My Imprisonment

The metal cut into my wrists. I stared through the bars infront of me with dead, sightless eyes. My arms were bloodless from being suspended above my head for so long. I shoke them, the chains rattled.

I let my head fall back down, my chin touching my chest, my hair, long, lifeless, dark with dried blood, brushed against my face. My lips cracked, my tongue swollen and dry, cuts and bruises from the beatings my guards give me every day, I looked nothing like I used to. I used to be respected, a great warrior.

Then came the fall. How it happened, I don't know. Quickly, ever so quickly. I didn't even have time to fight. They came in the night and grabbed my weapons before I could. Manacled, I couldn't fight much but still I sent two of the traitorous, backstabbing thieves to their graves.

They took me before Her. She broke my mind, my spirit, my body until I had nothing left to live for. If I ever get free, they will all pay for what they have done to me and my people. They will all die.

I heard footsteps on the sheet iron floor. I looked up. The footsteps stopped. Through the bars, I saw Her. A cold light radiated from her skin, a sight, so unnatural, yet somehow seemed so normal. Her eyes, grey, cold and lifeless like two chips of ice. Her hair, long and straight was stark white.

She stood taller than the guards flanking her, her body an image of perfection. Then she spoke, her words as cold and cutting as wind in the Arctic. If I could remember what she said, I think I would be longing to forget it. All I remember is that as she spoke, I convulsed with a pain no man has had to bear before.

She walked away. I didn't see her go. I just hung limp in the chains. As I hung there, slowly fading out of consciousness, all I wanted was to the the white haired bitch's head at my feet. I wanted to see her heart in my hands, so I would truly know it was black.

Someone threw a bucket of cold water over me, making me come to the world of the living. The water stung my cuts, pain laced through my body. I heard a grating noise, my cell door was being opened. A large person was standing over me, unlocking the cuffs on my wrists. I fell, unable to stand. This was what she had done to me and she would pay for it with her life even if it cost me own. I felt rough hands under my arms, hoisting me onto a wooden bench which stuck out from the wall. He hanked my head back by the hair and forced some god-forsaken liquid through my lips. I coughed and choked but it made no difference. He punched me across the face for it. I was too weak to fight back. A mumbled curse fell through my lips and for that I got another punch.

I was hauled back up to hang in my chains and endure what life I had left. Every movement I was forced to make built my hatred and anger and want for revenge. I could kill them, I knew I could. One blow from my hand and they would colapse, a corpse on the ground. Next time she comes, she will come into my cell and with my last remaining efforts she will die in a deadman's hold with a hole in her chest and a broken neck. It was their mistake, their last mistake, to give me that liquid. It was all I needed to give me strength to kill before I died.

Sirens had been sounding all night. Now there was nothing but silence. There was no one around, not even any guards watching me. I could hear no footsteps on the floor above me. Something must've happened. They must've abandoned their hideout. They left me here to fucking die. I guess they didn't want someone like me on the move, out in the open where there was chance to escape. I shouted out just to make sure, no one came. Struggling against the chains was futile, I'd tried before. I was going to die but I didn't  was to except that I would never get to kill her. Fuck them all.

I let myself relax, waiting for the inevitable which came so slowly...