The sound of crushing bones. The sound of drilling and spiraling. I could feel my whole body tense up as I was strapped to the chair. wiggling my toes and writhing in the chair from the pure pain.
"First plate has been applied to him." A voice called out from the darkness. A mechanical arm slowly drifted down with a plate more. It took aim at the spot right above the previous plate and like a quick injection it shot its drill into my arm, twisting and turning and drilling itself into my bone marrow.
"GAH!" I let out a grunted shout.
"For the crimes of theft, murder, arson, and more. You are hereby sentenced to bear the burden of your own power. Mr. Cato Marine." The voice sounded. Heavy breaths escaped me.
"You are all some damn cowards!" I shouted back.
"Next plate." The voice said in a cold and malicious tone.
The kingdom of Restnia. A border country to Gamorian. The country had been in a civil war for years and years and in this war was three sides. The royal family trying to defend their land. The Gamorian army trying to take down a corrupt royalty and lastly me...A soldier fighting to stop a war. We never asked for a war, we never asked for a corrupt government but we had to suffer from it. We were a small insurgency fighting the war itself. Me leading the men. But in the end after countless fights, countless speeches. I was sold out by my men for being the leader. I was located by the royal family and I was given this sentence even though I was nothing but a freedom fighter. Suppose my hand was stained with blood. The family's hands were covered in it. Drenched to the very marrow of their bones. My ability to control pressure and glide through water like I was flying was a perfect weapon for a sea country like Restnia. Rivers and docks littered the country and oceans surrounded us except the little island bridge forming between us and Garmorian. When I was turned in and my men were promised safety I was given my sentence. It was a cruel and unforgiving sentence.
"Drill an armor to his body which keeps his pressure on himself and makes him work on ocean duty, making sure that our island stays safe from oceanic calamity."
Such was the sentence bestowed upon me and I was deemed the biggest betrayer in Restnia's history. For years on years, I was stuck in the depths. You could call it work but I called it more a prison. I couldn't move because my body couldn't withstand the heaviness of the armor. I was just standing there. The armor constantly forcing my powers out.
Sitting in the chair. I stared into the darkness. The mounting of my armor would take a total of forty-eight hours. They could do it faster but they wanted my suffering to prolong. Every single second of this pain was out of spite. The engineers had gone home for the night and I was sitting in the chair, gasping for air.
"Do you hate them?" A voice called out in the dark.
"I don't." I weakly said back.
"You must hate them. See what they did to your body." The voice called back. My eyes drifted weakly down to my arm. It had been completely covered in metal plating now. I moved my hand as the gloved hand moved with it.
"They feared the future. I fought for it." I said back. raising my head. There was no one in the dark.
"Feared. They threw you out like yesterday's dinner. You are nothing but a piece of ya former body."
"Fear is something we all dwell in. I am nothing but a rebel." I answered.
"You are nothing but the loser of a war. Don't try to romanticize your defeat." The voice called out. I clenched my free fist as the whole room began to shake.
"Oh, struck a nerve did I?" I lowered my head again to look at the darkness.
"You are nothing but a voice in my head," I said out loud. Clenching my fist more as the room began to shake even more violently. Stuff fell off the shelves.
"I might just be a voice in your head. But at least I am something. If you look at yourselves, you should realize-" I raised my head, my eyes becoming a bit empty.
"You are history. If you could even be called that. Maybe they will erase you from history. You will be nothing but a myth, maybe not even that mystical. You will be a long-forgotten enemy." The voice called out.
