Cell 57

4:4

I was a demon from hell.

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I watched as they screamed their lungs out. Not because of me.

Because of what I've created.

My eye sight started to flicker, as my hands shook. My head spins. My blood vessels started to heat up as I showered in my sweat.

I spun around, my hair dancing around my shoulders, as my blood dried up.

My jaw fell.

My heart fell.

And I fell.

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I woke up, panting. Realizing I'm tied up to a tree. I let loose a breathe, as the voices in my head try to control me.

I shook my head.

I created Monsters.

I made a slither house, out of thin air.

I created Demons.

I shook the earth. I made them all kneel. I was a demon from hell.

I remember the way they look. The monsters.

They were demons.
They were shadows.
They were killers.

They were Mine.

Something moved. I snapped my head, looking around.

He was awake unlike others.

He, the leader, the one who beaten me, the reason I lost control, he walked right to me, the midnight wind breeze cutting apart my skin.

He grabbed my chin, his smirk still glued to his face.

Like nothing happened.

" I've got myself " he whispered, running his other hand through my hair, sending shivers down my spine " A illusionist "

Illusionist.

My thoughts froze.

" And a real powerful one " his eyes boring in my mind " One that shook the earth, one that made people scream for a fake illusion of pain, One that created monsters that looked too real "

I spat in his face, without thinking.

I'm an idiot.

Here I am.

My hands tied.

While he stood there able to do anything.

And i took the risk to spit in his face.

But I don't regret it.

Anger flicked in his black eyes, he raised his fist.

And punch my stomach, I held my screams. I held my tears. I fought the pain that roared through out my body.

I kinda regret spitting at him. I wish I could of kick his groin instead.

He smirked, spitting at me.

" You are a powerful experiment but a untrained one "

I shut my mouth, giving him a glare. A death promise.

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It's morning.

What's happening now you ask.

Well I'm tied to the jackass. By my wrist.

And we're walking.

Where ? I have no effing idea.

All I'm doing, to staring at the bones that were scattered in the forest. I stare at the burned forest.

I stare at the lake near by, A toxic lake. Filled with poison and dead bodies.

I stare at the sky above. A sky that wasn't blue. A sky that a mix of faded gray and black.

I wanted to break free. But like he said I was untrained.

I don't know who to control my powers.

They don't work whenever.

I guess they come the emotion of anger,rage and greed.

The emotions he triggered in me when he beaten the crap out of me.

My eyes scan the forest, as my ears block out the chatter of humans. I learnt nothing from their chatter except that the guys I'm tied to is called Zion. Zion the one to broke my inner demon out. I didn't bother to learn the names of the others.

Because they weren't important to me.

I forgive my enemies but not their Names.

I spotted something.

A child.

A child, crying near the lake. A child covered in blood and mug and torn clothes. He was no older than six.

I know that the humans who hold me hostage don't care about anything. Not even a child.

So I took the risk.

I shoved Zion to his knees, and rushed off to the child, dragging Zion with me, as the other humans started yelling at me. Swearing.

But they didn't scare me. Nor there little weapons.

I rush to the child, wanting to touch him. To hold him. To protect him from the horrors of the world.

I was two inches away from the kid. Yet he didn't even notice me.

I reached out my hand to touch his shoulder.

But Zion grabbed my arm roughly.

" it's not real, there is not child. There's nothing but a projection. A trap. You dimwit. "

And something popped up in my mind.

How does Zion know all this?

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