The Wolf With Steel Fangs
And again we step back into the nothingness.
Who are they?
What do they really want?
Who is the real puppeteer?
The Wolf With Steel Fangs
Madness of a Marionette
Who made up all the
rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don't
care to think them through
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry
it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this
And
it's ironic too
'Cuz what we tend to do
Is act on what they
say
And then it is that way
Link woke at the sound of the door opening. Two members of the Royal Black entered carrying large iron hooks and chains. One strode over and grabbed a handful of Link's hair, dragging him to his feet and standing him up against the wall. The other one prepared something as the first tore open the front of Link's tunic. He admired it, running the cold steel of his gauntlet over the currently unmarred flesh. Link shuddered under the touch. He was too weak to run, too weak to fight.
His arms were shackled to the wall, as were his ankles. This couldn't be good. The man before him grinned and drew a small knife from his boot. He tugged gently at Link's already injured ear. Link winced. The man chuckled to himself and cut a notch out of the poor boy's other ear. Link convulsed in pain, determined to not give the satisfaction of hearing his pain.
"I'm ready. Take these." The other man said, handing two hooks on chains to the first man.
At once, they drove these hooks into Link's ribcage, somehow missing his lungs. They worked them around so the hooks were caught on his bones. Then they fastened them to opposite walls. Link cried out once before spitting blood across the room. The two men laughed before they left, and their laughter could be heard down the corridor.
Tears fell from Link's eyes. Why was this happening! Which deity did he piss off enough that she would bestow this fate upon him!
The door opened...
...and Princess Zelda appeared. She was accompanied by two members of the Royal Black. Link glared. She paid it no mind. There was a strange emotion on her face, something along the lines of pride and greed, with no shred of compassion in her eyes.
"Well...hello...Zel...da..." Link managed to choke out, blood dribbling out of both corners of his mouth.
She slapped him first, leaving a large red mark on his cheek. His eyes remained fixed with hers, but he would not be the first to look away.
"Just one last dog to take to hell." She said. Link grinned.
"This is just a dress rehearsal for hell then." He replied.
Zelda hit him again and turned to leave.
"Just run away then. Remember, nothing is stronger than the will to live." Link said firmly.
The door closed and he was left alone in the dark.
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The mind can overcome such pain...all who have chosen the life of battle know this...