Disclaimer: I don't own Ragnarok. ;) plain and simple
Second note: I do not have a beta reader so sorry if there is mistakes that slipped through. I do not write much.
This had been like this since forever. Each days, were they really days they seemed endless, were unending pain and struggling for survival. How did he ended up here? He never knew. The oldest memory he had was about being attacked by a strong knight human and no one of his kind had done anything to help him. He had been laying against the cold floor of the dark prison since an unknown amouth of time, if he did not moved out of the way "she" would come and true pain would start.
He crawled toward the nearest wall along the rotten corpse of another monster. Another of his kind that had fallen. Yet he never felt any sadness at the morbid view, he was just like all the others he did not cared about others well being. All he wanted was to live. He wondered if all the others thought as much than him. They all looked so... dead. They could walk, they could attack, they could breath and they could speak, but in the end they only looked like mindless pawn for her.
Maybe that was the fate for everyone: to serve the strongest. Then again, the humans were not woking that way. They often teamed up, two weaker being, and were capable of throwing off stronger monsters. He wondered if him, an Injustice the only name he ever received for a weak identity, could one day break through these links that binded him to mindless servitude.
Could he betray his race? Yes he could for survival he could and he would not feel any guilt in doing so. If none of them could gather enough mental brain to realize the dark pit they were all stuck in that was their problem not his. The Injustice had been thinking about it for a while before coming up with this idea. They had never been teached how to think, in fact they had been showed the exact contrary. Shut up and follow her orders.
The monster heard footsteps resonating in the cold and dark corridor along with a loud agonizing scream of another Injustice. He brought himself back on his feet, grimacing as the wound done by a especially strong human wreaked pain in his body. There was no way he could survive against another human right away, he had to run.
The Injustice dragged his wounded body the quickest he could, which was quite a difficult task. The footsteps were getting stronger which meant the human was getting nearer. Did he had seen him yet? The Injustice could hardly hear anything anymore, the pounding of his heart had started to beat so strongly every others sounds were getting swooped away by it. He tried his best to not imagine the situation of when the fighter would have reached him, but the fear of death was greatly affecting him; his hands were trembling and he felt cold sweat of fright against his bruised skin.
No, no, no, no! He could not die right now! Not when he had figured out to get out of here! It was not fair! Life could do allow this to happen! He HAD to make it! He would survive no matter what!