The whip came down hard and a blinding pain shot down my neck and shoulder. The rope curled around my neck and jerked me forward at the Kaizers feet. Crumpled over into a bowing position. My fingers clutched the rope choking me, and tried to pull it free.
"You!" the Kaizer shouted and kicked me forward with his foot. And I bit my lip to keep from groaning in pain.
The Kaizer fed off the torture. It was pleasure to him. He lived off of pain and suffering. Off of terror.
The whip jerked around my neck again and I was dragged to my feet.
The Kaizer stood there, a sick smile on his face. I wanted to kill him.
I lunged forward but something grabbed my arms and held me back. One of his servants, dark rings and all.
The Kaizer pulled forward and the whip blocked off all my air. I felt light headed and ready to pass out.
"You. "He muttered again. "Will serve me. Lobomon."
He laughed, in pure joy. And I growled slightly, but found my voice restricted also.
His gloved hand reached up and touched my face. "Hmm. . .so pretty."
I jerked my face away from him and yanked at the creature restraining me. But it was no use. I was to weak. I could barely stand on my own.
"I like your attitude. You will serve well in the Arena." He motioned for the creature holding me back, and I was dragged out of the holding cell."
I heard a weak protest from Kaden as I was dragged and then silence.
It was a small arena, surrounded by rock and metal bars to keep the opponents from escaping. The Kaizer sat on a throne on one of the stone ledges, his whip at his side, servants to the other.
I struggled to keep myself standing. I wanted nothing more then to fall and sleep the rest of the day away.
A caged door opened ahead infront of me and something stepped out and walked towards me. Glowing black eyes. . . and a dark ring. He looked so familier. . . like I knew him.
As he came closer I cried out in fear.
"Thane!"
No, he was dead! I saw him die! A dark ring was clasped to each arm and leg, and his neck. A gape wound in his chest. . . I could see his ribs and organs. . . and his heart. It wasnt beating at all, a swollen mass of black dead organ flesh. Crusted in blood. Lifeless.
The Kaizer laughed and stood.
"Meet my knew creation Lobomon!"
"What have you done to him!?" I backed away as Thane came closer.
The youth in my brothers eyes was gone. And in its place was pure darkness. There was no life in him at all.
"You see, Lobomon. I found that I can even control the dead! A few adjustments to the dark rings and I have the living dead at my mercy!"
Thane stepped closer and I back away again until I was pressed against the stone wall.
No. . . not even in death could my brother escape the Kaizer. . .
The crack of the Kaizers whip rang in my ears.
"Fight!"
Thane leapt forward, his sword in hand.
No. No this wasnt happening! Thane was my brother!
The sword flashed before my eyes, coming down on me.
I had nothing to defend myself with.
Dizziness took over me at that moment. And a good thing too.
I fell to the ground. The sword clashing into the stone wall. Dust falling down into my eyes.
I winced, and tried to stand once more. I found the hilt of the blade coming down on my head, and darkness threatened to take me.
"Thane stop!" I cried. But he didnt. A clawed foot struck me in my side and I cried out as pain overtook me.
A hand clutched around my neck and pulled me to my feet, Thanes sword pointed at my throat.
"Thane!" I cried.
He cant hear me. . . hes dead. The Kaizer is using his body.
I pushed away from him and fell before the blade slit my throat.
But as soon as I found my footing, he was there again. Those black lifeless eyes just staring blankly at me. Not one part of Thane was left in him.
"I'm sorry Thane." Blood slid down my cheek and I reached my hand forward.
Thane winced and gasped. The blackness in his eyes disappearing into a look of pure terror and pain. Blood tears fell as my had ripped from his chest. The lifeless heart in my hand.
Thane gasped, a pained whimper as he clutched at my shoulder. One hand touching my face, his clawed finger grazing the gash on my face. One last act of kindness. And he fell to my feet.
Dead. Truly dead.
And I shook all over.
I killed him. . .
I killed Thane.
The heart fell from my hand and disappeared.
I sank to my knees and cried. Pain overtaking every inch of my body.
I killed him. . .
I watched before my eyes as Thane disappeared.
Gone. . . forever.
The Kaizers laugh ringing in my ears.
Damn! Damn him to hell!
And I cried, silently until I welcomed the darkness into my body.
I hardly remembered ice cold hands picking my off the ground and carrying me away.
"You!" the Kaizer shouted and kicked me forward with his foot. And I bit my lip to keep from groaning in pain.
The Kaizer fed off the torture. It was pleasure to him. He lived off of pain and suffering. Off of terror.
The whip jerked around my neck again and I was dragged to my feet.
The Kaizer stood there, a sick smile on his face. I wanted to kill him.
I lunged forward but something grabbed my arms and held me back. One of his servants, dark rings and all.
The Kaizer pulled forward and the whip blocked off all my air. I felt light headed and ready to pass out.
"You. "He muttered again. "Will serve me. Lobomon."
He laughed, in pure joy. And I growled slightly, but found my voice restricted also.
His gloved hand reached up and touched my face. "Hmm. . .so pretty."
I jerked my face away from him and yanked at the creature restraining me. But it was no use. I was to weak. I could barely stand on my own.
"I like your attitude. You will serve well in the Arena." He motioned for the creature holding me back, and I was dragged out of the holding cell."
I heard a weak protest from Kaden as I was dragged and then silence.
It was a small arena, surrounded by rock and metal bars to keep the opponents from escaping. The Kaizer sat on a throne on one of the stone ledges, his whip at his side, servants to the other.
I struggled to keep myself standing. I wanted nothing more then to fall and sleep the rest of the day away.
A caged door opened ahead infront of me and something stepped out and walked towards me. Glowing black eyes. . . and a dark ring. He looked so familier. . . like I knew him.
As he came closer I cried out in fear.
"Thane!"
No, he was dead! I saw him die! A dark ring was clasped to each arm and leg, and his neck. A gape wound in his chest. . . I could see his ribs and organs. . . and his heart. It wasnt beating at all, a swollen mass of black dead organ flesh. Crusted in blood. Lifeless.
The Kaizer laughed and stood.
"Meet my knew creation Lobomon!"
"What have you done to him!?" I backed away as Thane came closer.
The youth in my brothers eyes was gone. And in its place was pure darkness. There was no life in him at all.
"You see, Lobomon. I found that I can even control the dead! A few adjustments to the dark rings and I have the living dead at my mercy!"
Thane stepped closer and I back away again until I was pressed against the stone wall.
No. . . not even in death could my brother escape the Kaizer. . .
The crack of the Kaizers whip rang in my ears.
"Fight!"
Thane leapt forward, his sword in hand.
No. No this wasnt happening! Thane was my brother!
The sword flashed before my eyes, coming down on me.
I had nothing to defend myself with.
Dizziness took over me at that moment. And a good thing too.
I fell to the ground. The sword clashing into the stone wall. Dust falling down into my eyes.
I winced, and tried to stand once more. I found the hilt of the blade coming down on my head, and darkness threatened to take me.
"Thane stop!" I cried. But he didnt. A clawed foot struck me in my side and I cried out as pain overtook me.
A hand clutched around my neck and pulled me to my feet, Thanes sword pointed at my throat.
"Thane!" I cried.
He cant hear me. . . hes dead. The Kaizer is using his body.
I pushed away from him and fell before the blade slit my throat.
But as soon as I found my footing, he was there again. Those black lifeless eyes just staring blankly at me. Not one part of Thane was left in him.
"I'm sorry Thane." Blood slid down my cheek and I reached my hand forward.
Thane winced and gasped. The blackness in his eyes disappearing into a look of pure terror and pain. Blood tears fell as my had ripped from his chest. The lifeless heart in my hand.
Thane gasped, a pained whimper as he clutched at my shoulder. One hand touching my face, his clawed finger grazing the gash on my face. One last act of kindness. And he fell to my feet.
Dead. Truly dead.
And I shook all over.
I killed him. . .
I killed Thane.
The heart fell from my hand and disappeared.
I sank to my knees and cried. Pain overtaking every inch of my body.
I killed him. . .
I watched before my eyes as Thane disappeared.
Gone. . . forever.
The Kaizers laugh ringing in my ears.
Damn! Damn him to hell!
And I cried, silently until I welcomed the darkness into my body.
I hardly remembered ice cold hands picking my off the ground and carrying me away.