Out of my mind, I have lost how long I have been in prison. I know, though, that a lot of time has passed, as I overheard when the guards were laughing about the weekly whipping a while ago. So I know today is a particular day of the week when I get the pleasure of having my back whipped. Last week, it was the front; the switching makes it easier for me to heal on one side so that they can restart the process. I am surprised that I have not had any deep injuries to my muscles or bones, but strangely, I heal much faster than a human. I wonder if it is the demons inside me who try to keep me alive all the time, or if it is just me in the loneliness together with the shadow on the other side?
I looked down and noticed the pool of blood beneath me. Hope all the pain stops any moment, as a last brutal hit on my back came, making me swing a little bit forward, as I could feel something was wrong. Thank all the naked angels, they stopped. I dropped to the ground as they loosened the rope, and they walked out of the cell, laughing and locking the door behind them.
"The doctor will come in an hour to look at your injuries." One of them said as the usual comment.
Doctor Günther was the only one who was empathetic towards me, but he couldn't do anything about my situation, of course.
"Yu Hokey!" I heard the shadow in the other cell.
I hope whatever it is on the other side has not gotten any nightmares of seeing all the torture week in and week out. I raised my hand and gave a thumbs-up to show that everything was okay, even though I was in a lot of pain. I need to rest until the doctor comes...
"BERK!"
I woke up thinking I recognized the voice.
"BERK!"
It is...Zark. I crawled to the bar and reached out my arm as I could hear the steps quickly moving towards me. Has my brother come home? I knew he would never abandon me because of the heinous crime.
He slid on the ground, grabbing my hand as I leaned towards the bars. My brother is here.
"I am right here, BERK!, I am here!" He said as I just looked at him, reaching his arms into the cell to hug me. I reacted a little bit as he touched my injuries on my back.
I started to cry in front of him, which I had never done, and asked:
"Where have you been?"
He started to weep as a damn pussy also, he is supposed to be the strong one, the older brother, and stay strong.
"I am sorry, Berk! I am sorry...I am sorry...I am sorry!" He kept repeating himself.
"I will get you out of here, I will find a way, Berk!"
My body had no energy left, and I let go, but Zark caught me, and everything went dark.
"GET A DOCTOR HERE! WE NEED A DOCTOR...NOW!" Zark screamed out in the air when his brother passed out, most probably from all the blood loss.
Veronica's face turned pale as they approached the cell, and she hit her right fist on the ground, making all the soldiers around them fly in all directions, hitting the bars on the cells. She quickly put up a purple wall of fire between the queen and the brothers to protect them.
"THIS WAS NOT THE DEAL!" Veronica shouted with tears in her eyes.
She turned and looked at the brothers in a hugging position, both had passed out, and she realized that nothing would ever be the same again.
(The scenes above are Zark Van Polan's story, too; they are in the same timeline now.) So the other story will continue with Zark, as the Grammar correction will be in place, and the chapters will be available starting with Chapter 8. This story is Gamelit, while Zark's story is much darker and takes place in Hell, with a build-up, well, all my stories have a build-up. The Hunter Of The Fallen 10 will also get a new chapter release soon, as Zan Van Pan will meet the Witches organization.)
I woke up from someone touching my back. I was on my side and could feel the gentle touches on my back. It must be Doctor Günther who made the usual visit to patch me up.
"You see there, that is not muscle, it is skin, so remove it without pulling it out so it can heal over with new skin."
Noticed something pulling my skin out with a hasty move, and a bandage was quickly pushed hard against my injury, making my body react to it.
"I am sorry!" A female voice uttered.
I leaned my head a little bit and was going to scream when I saw the princess, huh! She has...grown... in some places. Wait a minute, how long have I been imprisoned then? I didn't have anything to say to her anyway, so I let them continue.
"Are you okay, Berk?" Günther asked.
I just nodded. I do not want anything to do with the Valiant Shit doom citizens in my what will be short lifetime.
"You see this area on the back, the wound is deep there. No muscles seem to be affected, but the wound is so open that if they continued beating the area, then the muscle injuries would mean emergency room pronto, to save the back from getting disabled. Luck seems to have been on his side this time, but we still need to sew that wound shut and hope it heals properly.
Great, the injured weak guy who can not do anything.
I felt the needle going through the flesh on my back, and I clenched both my hands in pain to not utter a word and resist this shit until it is over.
After a while, I heard clapping from Günther, as if someone had won gold or something.
"Good job, princess! Just a little more training, and you will finish the mandatory training for the Queen and Princess for first aid help."
Pfft! I can do that shit also, how hard can it be to sew a little bit with a needle and fix it?
The bandages got put on my back, and they walked out of the cell as a soldier closed the door.
"Rest well, Berk Van Polan!" Günther expressed, and I looked at the princess to see what kind of reaction she had to helping out the murderer of her father. I couldn't get a clear read on her; it was hard to tell whether she had any empathy at all or hatred.
I turned around and closed my eyes to get sleep on the side while the bandages do their job.
Someone grabbed my arms, or it was more than one. They dragged me on the ground without any cuffs on me. Is this the time to try to escape? Nah, it hurts way too much in my back. A door opened up, and I saw the two torturers sitting in a small room, smiling when we passed through one more door, and we were in a hallway as they kept dragging me, moving fast, when I saw a woman with glasses and a white skirt, shit, I have missed that so much. We passed through one more door as the sun shone in my face and dropped to the ground. It was sand. What the Hell is going on? It felt like ages for me to get up from the ground, surrounded by soldiers with weapons pointing towards me. Veronica and a ginger guy stood not far away, and a soldier threw a white shirt in front of me, expecting me to pick it up. Beneath a small area with hills and surrounded by soldiers aiming their weapons at me. There was a water stall not far from me, covered by a sheet. Can I get cold water?
"WHAT IS GOING ON?" I screamed at Veronica.
"I GOT PERMISSION TO CHECK HOW MUCH YOU HAVE DEVELOPED YOUR STRENGTH WHILE IN THE CELL."
Strength? What the fuck is she talking about? Is she referring to all the push-ups and pull-ups I have done so far in the cell when I am not too injured?.
"YOU HAVE TO BE MORE SPECIFIC?"
"THE IMMENSE AMOUNT OF MUSCLES THAT YOU HAVE UNDER ALL YOUR SCARS, IT SHOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE FOR ANYONE TO KEEP BUILDING THEIR MUSCLES. I THINK SOMEONE ELSE IS HELPING YOU RECOVER FROM YOUR INJURIES."
Pfft! I am The MAN for the ladies. Why in the flying duckface would I need someone to help me with strength training or recovery? Huh...I have not seen the Maid in a long time. I wonder who she keeps terrorizing now. The ginger guy moved forward with a tail I recognized, WHAT!... Is he the other prisoner?
"ATTACK HIM!" Veronica's voice echoed around the place.
W...W...what the fuck, have they never heard about healing before?