Apprentice

Chapter 4: The time has come

Note: Everyone stops aging at 25 :D

Tia's POV

Pain. That's all I can feel, that's all I can think of. Just endless agony, pure torture, all over me. I don't know how long I have been like this, it could be anything between a few minutes to a year. I don't know and I don't care. All I can focus on is the pain raging inside of me. 

I could feel the Quartgod cells battling my mortal ones. I don't want to be a Quartgod. It's not as powerful as a demigod, however things like knives and small bombs and falling will have no damage on me whatsoever. Things like a demigod punching me in the face, or red matter, or a powerful bomb will. 

But I don't want to be immortal. They say once you turn into one of the immortal, you are reborn. I think the opposite. You die. When you are mortal, people respect you, people are kind to you. Once you become one of the gods, you are instantly feared. Nobody likes you, nobody wants to see you. I was already on the brink of insanity, and I dread to think of what I'll do once I am given power. Becoming a god is like throwing your soul away, shredding it into pieces and saying, "You're worthless and I don't need you now, because I am powerful." 

At least if I had been mortal I could of convinced the Yogscast to believe me, to realize I didn't want this, I never did and I never will. Now, no one will hear my story. They will just believe what they see on the outside, a hellish devil spawn that no one can go near. A curse to the world, a stain on the perfection that is the universe.

Something that does not deserve to live.

Not only that, since I have been changed by Ridgedog, the ex leader of the VoxelBox, I will be bound by Voxel law, and will need to help them when necessary and meet the current leader, Ridgedog's ex best friend and partner Mexxy, who kicked him off the throne. 

The pain is dulling down a little now. The hell inside my body is cooling. I can already feel the raw power pulsing through my veins, my toughened skin, my senses sharper and more focused. I don't want to be like this. I can hear Ridgedog pacing around, muttering words underneath his breathe that, even with my sharper hearing, I can't pick up.

I know he can turn me back into a mortal, but he doesn't want to and I can't make him do it. Even the VoxelBox will not help me. I was trapped now, and I realize I have been from the very start. I should of realized that he wouldn't let me go once I became his apprentice, wouldn't let me leak out information, would never let me lead a normal life. 

This was my destiny. 

My eyes flicker open. I focus on the cold, grey ceiling, listening to my slow breathing, relaxing a little as the rest of the pain melts away. I blink, and I spot Ridgedog, still pacing next to me. He hasn't realized I am awake. Maybe I could...I brush the thought away. I couldn't beat him, even if I had suprise on my side. The odds of me winning were zero. If he caught me, then I would be in for infinite years of torture. My stomach turns. I was no longer able to die from knives, however they could hurt me a little. He could torture me in a whole lot of ways which would normally kill a mortal but I would live.

The thought of that scared me more than my turning of becoming a Quartgod. 

Ridgedog turns and his eyes catch mine. I wasn't surprised to see his scheming, malevolent grin etched on his face. He leans forward, scanning me with his eyes, taking in every detail. I felt uncomfortable-I wasn't used to him paying close attention to me. My hands and legs are bound by iron cuffs. I snap my arms up quickly, shattering them easily as if they were paper, and I do the same with my legs. I sit up, glaring heavily at the demigod before me. 

"How do you feel?" he asks suddenly. I narrow my eyes.

"I've been better." I reply coldly, and my voice has changed a little. It's deeper...a little menacing. His eyes glint with something that I can't understand.