Burnt Bridges

3- Tunnel to despair

STING

Why am I still alive?

I never really realised how many times I've asked myself that question until recently. I mean I've never went more than one day without Rated threatening to curve stomp me, but since I got back my memories the phrase got a new meaning.

Well with these random flashbacks my mind's been more confused than when I was busy fishing for the truth along with Rated. The test tube, the cords, the weird scientist, it's all a scattered mess. Not to mention the situation I'm in right now.

I've woken up in some pretty shitty situations before but I've never woken to the feeling of cold steel pressed against my neck.

Is it even steel, I mean mast time I checked steal shouldn't be able to cut me but,

"Hay!" I call out grabbing the attention of the skinny blue haired bastard who was holding me and blade point.

"Have you finally planned your final words, creature?" He asked with the calmest of blank expressions, which seemed weird since he seemed overly content with the idea of killing me with the long slick black sword stretching out from his right arm wrist.

In the grip of his other hand, being dangled feet above the floor was Zacary. His body helplessly attempting either pull itself up or get out of the blue guy's deathly grip.

"Stop you idiot he's not who you think!" Zacary cried, but ultimately received not the slightest response.

"Zacary do you know this guy my chance?" I cut across.
"Yea," Zacary squirmed, "He's my big brother, but usually he's not like this."

So this is the guy Zacary was talking about yesterday. Well I should introduce myself but I think there's something a bit more important to ask.

"Is that steel?" I asked out shocking Zacary.
"Wait what," Zacary shouted, "Did you really just ask, is that steel."
"Yes, I want to know. Since steel can't cut me I want to know just what he's using."
"Unbelievable," Zacary sighed before being released from his brother's hold with a face of disappointment.

"Sting don't mix things up here," Zacary began, with his voice being of a much more serious tone than I had ever though he could obtain, "I never wanted you dead. In fact I was curious."

What the hell is he talking about?

"When I noticed a rift had opened on the Over-world," he continued, "I rushed as fast possible to see just what might be trying to pass through, but when I reach the opening is gone and all I see is you, lying there on the grass, completely unconscious."

Sweat second god don't tell me.

"I wanted to remove the skin from each of your fingers until you awoke screaming in agony and work from there but I had a better idea. I would use you, get you in a spot of comfort and suck everything you might know about my masters."

Fuck that he's actually doing it shit.

"But now I see why you and only you came through the rift. You are trash who lost its place in the kingdom my masters have crafted. So as their servant I shall complete the intended action myself."

Wow not even half way in and we got a monologue.

"Is that all squirt," I spoke up, "I hope so at least, that's like two whole paragraphs worth of needless info."

"I would expect you to reply so stupidly Sting," Zacary laughed.

"Well your plan only lasted like a day. Did you expect me to spill my entire life in that short amount of time?"