AUTHORS NOTE: I am unsure as to whether this is even worth publishing.
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October's POV
I watched as my father screamed bloody murder as my reflection and my mother were killed. I screamed too... well, tried to scream. This painfully tight gag and magic-bounding shackles were keeping me from expressing my pain, my sadness and my anger. Tears bled through my eyes as I watched my mother scream to death, her agony caused by the infamous Nefarian Serpine's red right hand.
Agonising death... Serpine had described the powers of his red right hand to be, and he clearly wasn't over exaggerating one bit. My father screamed my mother's name, but she wouldn't have heard it, for she had died. I cried for a while. A really long while.
I was tied and shackled to bits of wood, or metal, anything really. Anything that would hold me at the perfect angle to view my father being tortured, emotionally and physically by Nefarian Serpine and a few other followers of Mevolent.
My fathers and my own screams and cries were the only things that accompanied me daily and nightly. It took Serpine three days to kill my father. That imbecile. That inconsiderate, sadistic, homicidal, selfish, malevolent imbecile.
He's killed my mother, my father and more... but what did he want from me? Was it my magic? No, I don't think so, I'm simple Elemental, I can manipulate the elements, so what? So can many a sorcerer.
I mean, Ghastly, Ravel, and so many more. I'd rather myself be tortured an experimented on though, than Ghastly and Ravel. I like them. They were my father's friends. What about Mevolent? He's an Elemental. I really cannot see why that villainous fool would want to keep me alive. Although I probably won't be for long.
All I had was myself. Any hopes of the Dead Men saving me were thrown out of the window. Not one in this room, it has no windows, only one hole that shows the grande hall on the other side of the wall. The grande hall on the other side of the wall that my defenceless mother and my heartbroken father were murdered by that man. No, not a man, a monster.
Nefarian Serpine strode royally into the dark, damp, dank room. His emerald eyes impaling my sapphire eyes, reading my emotions, and as if he read my thoughts, he said, "I'm going to experiment on you. You're a simple Elemental, nothing more of an insect. I want to see what I can make of you."
"I refuse to be a test subject of yours, Nefarian. Haven't you tortured my family and I enough? Isn't murdering my father and mother enough to satisfy your homicidal needs? And all the others you've killed. And why me, of all sorcerers. Why me?" I asked.
"You're pretty brave for a child in shackles."
"And your ears are stupidly huge." I retort.
He sighs. "Just like him, aren't you?"
"It is in my blood." I spat.
He motioned for the Hollow Men to take me away, to the medical room under ground-level. With no windows and where the sun never arrives.
These Hollow Men, unusual beings, they are. A white, but slightly creamy, papery 'skin'. Their hands heavy and painful, but the rest of their bodies, fragile to any tear. And inside them? Dear Lord would you not want to smell that stench. The horrible gasses that filled them would blind you, the smell is that gruesome that your tears feel they may jellify and rot. Hollow Men are, like I said, very unusual beings, indeed.
I was strapped to a cold stone slab. My magic once again bound. I knew better than to fight back. I wanted to nonetheless. I didn't want some insane beast injecting me with magic. I'd rather be experimented on my the one and the only Dr. Nye than Serpine, and Dr. Nye is a wanted criminal, wanted for attempted murder, murder, arson, and many a war crime.
Serpine entered the room and locked the door behind him. "Its just me and you, child."
"Oh no..." i said sarcastically, "not you, no..." I laughed.
"I don't really care, Nefarian. Just put me out of my misery." I say coldly.
"And why would I do that? When I can do this?" He says and points at me with that red right hand.
My muscles strain and i cry out. I try to fight against the bounds and the ropes but I fail to escape. I try to summon a flame, or a spark, anything. Nothing.
My strong body contorts and contracts and coils in pain. I screamed in pure rage and agony.
"Be brave, October." Serpine mocks my father's last direct words to me. The pain gets too much and suddenly...
Nothing.
