Steam from geothermally heated water that ran through the mines rose from the steam vent. Chained over this vent stripped naked was Adam. Sweat coated his body.
A day visioned by dreamers that steam would replace dust one day.
As sweat dripped from Adam, his mind traveled to the moment his dad died in front of him.
Tugging at his father's leg, "Daddy! Daddy!" caused the back of his father's right hand to strike the boy's left cheek knocking the boy onto his butt. His faunus mother wrapped her arms around the crying boy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the man she called husband.
"You and that abomination have nothing to offer to me."
The moment his father walked out that door, his father died.
As his mind recalled that moment, a pair of green eyes studied his bare muscular body.
"Clean and dress him then bring him to my cell," remarked the female handing lien to a guard, "when his punishment ends."
Standing on a table top with her red cloak flapping like a warrior king, "How shall we four battle," asked Ruby Macbeth, "In thunder, lightning, or rain?"
Wearing her red cloak like a monk, "When the turmoil is done," answered Ruby Lear, "When the battle's lost and won."
Wearing her cloak like a hunchback, "Will a kingdom," asked Ruby Richard III, "or be sacrificed."
Wrapping her cloak like toga, "If you were fat, sleek headed," remarked Ruby Caesar, "I would not fear you, however you, three are lean and hungry."
Chewing on popcorn, "I believe she's taking liberties with the text," remarked Weiss, "about four kings that never battled."
"Yet," replied Blake slipping on her drink, "it's entertaining in a bizarre way."
"Beware of friends that are lean and hungry," said Ruby Caesar dying from a back wound.