The Myth Of Riki

Chapter 3-The Question

It's been 10 years since I was on earth, which means it was 10 years since I've been happy. All I want to do is find a way to die; that would be the happiest day of my life. I never forgot about Riki, it's almost as if I can still feel him right next to me everyday, laughing and mocking me for my punishment. I remember his full description from head to his furry toes. Some other prisoners told me I can't kill a god, but that won't stop me from wanting to take his life. Just then, some guards came into my cell with chains dangling in their hands. I gave out a low sigh and nodded knowing the daily drill and forfeited my arms to them as they cuffed my wrists with the rusty metal cuffs. They walked me past all the other cells of mortals and gods; all jumping at the metal bars like craze driven monkeys. It sounded like a riot house, but I learned to zone out everything. About a million cells and 4 stories down later, we came to the factory where other prisoners were lined up putting together weapons as they rolled on the conveyer belt. Guards surrounded the perimeter with wipes and jagged daggers; anyone who didn't work hard enough gets it. I joined my equals as they put blades on their handles and handles on their blades. The factory was dark, the walls caved in and the workers with no emotion. They were like machines, doing the same thing constantly with no whining or complaining. Luckily, they didn't break me like they did the rest of them. Like me, there are those who still have other emotions that isn't depression. One of them was a prisoner to my left. His name is Cody, unlike most of us, he chooses to get in trouble instead of being the slave they make him be. I tried to keep him out my mind as he leaned over and whispered, "Hey Kevin, I think I finally figured out how to get out of this horrific place!" I admired his confidence in escaping, but sighed at his stupidity for this place isn't just a prison, it's a world. "Cody, how many times must I educate you that we can't escape? This place is the size of a planet. If we were to escape the prison, we would also have to escape billions of demons," I couldn't look him in the eye while talking. It was hard enough to stand next to him, for he hasn't showered since he's been locked up. He smells like radioactive monster droplets. He replied to me with a frown, "you're so stubborn and you never want to think of escape plans."
"I don't think of plans because I know we won't escape!" Those words bursted out my mouth and some heads turned. He just looked at me with low eyes. Some demons walked over and struck me with the wipe, "quit your yammering and get back to work!" I was on my knees and my arms wrapped over the conveyer belt. I felt the blood running down my back but no pain at all. I've been hit so many times I'm use to it, Cody counted for me, and I had over 50 scars on my back. My arms lifted my body up and I just casually started putting weapons together again. The workers did the same as the workplace went silent. It stayed that way till lunch; demons marched us out with our chains keeping us together. Two big demons opened the tall wooden doors and the big hall was angry. The whole cafeteria was surrounded by fire keeping prisoners from escaping; they were to busy punching the guy next to them. They were smashing each other through tables, throwing silver wear, drowning others in drinks, even forcing some to chock. They were nothing more but some crazy rednecks thinking it's every man for himself. Once everyone was unrestrained, I walked calmly through the chaos and sat at a empty and somewhat clean wooden picnic table staring down at my dry steak and potatoe slices. I zoned out all the chaos and cut my meat and plopped it in my mouth gulping it down not bothering to chew. The food had no flavor to it at all, I'm sure cardboard has more flavor. I didn't expect Cody to sit with me, he just became part of the dog fight. I sat quietly and waited to go back to my cell. Something suddenly grabbed my attention, there was a prisoner that wasn't human, wasn't demon, but was a wolf. I didn't know Riki sent his own kind to the underworld, if it was even his doing. He sat at the table across from me picking at his steak with his jet black claws. His fur was a mysterious black color and his eyes were diamond blue, he had a huge snout that covered a fourth of his face. He also had long black hair that slightly went into his eyes. Just like Riki, he stood up on two legs and he hand a mixture of hands and paws. He was about the same size as me standing upright, maybe six-one six-two. I didn't know if he was friendly or not so I decided to stay away. "Could he have possibly commited a crime against wolves? Or is he just dead?" Tons of questions scattered in my head like a crazed beehive. He slightly looked up and saw me staring. Quickly looking away, I heard some guards coming in, "Whoa that was close," I thought. They restrained all of us and stopped the riot. As they walked us back to our cells, I looked back at the cafeteria to see that the wolf was still there. Once in my cell, I layed in my bed with my hands folded over my chest asking myself the same question till I fell asleep. "Who is that wolf?" The thought stayed with me as I went into the world of slumber.