CHAPTER 4
I wake up. I can feel my head spinning, hurting, my mouth still tasting of blood. I look to the sides, still confused, but only darkness surrounds me. Now more aware of my situation I check that I can't move my arms or legs. I start panicking, for I can't do anything but wait, I can't hear a thing but my own shaky breaths. But suddenly I feel two hands in my head, gently caressing my hair and scalp, as if they were looking for certain positions. This hands stop. Then I can feel how the fingers start pressing, harder and harder until it hurts, until I feel them hot and piercing. I scream and suddenly everything goes white. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head and the intense whiteness turns into images.
I see… ¿People? But they are fighting. There's blood, tons of it, I can smell fresh corpses, in my hand a sword, but it's not my will the one who moves it. I move from one to another, fast and precise, killing with one strike and then going to the next. But not all of them have to die, some are my allies. I just know it, don't know how. In the eyes of every victim I see hate and fear. I jump to a particularly big one and see how the blade shoves in his skull. For an instant I observe his dying form and then, pain.
A metallic object covered in blood emerges from my chest. My blood. It hurts, more than anything else I've ever felt. My hand reaches towards my chest, but my vision starts to get blurry, I look towards the sky and I see someone with golden armor looking at me. I try to keep breathing, but my throat is filled with blood that spills from my mouth.
"Die, monster." He says and his own sword cuts my nect. Everything goes back to black.
My eyes go back to my normal position, my breathing is hard, I have sweat covering my trembling body. What I saw… was not real…?
Pain fills me instants after, from my arm, being twisted, my bones snapping in little pieces and wounds opening, letting the blood out of me before I can understand anything. I scream with all my remaining force, but what I get in return is nothing but pain. The hands haven't been removed from my head and they start pressing again, but the suffering of my arm is stronger than this one, I barely notice until my vision turns white again.
The pain of my arm stops, but what I see this time is a crowd watching me, hate and fear fills their eyes but a satisfactory smile is in the lips of many. There's a lot of light, the buildings are of bright colours and inmense beauty, as if this was a city of light. But I cannot move. I feel my hands tied against my back, chains around my ankles, forcing me to use my knees as support. I feel exhausted, but the sun's light is warm and soothing. In the platform where I am 2 more people stand, one dressed neatly and with a scroll in his hand, the other dressed in solemn black, face covered and an axe in his hands.
"By the charges of the death of approximately 1000 of our righteous soldiers, military agressions against our just nation and cannibalism, you have been sentenced to death by decapitation, Noxian General Natasha Carnarias. Any last wish?"
"Yes, I wish for when I'm decapitated please, don't cut my hair, it's disrespectful to my people." Those words come out of my mouth, but I didn't want to say them, and more importantly, why am I being sentenced? I haven't done such things. Is it really me who is even here? Why do they call me Natasha and why is my voice the one of a woman?
"Very well, we shall concede you your wish." The man of the scrolls says, and approaches me. I lay my neck against a wooden piece, even if that's what I don't want to do, the man takes my long white hair with a firm but not strong grip and makes sure that the back of the neck is showing. The man with the axe approaches us and lifts the axe high in the air, the crowd is getting nervous and excited to see my head roll. The axe goes down, but in the last second I pull with all my strength, going backwards and out of the way of the axe, but still, blood is spilled. The man of the scroll shouts in pain and my hair is free, but with some red stains in it. I see the man, with both his hands cut, he no longer has the upper part of any of them, but just 2 bloody stumps. I can't help but laugh at him, and at everybody in the crowd, or at least that is what my body does. Then I lower myself, grab one of the fingers that were cut and bite hard on it, crushing it in my mouth, feeling the blood filling my mouth and the flesh and bone going down to my stomach.
"Well, this was definitely a delicious last meal." My mouth says, still smiling with blood smeared all over it.
"KILL HER! JUST KILL HER!" the handless man shouts with fury. A guard runs towards us and forces me back into the wooden piece, but the smile doesn't fade, only gets wider. The axe rises once again and this time it strikes the target. My head falls to the ground and the last thing I see is the sun.
Once again I'm back surrounded in darkness, but I know that I'm myself. My arm no longer hurts as it did before this vision.
"What are you showing me?!" I ask, struggling against my bindings. But before any answer comes I feel something hit my leg, snapping the bones within, then a blade pierces my thigh, cutting deep and making me bleed. I can't help but scream, for it hurts a lot, but not as much as when my arm was twisted, and also my throat is starting to get sore from screaming.
"This is how the world sees us. You can no longer be blind to that, Felios." Says an unknown female voice before I see red glowing iron approaching my stomach. I feel the heat before it even touches me, and when it does I scream once again, trying to get free from the pain, but my efforts are futile and only make it hurt more.
"You must see what our ancestors faced in their last moments, for it's the reality that rules our lifes: The world just sees us as bloodthirsty monsters."
The hands in my head press again, and my vision goes white, restarting the cycle of visions and pain, once, and again, and again. Until my mind can't keep up with this and I go unconscious.
When I finally regain myself I am no longer in darkness, but in a white room, sitting on a chair, and still binded. My body doesn't hurt, I check my legs and I just see marks on my skin of the injuries, scars marring my whole body. My clothes can no longer be called that, but just some broken and bloodied rags. I try to break free from my bindings, but once again it proves to be an impossible task. I sight and try to look around, only to notice that the ground is covered in, what I think that is, my own drying blood.
"Hello?" I say, but no answer is received. I guess that I'm alone. This would be the perfect chance to run, but alas, I'm too tired and I can't break free from my position. It is frustrating, but at least I don't get anymore torture. Suddenly I remember a vision in which there was a similar situation, the end of an interrogation, but as no information was taken the torturers decided to open me, or better said, the person that passed through this. One thing is clear now, this visions were the dying memories of my ancestors, and all of their lifes ended pretty much the same way: in a violent way and with the hate and fear of the person that killed them. Most of them were blamed for killing people or eating them. But is it really wrong to kill someone if the situation demanded it? Is it really wrong to eat someone's corpse if it's your last resource? I don't think so. Necessity sometimes requires sacrifice, be it one way or the other. You eat or get eaten.
Suddenly a hand grips my shoulder and as I twist my neck to see who's grabbing me the fingers dig deep in my skin, until they break it and I start to bleed. I scream, but not of the pain, but of fear. The person that grabs me is dead, I saw him die by the hand of Morrison.
"You little monster… You tore my heart out… It's about damn time you know how that feels…" he says in a raspy voice. Suddenly more hands grab different parts of my body, piercing the skin they touch, adding more pain. It looks as if this amount of people had suddenly teleported into the place, no longer I could see the white walls, but only their faces. The faces of the ones I had eaten. Not only hands, but now teeth dig into me and I try to make them go away, but my efforts are futile, for I am tied. I can't do a thing but feel them tore me open, rip appart every part of myself while they laugh hysterically because of my pain filled screams. Make it stop. It hurts. No more. I can't. Just end me. If you are going to eat me kill me first. Make. It. Stop. Stop. STOP. STOP. STOP!