My King

Chapter 4 - Dead justice.

Chapter 4 - Dead justice.

Marcys Savage

The loud noise of cells being ripped open reflect upon the stone walls, and make the sound vibrate through the long corridor. Their annoying shouting wakes the monster within us, their disrespect on display. Their show of power awakes the slumber state we were previously drowning within. Malicious and sadistic joy paint their darkened demeanor, their enjoyment of our torment sickening.

The stir is a buzzing noise, waking every last one of our nerves. The growls and snarls another warning of our willpower slipping away, and with a sane mind, that would scare them to their bones, but the little power they've been granted, has stripped them off their sense of danger.

Their ignorance of our existence is what pull the last string to its boundary, and the snap is inevitable. Mercy is no longer an option for them. The rattling echo when the chains touch. The fumbling of their movement another show of their lack of knowledge. Chains heavy and provocative at this point. A straight line is formed by our bodies, and the chains ensure our cooperation. The choice taken from us centuries ago.

We're nothing but a puzzle piece holding the whole frame from falling apart. We all play a part in it, and we're all irreplaceable. Without us, the puzzle would be incomplete, and even with that knowledge, they still force us to fit.

We weren't meant to fit and breaking a part of us to create their sadistic form of power, is a sacrifice they'll gladly make in our names. The puzzle and rules forged in our blood, a reminder of our loss.

Life is a funny game, we all are forced to play, but some have more power of their own character, while others were born to follow and fit in. A game requires a loser, and in this game of our lives, we are the losers.

Thanks to a certain North man.

A forceful push almost makes me stumble forward, but I straighten up in time. I can't afford to show any sign of weakness. I regain posture with a familiar stiffness in my bones. My ankles and wrists locked within the chains, the heaviness of it forcing them downhill, as much as my joints allow. I watch the straight line being forged by the chains. More and more monsters are pushed to fit, as they pile on. The only noise I can focus on is the rushing of my blood buzzing in my ears, reminding me of a constant flapping bee.

"Move animals" A gruff voice disturb my bee. A sneer takes over my features, at the disgust he carries for us.

Fear should be the only present emotion. It should reck their body and stir all their veins alive. Such ignorance should be punished. Such stupidity will be their death. The rattling comes back full force, as we are forced to move within the line they've created. The early sunlight blind me, and I sigh in content, even though it burns my eyes.

It's been too damn long. Being deprived of sunlight for so long should be a crime itself.

The forest surrounding us is alive and speaking. The trees whistle with the wind, the lighter branches following the direction the wind put upon them. Leaves fly in the sky, painting it in its autumn colors. My hearing pick up on a nearby waterfall, and I feel at home once again. Nature will always be my preferred home.

I miss my days of freedom. You don't really appreciate what you have, before it is forcible taken from you. I took it all for granted, and if it wasn't the end of my story, I'd never take it for granted again. The peace the forest bring forward is short lived. The large stable stands tall, and the aura around it makes its history known. We're going to die in there, like so many before us.

It reeks of blood and hold a promise of death. I take in the large space, inspecting every little detail to save within my memory. The proud thrones standing lonely at the other end, tells me that the royals are going to witness our death trial. The scoff comes out without permission, efficiently gaining a harsh glare of a guard nearby.