Post by Ravage on Nov 8, 2020 14:13:44 GMT -8
Dirty walls, clogged toilet, blood floors, rusted iron door, no windows, and brand new chains. Pure darkness would have been the case if it wasn't for the rectangular hole that appeared every now and then when a guard would approach it and light would brief illuminate part of the cell and Ravage's face. Footsteps were heard every so often, but when it was heard, it meant two things. Food or Mail.....
This was different than those other times... Two individuals were approaching his direction...no... three. The rectangular hole that Ravage had grown to admired had approach. The sound it opening felt like it was going to get stuck one day or just break off entirely. A pair of eyes had looked in and Ravage looked at the man who stared back at him. A voice called out...
"Someone came here to talk to you. If you try anything funny, you being here for only a few hours will turn into days. Got it?"
"Right..."
The iron door opened up and the entire room lit up like it was Christmas. The two guards waited outside, the person who wanted to talk to Ravage had walked in with purpose and a briefcase in his right hand. He looked to be a big shot, shiny bald head and caramel skin tone.
"Don't waste my time. If you want out of this cell and this prison. You will tell me where the boy is."
The silence and stare was more than enough to cause the man to walk away and outside of the cell.
"You will regret this. I will come back to you when you are sane in the head."
The two guards entering the room, beating the hell out of Ravage and both of his arms and legs were tied to the wall to make him helpless.
A burning village could be seen as clear as day from the oversize hill that Ravage stood on. He had no time to waste, he rushed towards the village and sniffing the air for anyone who was nearby. He didn't detect anyone at first, seeing the bodies burnt to a crisp, his eyes had dropped in sadness. Just when he had given up hope, he heard a violent yell of a child. His ears had perked up and he was already out the door. Rushing to the panic child that was surrounded by a blaze of fire in a formation of a circle. He jumped through the flames, rolling forward and grabbing a hold of the boy. Flying straight to the sky and getting out of the burning village, he landed in the outskirts of it and placing the boy on the ground.
"What happen here?"
The boy didn't utter a word and had remained silent.
This was different than those other times... Two individuals were approaching his direction...no... three. The rectangular hole that Ravage had grown to admired had approach. The sound it opening felt like it was going to get stuck one day or just break off entirely. A pair of eyes had looked in and Ravage looked at the man who stared back at him. A voice called out...
"Someone came here to talk to you. If you try anything funny, you being here for only a few hours will turn into days. Got it?"
"Right..."
The iron door opened up and the entire room lit up like it was Christmas. The two guards waited outside, the person who wanted to talk to Ravage had walked in with purpose and a briefcase in his right hand. He looked to be a big shot, shiny bald head and caramel skin tone.
"Don't waste my time. If you want out of this cell and this prison. You will tell me where the boy is."
The silence and stare was more than enough to cause the man to walk away and outside of the cell.
"You will regret this. I will come back to you when you are sane in the head."
The two guards entering the room, beating the hell out of Ravage and both of his arms and legs were tied to the wall to make him helpless.
Five Days Ago
A burning village could be seen as clear as day from the oversize hill that Ravage stood on. He had no time to waste, he rushed towards the village and sniffing the air for anyone who was nearby. He didn't detect anyone at first, seeing the bodies burnt to a crisp, his eyes had dropped in sadness. Just when he had given up hope, he heard a violent yell of a child. His ears had perked up and he was already out the door. Rushing to the panic child that was surrounded by a blaze of fire in a formation of a circle. He jumped through the flames, rolling forward and grabbing a hold of the boy. Flying straight to the sky and getting out of the burning village, he landed in the outskirts of it and placing the boy on the ground.
"What happen here?"
The boy didn't utter a word and had remained silent.