm going to live my life than there is only to place to go to…Deep space." He solemnly said. With that he sped up, going faster and faster until he knew he reached light speed. Circling around a white dwarf star propelling himself into the unknown, leaving behind a place he known only as his prison. 'Never to be seen again…hopefully.'