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His Game chapter 9 .
He woke up with a gasp. His back was in explainable pain. Was it possible to even get worse? He didn't want to test that theory. Link opened his eyes. Why? There was nothing to see. Still in the same dark room with the same chains wrapped around his sore wrists, just like before he fell asleep. What he would give for food right now... When was the last time he had food again? Well, he had food many times because he was human, and humans eat food. But the first time he ate here, he made a stupid mistake.
Right. That was when he still had his freedom, he sill had his soul... everything! That made him mad. He was furious. Furious for being so intent of saving Zelda... enough to sell his soul to a demon! He had cried and exhausted himself. And by the looks of it, he was getting weaker by the second. Did Ghirahim forget him? Just like everyone else did! No one really cares about him! If they did, someone would save him... maybe. He should've been just like Groose when Zelda was kidnapped. Blame the next guy.
But no! He was the one that had to go, the one that Fi went to...
Fi. He can't believe he missed that stupid spirit before! She helped drag him into this mess! He hated her! He was glad she was at the bottom of the lake!
Ghirahim's Point of view.
I kept a close eye on the child. I didn't understand him. First he was crying his eyes out, now he was thrashing and screaming in pure rage. He was mad, that much was clear. I felt sorry for him. I actually felt bad for what I did to him. I was mad at myself too. What I did to the child. He was only a child. A child that didn't have much. At first I thought he was entirely mad at me, (which I don't blame him) then he screamed out,
"I hate you Hylia! I hate you Zelda! I hate all!" That shocked me to death. His anger broke in to hatred sobs. "I hate Impa... I hate Fi..." He didn't mention me. But why? I am the one that tortured him, imprisoned him, tricked him, took his freedom, I made him struggle for life.
"What about me?" I call out and jumped down from my ledge above him. He was sobbing so hard, I couldn't tell if the boy was talking or not. He finally calmed down enough so I could understand him.
"Go away! Leave me here to die!" He cried out. Link dropped his head in inner torment.
"Tell me," I start, releasing him from the chains. "What is bothering you? What is it with the four girls and not me?" He scooted away from the wall and faced the corner. Snapping my fingers, I make candle light.
"It's just that... you care about me enough to... ask me questions like that... you care about me enough to deal with me." He looked at me. His crystal blue eyes had tears, his face was tear streaked. He looked so... childish. I have never seen him this way.
"Well..." I didn't know what to say about that. My eyes wandered to his back. It looked awful, ye he seemed to not notice the pain. "I deal with you because I have to. I don't necessarily like you, as you have seen, but by your emotions, it seems as if... I may be an adult figure you have never had. Impa not because you never really see her, Fi defiantly not, Hylia, I am sure you want to choke her, and you seem to think of Zelda as a girlfriend." He turns away from me.
"But I don't understand!" He sighs. I do like to torture him, and that's originally why I came down here, but... with him looking like this, I just can't do it. I can't hurt this boy. He stomach growls and he groans. In the blink of an eye I summon a tray of food. A boul of soup I haven't messed with, a cup of water, a piece of chicken, some corn and mashed potatoes. I sigh before placing a bottle of red potion onto the tray. I set down the tray and of course he looks at me suspiciously.
"Give me your arm... the one with the carvings." He hesitates, sighs in defeat and turns. He drops his head and hold out his arm, the right one. I look at it. My magic still has it looking like a fresh wound, but I still with it would bleed.
"What are you going to do?" He manages out when I run my fingers lightly over the sensitive cuts.
"Well, I forced my magic into your arm, and that makes in unable to heal, so i'm going to try and take out my magic."
"You can do that?" He looks at me, his eyes filled with hope.
"Well there's a first time for everything."
"What?" He sounds panicked. is eyes now have fear in them. I put my hand on his head.
"Do not fear child. Nothing will happen as long as I can concentrate." He still looks scared but manages a soft reply.
"Ok... master." That word makes my heart flutter with sadness. The things I make him do... I try not to put to much pain into his dark little world. My magic comes out. He holds his breath. I am sure it burns like acid. Once the last of my magic comes out, he makes a small whimper with a sigh of relief. I nod my head to the tray.
"Here, you deserve it." He looks at me in wonder and curiosity. "I didn't touch it, I promise." I assure him. He looks at the food and takes the water first. The whole cup is gone in two seconds. He sighs in relief. He moves to the potion next. He looks at me with an expression I have never seen on him before, an expression of thanks.
"Thank you master." He says this time without hesitation.
"This changes nothing. You do understand that right?" He sadly nods and sighs.
"I understand." A single tear traveled down his cheek. I understand that I somewhat gave him hope that he had someone who cared about him, then I took his hope and smashed it. I hurt him inside now. Something I really don't mean to do. At least he is calm again, not in a temper tantrum.
I left him to rest when he was finished with his meal.
Link's Point of View
He brought me a meal and healed my arm. He gives me a potion to heal my injuries then he tells me, "This changes nothing. You do understand that right?" My heart breaks because I believed for a minute he cared. I should be so stupid. No one cares. No one will ever care. That is why I cried in front of him.
I slowly calmed myself. I knew he didn't care. I went to say something but he was gone. I looked back to the ground. This dark room, with only candle light. I hopped he wouldn't be gone for to much longer. And in a instant he returned. I became afraid for an in explainable reason, all my instinct told me was, 'get the hell out of there!' But I couldn't. I looked up, kind of wishing I hadn't. He held a syringe of liquid. It was... a shot. I have been through sword fights, I have been through cuts and blood, but needles freak me out.
In a blur of motion, my arm has been injected into and I feel sick, dizzy, and thoughtless.
"Now, that will make you hallucinate. Now, we're going to have some fun!" He calls to me cheerfully. Before the shot has taken effect, I see him pull out a sword. Black as night. Of course...
My head feels funny, and I can't concentrate. What is he going to do to me now?
Emotions up the butt and then stuff happens.
Ghirahim is still going to be the weird jerk we all know and love.
Link: I don't know about that "love" part.
Me: Your right. We don't love him, we love your torment and screams of pure agony.
Link: O_O" I'm doomed.
Me: Yes, yes you are. Don't forget to check my account for a poll about something else.
