Author notes:
#1. There are some really dirty thing described in this chapter. I was thinking about giving it a +18, but in the end I didn't. Be careful though, this might not make you feel good.
#2. It took a lot of time to release this, sorry.

At Eliot…

"What is going on here?" – he asked, loud enough to be hearable to the girls, who were sitting on a bed. Everything was scrapped into pieces, and trash was the decoration of the whole place. Only this one bed was in one piece, even though there were several other beds, more than the prisoners, not more, only one survived Eliot's powers, as he broke the cages, and set the people free. The whole place was in unseen condition now. Broken iron, rocks, and rubbish was all around the girls and Eliot too, as far as they could see. Trash-built hills and several thousands of sharp iron pieces were everywhere, and the whole place was still as dark as a cave. There were only a few torches, that Eliot pulled close to themselves, so they could easily see each other. He did this, even though he could see them just fine, with his eyes. This was not intentional, but his body reacted to his changes. The fruit he ate made him see better than he could ever see normally and hear louder and clearer he did before. If needed, his senses were humiliating predator senses. He did something unintentionally to his muscles too and was able to easily lift a few adults without much struggle, and he felt himself filled with physical strength. He felt the potent in himself, while he was placing the prisoners on softer places, and pillows, that were still intact. He felt himself able. He was able to help these people, and he could easily help more if he could find such men, living in wasted places like this one. All this was, after the girls sit to that one bed, the only furniture that was not harmed at all, and was the closest to them. The girls looked for the sea-stone pieces, and for their luck, which was Eliot's doing in the reality, the bed was farther from the pieces of the cages', so they could easily sit there, with no worries. It was obvious for Eliot, that they wanted to avoid any connection with the sea-stone pieces that were scattered everywhere, and that's why he placed everything in order, so the girls could sit, and not just because he wanted to be kind, but also, because he wanted to ask a few questions. The girls could sit there as long as he was done with the questioning, or while he kept himself back from destroying the whole place.

After the major noises, and sounds of destruction were gone, great silence was in the place. This was before Eliot put everyone to sleep on pillows, and comfortable places. It didn't happen yet. Eliot saw something else before that. After he destroyed so much, the whole place was like a graveyard, with no life in it, only the small torches were showing the people on the bed, and only the small girl did see Eliot now, no one else, the only one person, who was not in dead silence, and paralyzed.

He was just standing there. Not moving, much, only his hands. Hands with pressure, holding to something. Gripping it with all his strength, and bleeding through his grip. His eyes were opened and saw everything with them. Not with his ability, but his own eyes. Horror, the place of death. Hell and suffering. Sins unforgivable. Doomed to this place. Forsaken to their very souls.

'What happened here…?' – he thought, and his tears started to flow.

"This place… Must be undone…" – he murmured not even trying to fight with his tears, as they flow like rivers of sorrow and pain for them. The people before him. Once strong men, with not enough life in them to move, but not just them. Once beauties, women, not recognizable to their loved ones, but not ended with them. Once happy, playing little children were there too. Their terrific state… There were no exception. As Eliot looked at the people there, he barely was able to hold himself from falling on his knees.

Not just the men, tortured and cut all over their bodies, still in their blood. But worse too, hildren and women almost strangled. Their small and fragile bodies covered with bruises, scratches, all kinds of signs of harm and hurt, poison in all their bodies, dirt, sand and mud on their faces, almost making them unrecognizable as human anymore. Greyish pieces of clothes, barely covering any of their shame and half-dead from starvation. So thin, even their tendons and bones visible, skin on that and nothing more, of their bodies. Only worse. Injuries filled with infections, black from dead muscle and barely breathing small girls, and boys. Women in their own waste, and children bitten on their arms and legs. Part of their meat missing and all in never ending nightmare, drugged, overdosed and smelling like rotten meat, dirt and waste, almost unbearable for Eliot. He saw them all. Looking around himself. One by one. All and every one of them. He sensed their losses in their bodies, completely, and when he realized the small children those, not even five years old in even worse state, not even normal to be alive in those bodies. Bodies not capable of living anymore, were lying on the floor. He looked at those, when it really happened. He was done. It was the last barrier in his heart. It was too much. He fell on his knees. Crying with his whole hearth, and soul, punching the floor rhythmically so hard, his already bleeding hands let out more and more of his liquid life, and the floor bend to his strength. He didn't stop just by that. He cried there without listening to anything around himself, uncontrollably dropping his arms and head into every direction, and beating the floor with his hands for minutes. He tore apart the floor, and made a huge crater with his continuous punches, that didn't stop because the pain in his heart didn't want to go away. It stayed there, and wanted only one thing, but it was impossible.

Some time later, in Eliot's mind, the pictures of the people and their pain in front of him were not just tortured people anymore. To this man, they were something else, even through his pain, he knew it, and started to feel it. They were people he must help. People in too much need. Need for everything that is possible and impossible. They were not on the edge, no. They already were falling, and were fallen so deep, they didn't even have a slight of hope from getting out of this hell. Eliot was not ready yet for such things. As he felt, he must help, more and more, his eyes were shut, because of the intense crying, but his ears were wide open and in increasing pain. He heard their hearth rate as they were falling, and breathings, heavy and loud. The inhaling of hundreds and also their heart pumping got him into so much pain in just a minute, he couldn't hold himself, and concentrating more on the people around himself, because it could have make him lose his mind, or his consciousness.

Second time in his life happened to him, that he wanted to help so much, he cried his heart out. But now he was actually able to do so. Able to destroy the whole place and break the spine of the man who did this whole thing to all the people in the hall. His memories were getting back to the first time, and his soul was not present for minutes, but when his memories ended, he was back.

The tormented soul made his way back to himself, and his body at this. He lifted his right hand, still weak from the crying, while he was shaking. At that moment, the ceiling exploded, like if a bomb exploded, and the parts of the ceiling started to fell, but not for long, as Eliot lifted himself a bit, and with the support of his right knee still on the floor, he stood up. It took a half minute or so, but the ceiling didn't fall on them. He stopped it, and pushed aside in the air that tons of debris.

Still with his tears, he raised his hands into the air. The people around were pulled by Eliot to himself nice and easy, lifting them high enough, so none of the trash reached them. The hole in the ceiling lit them, glorifying their tortured bodies in the air, while they slowly moved into Eliot's direction.

For the stench came the answer from above, a great waterfall. The hole he made let in a great amount of water, making the halfdead people hid, and invisible for everyone. Only the water came with the freshness, and clearing power enough, so all the freed people in the air were getting washed, but Eliot did not let them suffocate by such great amount of water. He made the river flow slow, and he slowly washed everyone with great but sluggish moves. In the process, not only the dirt and smell came off, and were washed, but some of their clothes were also washed away. Eliot felt sick now, and quickly looked for clothes. Of course he was looking in the stores of the town, with his senses, but he didn't find enough there. He was not sure, how to create clothes this fast from nothing, because the water was not endless. For these hundreds of people, he needed a lot of water. He was also damn sure, none of them should be seen naked in such a bad shape, and that all of them should be dressed in front of strangers, like himself, and all the prisoners. As he was thinking about it, and tried to come up with an idea, he remembered the two girls behind himself. He quickly examined their clothes. Those clothes were actually in good shape.

'The two of them must have been dumped in here recently, and that's why they are still in good shape.' – he thought. After he was done, he closed his eyes. He reached far out from the town, the oasis, and the desert. So far, no one could see there. His hometown where he was born. Images in his head, in front of him. The twenty houses, and a small well in the middle of it. The small fancy houses and the gardens of the people living there, with a huge plantation of cotton around them. He thought about it for a second, but he motioned with his hands, and caught all of it, and lifted them, while he also pulled them into his place. The huge amount of cotton looked like snow, and was forming into fabric, and lines. He heard or sensed - he was unable to tell anymore- the people that he knew from the far past, calling out, and fearing what happens. The crying and the fear of them was more than enough to make himself feeling so guilty, his legs almost gave out. H was unable to go on with the fortune of his hometown, and he called out loud.

"I'm taking this, but I'll pay for it! Just wait!" – as his senses were sharp like never, he saw the calm faces now, and some of them called out to him, like if they heard him. Eliot was not sure, because he opened his eyes now, and focused only on the cotton. He created them. Clothes. Forming in the air, while they were coming down, through the hole, Eliot made. Several clone of the girls clothes, and his own, and some he remembered from his past.

This was not the end though. He didn't put the clothes on them yet. He was examining everyone there. He did not fear their death anymore, because he was sure before, that the main reason these people were here, to be tortured, and he also checked them, if they were in real danger, and those who were, he already healed under the waterfall. The next thing was, to wash out the poison, and infection. He was done with that fast. He only needed to heal their not so serious injuries now, and clear their blood, so none of them would sleep for long from the overdosed drugs they got.

After an hour, he was done with everyone, but he made them all sleep, before he would actually let them see the bright future ahead. Because that was when he destroys this place.

The waterfall he washed the prisoners in was gone now. It didn't last long, after Eliot dressed up everyone, still in the air. All of them in new clothes now, sleeping on ground. It was almost peaceful. The girls were also sleeping. Eliot didn't want them, to be tired at the first day of their freedom. The ground that Eliot shaped and bend to his will, was perfectly comfortable for everyone, and barely hearable snores where soundlessly calming the area, as the people were getting ready for the next day of their life.

Author notes:

#1. Hope it was not that bad with the ugly truth.
#2. Information about Eliot, or at least a few pieces.
#3. The next chapter is not ready yet, but I hope I'll finish it faster than this one. (The truth is, I was done with this, but didn't want to release it, because of those prisoners bad shape. The truth is, not everything is written in the description, that happened to these people.