Where Home Is

The Man On The Inside

Tom's Perspective-

Everett raised up a hand, silencing Tom.

"No more Tom. You can live but you are no longer allowed in the dungeon. In fact, I want you to work with Trissa. I want to keep a close eye on you."

Tom, looking very uncomfortable, followed Trissa out to go find the new guard, Sir Ortiz.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Tom and Trissa walked out, and he felt miserable.

"Where are we going?"

Trissa sighed, "Sir Ortiz. The meanest guard I know. You're probably going to be working with me now and Ortiz is going to be in the dungeon. He's very strict. It's going to be hard to help them out now. Gem should've left when she could."

Tom nodded and when he made eye contact with Sir Ortiz, he got nervous.

Ortiz had an expression that made you know, he hated everyone and everything.

Tom then knew that Gem probably wouldn't see the light of day anytime.

She probably won't be able to see her brother and friends again unless they come here.

Tom followed Trissa and Ortiz back to the dungeon.

He then shook his head.

No. Her friends would get locked up as well.

He sighed.

I guess there's no good option.

Later-

"Trissa, I want you and Tom to go put these away." Everett ordered, showing them up to a room.

The room was very small, barely bigger than a closet. There were no windows and the walls looked to be very strong. Made of a strong stone that would be very hard to break.

There was an old table and an empty bookshelf.

Trissa and Tom walked into the room and set Gem's books on the shelf.

They then set down her bag.

Everett watched closely as Tom took Gem's spare potions and stashed them away in the cabinet under the bookshelf.

When Tom finished, Everett left and came back with a locked box.

"Will you two go fetch 'them'. Tell them I need them to protect this room day and night."
Everett said, keeping the locked box close to him.

Trissa and Tom bowed and then left.

As they walked outside to go inform 'them' about their new post, Tom started to get nervous.

"Er- is... are 'they' strict?"

Trissa nodded, looking grim, "Deranged is what they are. Seem like they've been up since 5 am with no coffee or anything. If you get on their bad side, there's no going back; and trust me, you can get on their bad side very, very quickly."

"Are... are you on their- "

Trissa shook her head, "But I've seen people mess with them and run. And trust me, some part of them always comes back. They may be forgotten and, in the ground, but they get found."

Tom gulped and they came to a stop.

"Just to be safe, you should let me do the talking. I'm not great friends with them, but I'm not on their bad side either."

Trissa opened the door and she and Tom walked into a room where there were four things. A window, a door, a woman was pacing in front of the door, and a dog who was following the woman.