Crown of Thorns

My Own Type of Liberation

The doors clanked open and two guards came in, binding my fists together with metal collars.

"What the fuck is going-" My words were cut off as they placed a rope into my mouth.

"You're being freed," one of the guards said. He grabbed on my hair and pushed me onto a cart. "Your hair is like a girl's. And no beard... how surprising..." the guard purred.

I knew that voice. It was the one who fed me motherfucking potatoes last night.

"Micah. Leave him alone," the other guard said as he bound my feet and waist onto the seat. I growled at him as he tightened the chains. It wasn't painful, just annoying and uncomfortable.

"He's a mutation, look at him. Looks like a girl. Breasts and everything." the perverted guard, Micah, glanced at me and smirked.

"Micah. He is for Prince Claeinor. We were ordered not to do anything but to bring him to the gates." the smarter guard said. He then started to push the cart down the hallways with dearest guard Micah following close behind.

I sighed as the guards push me down through the hallways, letting me enjoy the view of only the ceiling. I wasn't even allowed to speak. What can I do? Curse them? 

Fuckers.

"Antonio. Just give me a minute and then we can send him to the Prince. Just a minute. Or two..." dumb bitch Micah said again. I wiggled against my chains in annoyance.

"Micah..." the Antonio guy took a deep breath and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance around, a hand on his mask to make sure he's still covered up. 

The cart suddenly stopped. One of the guards, although I'm pretty damn sure it's Micah, clapped delightfully and went to stand in front of my legs. He untied them and started to spread my two motherfuckers.

"n-O, T-Han-k-you," I said through the rope. Micah looked at me curiously, and I swore to myself. Bracing myself for slight pain, I ripped my hands apart from the metal cuffs and took the one on my waist apart. Blood leaked down my arms and hands and I wiped them on my rags.

"What. The. Fuck." Antonio whispered, "We should have used Silver Metal, like what the Prince said." Guess Smartie ain't that smart after all. I ripped off the rope in my mouth and licked my lips.

"Hello, boys. See now, I can talk. Like a girl, right Micah?" I ask the guard in front of me, his hands no longer on my legs but stretched out in front of him.

"Y... yes... yes... yes," Micah nodded furiously.

"Wrong answer," I said in a sing-song voice.

"N... no... no?" Micah then shook his head. I laugh.

"Wrong answer," I said again. "My name's Inferno. I'm a girl. Not a guy. A girl can't be like a girl when she is one. What the hell would that make her? A girl-girl? What the fuck, man."

Micah made a run for it and I turned around to make sure that the cuffs on Antonio were in place.

"Please don't kill me," Antonio pleaded. "I have a family. A wife, and fifteen kids. Please."

I grin, letting my two sharp canines show.

"No. You stay here until the other guards come. Then, you tell them, Inferno is back. You tell them to everyone: Inferno is back. And she's bringing Hell's Fire with her. Oh! And tell the Prince he would have to request an audience with me to actually see me and live." I patted the poor guy's shoulders as he whimpered. Damn. Fifteen kids.

In a flash, I got off the cart and took the keys that were placed on his ears like earrings. I swirled them around my fingers and started to unlock every door I could find. Placing the old-fashioned metallic key onto each keyhole and twisting it.

I didn't really give a damn who was inside. I just wanted to wreak some havoc.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The emergency bell rang through the hallways and I groaned. With a few more turns, I managed to unleash 13 more prisoners then running to chase Micah, who, I hope, has not reached the security room yet.