The Price Of Freedom

The Crying Game..

Robin fixated his gaze to the object, it was a strange kind of weapon, like a bat or something. In the mouth was what looked like a button, curiosity getting the best of him, Robin took aim at something and shot it out. He'd just found a grapple hook, on the side it said.

D.G.W

What could this have meant? This was surely someone else's belonging so why would it be in the cellar of Slade, it was then he was overpowered by a horrid migrane. Voices buzzed inside of his brain like many insects scraping and scratching around his skull. Who were all the voices and what did they want from him?!

Stop, leave me alone....just stop it... Please...

His heart was beating a mile a minute as he dragged himself over to the bars, his legs now immobile would serve no help to escape here, so he'd need to rely on his own help . Starting with getting on that persons good graces, if he ever wanted to leave this place alive.

I will not let myself be made a victim, if I want my freedom and my memory, I'll have to live by his rule.

Robin thought to himself as he eyed the door and waited, any moment and that man will walk into the room and he will just help him , like he done the day that he'd bought him from the arena. This thought was enough to keep his hope alive, even for a moment.

But Slade never came... The door remained bolted shut, for days, for a week. Robin lay there with the pain of starvation eating at his organs, he truly thought that the man was just going to let him rot and die, but the light shone into the cellar. Cold and hungry, the bird tried to line his eyes up but the pain hurt far too much. His vision blurred in and out as he watched a person lift his body and run up the stairs.

When Robin came too, he was in a hospital . Not one he'd ever seen before, he could see the man... He was in handcuff and was shouting at the top of his lungs , something that Robin couldn't comprehend .

"Dick?"

A woman shouted.....who was that name that she'd called? He was Robin, not Dick...had she mixed up his name and gone to the wrong ward. Her soft hand was brushing his hair, he blinked his eyes and tried to see who it was , but it was not of any uses.

The nurse paced around, it was not good, if he died then she'd be put in a horrible position, when the call was made about a man going back and forth to a weopnary and that he'd had blood on him. She'd no idea of the severity , that poor boy and the neurology stated that he'd had a severe amount of drugs in his system, not to mention brain damage too. Just what had that maniac been doing to him?

"My name, is nurse Delancy. I am your personal nurse, I've been assigned to help you."

She explained herself but the boy just got more frantic, he began to scream and cry . They were forced to sedate him, before he'd passed out, he shouted out the persons name who had done all this damage to him.

"SLADE!? SLADE?! MASTER DONT HURT ME?!"

Nurse Delancy stared in horror at the sight before her, this was no longer a normal input, it was a crime. Under no law , are you allows to keep any slaves . That poor boy deserves a good home, when he'd regained his consciousness and his memory . Checking the boy one last time, she left the ward and let out a huge sigh.

"Any luck Del?"

Asked a fellow nurse as he finished his shift in the A&E, just a shame what the kid had gone through, they were lucky to have saved him at all when he was brought in, just all skin and bones clinging to his skin. It was like he'd been left to rot in that cell, whoever the guy that they'd taken away...he'd hoped that they put him in a cell with white walls.