The Tale Of The Broken

Torture chamber

A loud scream resonates within the empty halls of the lab. The glass beakers, filled with an unidentified liquid of all sorts of colour, seemed to jump as the building shook.

Another scream follows the last only this time the sound was deafening. It was like an animal calling out as it takes its last breath while fighting for its life. It held pain and most importantly fear.

The animal-like shriek stopped just as it started and a trail of dark red blood lead the Head of science right to the perpetrator that disturbed his rest.

A young girl. Maybe 15 or 16. Tied to a black blood-stained chair that was ridden with dents and pieces of jagged metal sticking out.

His heavy boots signified his arrival and the scientists all stopped their work to salute him. The Head of science gives them a nod and takes off his Hat.

It was a small top hat. It looked like a vintage piece and was labeled in Latin. The needle working complimenting the gold borders. Who knew a hat finer?

He sets it down to the right of the young girl where a table stood with instruments of torture. The table was covered in a maroon-colored substance with fingernails and teeth scattered over it.

All torn out forcefully. He could tell by how rigged the ends were. Meaning they couldn't get everything out cleanly.

'So she put up a struggle?' He thought to himself. He runs a hand through his messy gray hair. The girl lifts her head up slightly and takes note of his scar covered face.

He had many cuts and bruises. Many seemed years old but one thing that struck her. Was his eyepatch covering his left eye.

It held a red symbol. A bull. It looked as if it served as some sort of seal. She could feel hatred and anger but she knew that it was held all behind his left eye.

She shivered at the thought of all that immense power being unleashed. The strange man reaches out a hand towards her and she shrinks back into the chair.

"Good work," He says with a sinister smile on his face, " You have trained this runt impeccably". His gloved hand returns back to his side as he takes sight of one of the newer looking test tubes.

He nods towards it as if looking for an explanation

A young woman, maybe in her early twenties, rushes forward with a pile of papers. She looked hardly professional as her brown hair was tangled and in desperate need of some attention.

An estranged pen had lodged itself deep into her locks, adding more to her level of unprofessionalism. The floor squeaks as she comes to a halt abruptly and drops the papers down.

Her navy blue glasses drop to the ground and she takes out a laser pointer and directs the man to the back of the room.

"This." She says with a proud look on her face as a projector shows the mystery test tube on the wall, surrounded with paragraphs of detailed information. "Is our latest invention"

The man stares at it intensely then back at the girl. He gruffs as if not approving of this new remarkable revelation.

The woman fumbles nervously with the laser pointer and was almost about to drop it before a voice next to her booms. "Continue!".

She nods while shaking and carries on with the presentation as if she were a schoolgirl in front of her peers.

"Well, you see sir, we found a combination of different elements as well as man-made drugs that helped us create a concoction that can forcefully bring out a human's necromantic potential and multiply it tenfold. We did this by-"