Chapter Two - Jailed
"mmm…I think it's been about a year and a half now…" Those words echoed in my mind like a mental plague. I just stood there for about five minutes, trying to wrap my head around this. Then I had to sit down on the hard, concrete floor just to take it in.
One and a half years…could he maybe be mistaken?
I don't remember how long I sat there for, but it was a hell of a long time. I simply sat there, reflected, and thought.
The thing is, I had no intention of being "resurrected" for lack of any other word to describe it. I was ready to die when I took down that entire army. I almost wanted to die because I built it up so much. I knew I was going to, and I did.
But this? I never, ever expected this. I braced myself for the end of my life, and for what? For me to be revived? All of that preparing I did mentally, completely useless. The sheer thought drained a lot of energy out of me trying to think about it.
And now I was here. I climbed out of my own coffin, just to be arrested as a graverobber. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I could try to break out…
Just as I had thought that, I realized that my body was still extremely stiff. If it had been one and a half years, it would make sense, cause I sure felt it.
Later on my bodily functions finally took their toll. I'd rather not get into detail with what happened there; you can imagine that yourself. Hey, I'd been saving up for a while now, maybe one and a half years' worth. The cell had absolutely no commodities whatsoever. There was absolutely nothing; it was empty. No bed, no bucket, no nothing, so I had to frantically ask the guard for a bucket once everything came rushing to me.
This is shaping out to be the worst day of my life. Heh, the worst day of my life…how ironic for me to say.
This went on for a couple of days, I think. I couldn't really tell because the cells were always lit; day and night were indiscernible. It felt like weeks to me though…weeks staying in that one cell, never being able to come out, barely getting any meals. All I got for food was a simple roll and water. Amazing how long a human can last with that little substance; I looked around and saw other people in their cells, looking deathly skinny.
Well…this is jail after all…
So there I was. In jail after I'd climbed out of my own damn coffin. I foolishly asked if it was possible for me to shave so someone might recognize me, and got whacked with a tonfa upside the head because of it.
It's official. This is one of the worst periods of my entire life.
Slept, waited, ate, waited, slept, waited, ate, waited. That's the pattern I had for what felt like weeks. Finally, the pattern was broken when one of the same guards that had taken me here in the first place came and unlocked my door.
"Am I free?" I foolishly asked.
"Hahaha, no boy," the guard replied as he tied my hands behind my back, "Unless you call your death freedom. Your hanging is today."
