This Chapter is new, apparently I didn't post it before I posted Escape. I'm sorry and I hope your not all confused.
Chapter 3: Meeting
Chains hurt, especially when their clamped down so tight to your flesh you fear your arm being plucked into two pieces like a piece of damn clay.
I didn't stop to fidget with them, however. I could feel the intelligent and unfeeling gazes of the guards on the back of my head. Also, I could feel their damn guns.
We walked at an even pace, left right, left right. Right left, if you waited a beat.
With a sigh, I grit my teeth. "So, uh, where are ya taking me?" I asked Komi, who had a placid look on his face.
"You're going to meet the Earl Millennium himself. This is a great honor so treat it as such." He said with a hint if aggravation in his voice.
With an annoyed look on my face I grumbled, "Then why do I feel like I'm being dragged to my execution..."
He turned around and slapped me, his hand stuck hard, and with a vengeance.
That was the first time I felt it stir.
It was subtle, a simple image: Komi's head in my hands, bleeding out onto the floor. The image was real, and it felt as if I could feel his blood on my hands. I shook my head, and the feeling vanished. I'm sure however, at that point my eyes had an animalistic look to them, and Komi smiled.
Turning back around, he had the guards begin to drag me down the hall again.
I tried for about the millionth time that day to take my mind to a happier time.
I thought of Sarah, one of my lady friends at home.
Well, we were more of a friend with benefits relationship.
Sighing inwardly, my smile was bright. Outwardly, I still frowned.
It good déjà vu vanished when the guards and Komi stopped in front of a large door, most probably the metaphorical 'end of the road' for this little trip.
Opening it, they shoved me inside.
The Millennium Earl sat in all his glory behind his desk, hands folded happily over his plump belly.
A bead of swear slid down my face as I was forced into a chair. It was awkward, my wings caught on the sides and I was forced to lean forward slightly.
Komi took the other one, and the guards took station by the door.
I didn't notice as I first walked in, but a girl stood behind the Earl. Short and innocent looking, she titled an umbrella behind her head.
Her hair was a deep blue, and her eyes a piercing gold. I could feel them look deep in my soul.
The first drop was sweat was joined by a second.
The Earl smiled.
"Welcome, dear guest. We are delighted to have you here with us today, number 213."
Again with the damn digits. Some of us have names! Though I thought twice about even wanting that fat tub of lard to say my name.
"Tell me a bit about yourself." He insisted leaning back cautiously.
"Well, uh..." I managed to stutter out.
The moved from where he was standing then and looked me over. Her hands moved in a childish, though almost seductive was to my wrists.
"Dear, dear doctor-San." She said in a sweet voice.
"These chains are hurting this nice young man..." She said, a black painted finger nail tracing the marks on my wrists.
"Please remove them..."
The scientist sucked in a breath.
"Miss Road... Please, he could escape if we do that..."
Her eyes looked piercingly over at Komi, filled with a loathing I didn't think was capable in a child.
She then looked back at me, walking to my side, her fingers soft on my skin. "I'm sure he won't do that..." She purred, her face close to my ear.
This young girl's advance on me sickened me slightly. I was into grown -up people, not little kids. But being compelled by some force, I nodded. I knew my butt was staying in this Godman chair.
"Fine..." Komi said, motioning to the guards who came and removed my chains.
I rubbed my wrists, which had been scraped raw.
Then the girl proceeded to sit on my lap cradling my face.
I tried not to pay her any mind, my eyes looking straight ahead.
"So, where were we, number 213? Oh yes, you were going to tell me about yourself."
I shuddered.
"Well... I hate it here," I started. The statement wasn't a surprise to the Noah, so I continued. "I think the food is awful, and you guys have horrible living quarters. I mean, cages, come on?" I chuckled half-heartedly.
I was sweating heavily now, but Road cradled my head all the tighter.
The Earl seemed to be please by my answer.
"How are you liking the new you?"
I froze, my eyes narrowing in hate.
"I'm not getting chicks now that I have a tail." I said hatefully.
The Earl chuckled. "Funny, but that's not what I meant."
Komi spoke up. "It's not here yet, Millennium. I'm sorry. Give it a bit more time."
Utterly puzzled, I looked between the two. It was hard with the girl now plying with my hair.
"I see..." The Earl said.
"Regardless, I want you to begin his training, and see how fast it develops."
I grit my teeth, fags barred.
"How fast what develops?" I growl, trying I move.
I pause when I feel the tip of a dagger pressed to my throat. "Uh-uh 213, you said you wouldn't move." Road said with a twisted smirk on my face. I leaned back into my chair as much as I could. This girl had just went to strangely disturbing to major disturbing.
She shifted so she was just sitting in my lap, and began playing with the dagger, cleaning under her nails with it.
The Earl cleared his throat.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, 213, I shall let you leave to begin your training. Road, let the weapon up."
I really was just a thing to these damn Noah, wasn't I?
The guards then came back and returned the shackles to my wrists. The pain was a bit more now that I had felt a moment of bliss without them.
Being ushered out, another image flashed in my head. The guard's faces smashed into the wall, their blood dripping thickly through a mush of brain impaled with pieces of their own shattered skull. The image was so vivid, I could almost see their eyeballs splattered over the walls, the irises squished out to make patters of blue and brown.
I shook it off again, but the feeling remained in my bones, like an itch.
In the hall way, my hands twitched, trying to rid themselves of the feeling if wanting to rip into something.
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The training they picked out for me was simple at first. It had to fight things.
At this moment, I was fighting a wild boar. Its tusks were sharp, and I had to dodge many a time to avoid being impaled.
I was beginning to find the bone in my wings, and I knew soon I'd be able to fly with them.
Like a new software or gadget, I needed to learn how to use it.
My tail however, was already a great asset to me.
It was razor sharp, and quick as an arrow.
I didn't want to fight, I loathed it. The feeling from before with the guards and Komi had completely passed, and I had no urge to fight these killer boars.
However, the same didn't go for the latter.
It charged, nostrils flared and hooves pounding.
I jumped backwards out if it's way, and then to the right. Being a simple minded, big ball of muscles it failed to make the change of direction quick enough, and landed with its Tusks stuck in the wall.
It struggled to get free, and I took that time to get into higher ground. I managed to get on a ledge near the building, and pulled my legs up.
The boar had freed itself and moved in my direction.
Feeling safe, I sighed.
Then suddenly, a guard was behind me in the window I was hiding near.
He pushed me down, and I landed on the boars back.
It kicked and screeched and tried to get me off, but in the heat of the moment I gripped on tight.
I didn't want to kill this creature. It was too much like something they'd want me to do.
Although, it was becoming obvious one of us was not going to make it out of here alive.
I grit my teeth, defeated in the sense of will.
I sunk my nails into the boars flesh, dragging them down, peeling up thick chunks of hide, then sank my tail into the boar's throat.
Blood splattered in front of the boar as his throat bled out in the inside and outside. I had tight, removing my tail, then plunging it in once more.
The boar soon stopped kicking as it bled out, and died.
Cheers came from those watching, but all I could think about was the sense of satisfaction the seemed to wash over me.
I shook it off, wiping my bloody hands on my pants.
Later that night, Allen was silent, and a bit less cheerful than usual.
I sat there as well, hands still covered in dry boar's blood.
"So uh, going to tell me what's wrong?" I asked.
Allen sighed, eyes downcast.
"I still don't have a definite plan for escape, but..." He whispered.
"But what?" I said, dreading his answer.
"I heard the guards mention I was next... My trip to The End is near, Lava... I - I don't want to die."
He buried his face in his hands.
I moved over to be our two cages where near each other, and stuck my hand through to comfort him.
I pulled it back, though. I felt it wouldn't help to touch him with a hand that was covered in dry, smudged blood.
"Then tomorrow we'll escape. I know we can do it, Allen. We will just go with the flow following the plan as far as we can... Then we'll just wing it. It's better than just sitting and waiting for death." I said, hopeful.
The white haired teen looked up at me.
"Alright." He said, voice sting and filled with resolve.
"Tomorrow we will leave this damn hell hole."
Our fingertips just barely touched through the bars if the cage, and warmth stretched up through my arm.
He didn't mind much my hand had been coated in something's dry blood, and that brought a smile to my lips.