Secret | Diluc

Prologue

"Contender 6079. Its been quite some time since I last saw you." 

A 'voice' said. 

The voice was scary. 

I, had heard it before. But it truly has been a long time since-  the voice attempted to hurt me. 

I couldn't see the voice. Ever since I last remembered, there was darkness in front of me. 

There was a time when this wasn't the case, but it has been to long for me to remember. 

Why am I here? Is what I ask myself all the time. 

Has the world ended? Did I do something wrong so my- a memory appeared in my head. 

Father. 

Why is it that my father left me here? 

no- its not father who left me. It was- masked people, who took me away from mother and father. 

I- I remember something else. Something- apart from pitch darkness. 

My home. 

My mother's wails. 

My father's begging. 

Them forcefully snatching me from my parents. 

And since then, my life was surrounded by darkness. 

The 'voice' injects something in my arm. 

It hurts- 

It feels as if a serpent is crawling inside my brain-

I have to get it out. 

What if the serpent is here to kill me? 

Life is horrible anyways. 

But I should- fight it, because- I got a few memories back- of how beautiful life used to be. 

What if it can still be better?

What if- I manage to escape this hell? 

A golden light shines? Light? It blinds me. 

"A vision?? Did the archon residue grant a vision instead of the powers desired? Hmph, this subject is quite possibly, useless now that it has gotten a vision... But your durability is much higher than others... I could use you.. KATERINA! TAKE CONTENDER 6079 TO THE STORE. IT WILL NOT BE OF NEED FOR THIS EXPERIMENT." 

Another voice replies 'Yes sir!" 

And soon I am taken to another room.

I have no idea what this vision is, because I sure as hell wasn't able to see anything, but it removed the serpent. And it made me feel...different.  

What if... I could use the golden light thing to see? After all, It was called a vision. 

I picture a stone knife, cutting the hard thing that ties my arm to the chair. 

I can now move my left hand. 

I do the same for all my limbs, and then finally, remove my blindfold. 

I am still in pitch darkness. Bu-but its different! I see light from outside the 'door'!

"KATERINA. DID YOU TAKE CONTENDER 6079'S VISION."

"n-no Stefan" 

The voices, they are still there. 

"IT MIGHT ESCAPE! GO CHECK ON IT YOU IDIOT! DO YOU REALISE WHAT SIR MIGHT DO TO US IF HE FINDS OUT WE LET A CONTENDER LOOSE!" 

"Alright I am on it"

The voices are close. It would be foolish to escape now. All that for nothing. So I make the stone knife disappear, put on the blindfold and fake tie the rope. Just in time too, because the next second, the voice 'Katerina' appears. 

'Phew, it's still there. I really don't understand how a vision can help it escape. We have good security, and the vision is a geo one, not even pyro, so it can't cause harm!" 

Its a good thing she's careless. 

This vision thing would come in handy. I'd like to keep it after I get outside this hellhole of a place thank you very much. 

After I hear that she's a considerable distance away from my room, I walk a few paces around the cell to make myself used to walking. 

Then, I make my escape. 

I summon a shield like I summoned the knife. and run. I see many cells on the way, after all, I am- was contender 6079. 

They all are suffering a similar fate like that of past me's. I wish I could take them, but I can't. I truly wish they could. But it is I who is free, not them. 

I am currently being chased by about 25 guards, all attempting to shoot me, but can't, because of my shield. 

My legs hurt. They could break any second. I haven't run in a long time, I do not know how long, just long enough. 

Eventually, I am outside the facility. With about 500 guards on my trail. 

They can't legally leave the facility now can they? 

I don't think so, cause that would be post abandonment. 

I make my way through the icy cold. 

Its too cold. 

But I can bear it. At least I have clothes, albeit think cotton clothes from the facility designed to keep us from leaving due to the extreme cold.

I ask a stranger, what the date is.

November 29. And its been 12 years since I was captured. So I am currently supposed to be 19. 

I obviously do not remember the day of my birth. So now, November 29 will be my new birthday. The day when I finally lived. 

 I make my way to a boat, and hide in the cargo.  

Goodbye, hell.