Confusion

Chapter 3

How did the other 96 stand this!? How did he live in these damn conditions!

Dark Mist was thrown in a dark cell immediately after his capture. He was bound by the waist, ankles, and wrists; he could barely move! He wasn't gagged, though, but being like this alone was enough to drive someone insane if they were kept here long enough!

He'd been here for over an hour. For the first thirty minutes, he cried out for help, for someone to let him go, that there had been a misunderstanding, until his voice was hoarse. When he realized that no help was coming, he stayed quiet, worrying and musing.

If he closed his eyes, he could see the life of the other 96 in this cage...

The 96 child cried and cried, begging to see his brother. The other Prisoners paid him no mind. Galaxy was the only one who tried to console him.

Black Mist was never more desperate to see his brother in his short life! With this crushing loneliness, which was momentarily broken when a Prisoner would speak to him, he was willing to see even the brother he always fought with!

"Pipe down in there!" a guard shouted, banging on the metal door. "It's night; you should be asleep instead of crying!!"

Out of fear of that guard coming in to shut him up himself, Black Mist quieted his sobs to hiccuping whimpers. Eventually, the footsteps went away.

~.~.~

Sleeping and waking and sleeping and waking and sleeping and waking...

How many Cycles went by?

What day was it?

Black Mist thought about this. He wondered how much time passed outside of this stupid cell of his. His body was bigger; surely, a lot of time passed. He snorted.