Zalker Academy

Why he fights

Warren patted Brandon's face as he was strapped to what looked like a Dental chair. Two IVs were connected into his skin one was connected to a bag of deadmans blood, the other a regular bag of blood. "Time to wake up little brother" Brandon groaned and looked around pulling at his restraints "Where am I?" Warren sighed "I couldn't take you back home too much structural damage... but I did find a nice home built into the cave of this mountain. Totally isolated so no one will be bothering us" Brandon growled "You wont get away with this! Soon people will realize I've gone missing and you dont want to see the ones who come for me" Warren chucked "Yes yes I know who will come looking and ive taken precaution. Wolfsbain and iron and if they get past that" he moved closer to Brandon, his eyes were sunken in "they'll have to get past me. Now since you so brutally murdered our family we are going to have to start a new one little Brother."

"I am not your Brother I never wanted to be this way!" Warren growled "you see this is why I never liked you! You took the gift our parents blessed you with and wasted it. I always told them they should have made me a pureblood instead" Brandon pulled against his restraints again "Gift?! What they gave me was no gift. I am cursed to drink blood in order to survive! They put me in a cage and forced me to fight for my life in order to improve theirs. I became thier prize, a consolation, I just manage to escape thier brainwashing. Look at you! You were so intoxicated by them, you still are" warren walked over to a metal table "I think that you went about it all wrong. The blood you drank, they were sacrificed for you to be strong, it was for you to outlive this world and one day rule it. As for the fights our parents just wanted you to be ready for the crulitys of the hunter and humans. As a pureblood they needed to make sure you would survive to carry on thier blood line" He walked back over grabbing Brandon's face and opening his mouth "now let's see if your bark can be worse than your bite"

Brandon moved his head trying to get away as Warren shoved the pliers onto his mouth. Warren grabbed at one of his fangs "Dont be afraid to scream" Warren started to pull as Brandon's whimpers soon turned into screams of pain as he felt his fang starting to give "almost there" There was a sick pop and one last scream of anguish as warren held the fang out in front of him "there" Brandon moved to bite at warren only to be stopped by him adjusting his grip "we arnt done yet" he forced the pliers back into Brandon's bloody mouth, Brandon gripped the metal of the chair bracing himself. As Warren started to pull Brandon fought his urge to scream and the pain he was feeling leaving anger as his only emotion. His grip on the metal tighten until it crumbled in his hands shaping into his grip the blood from his mouth now staining his shirt. When Warren pulled the tooth out he sighed and reached for his necklace "I bearly survived that day" he pulled off the necklace the skin on his arms became blackened and scared same as his face as chunks of his skin were missing, burnt away from the fire "The only reason I did was because I drank what little blood our parents had left and even that wasn't enough to heal me completely"

Warrent set the pliers and the necklace down before taking the IVs out of his arm. He grabbed Brandon's shirt ripping it off of him "I spent month carving our Crest into the ceiling and you were the only one who never wore it. Well I'm going to change that as the sun came up light poured through a small patch of glass in the ceiling when the light got to his chest it started to burn the symbol into his skin. Brandon screamed in pain as warren walked off. After a few moments Brandon had passed our from the pain the magnified light still burning into his flesh as the metal on the chair was mangled, Brandon's hands cut up from the sharp metal. When the sun had past Brandon came too he looked around giving up on pulling out his restraints.He looked at his clans Crest now burned into his skin partially covering the scar that ran down his stomach. He brushed his hand against the crumpled metal once again cutting his palm. He looked down getting an idea, he pushed the restraints against metal as it started to cut through, he kept his eye on the door "You stay in there you sick bastard. In going home" Brandon ran out of breath quickly still weak after the amount of dead mans blood that was pumped into his body. He took a break laying his head back. He winced in pain as his tongue pressed against the only partially closed wounds in his mouth. He looked at the roof if the cave the sun already setting. "Even if I make it out I dont even know where home is...this is hopeless" he heard soft opera music coming from the other room. Brandon gathered up his strength and finished cutting through his restraints. He got out of the chair stumbling and knocking over the table. He started to run opening the door as he could hear Warren yelling for him. He got outside falling to the ground and sprinting into the woods.