Prologue
Brick walls. Or more accurately, brick ceilings. That was what I stared at. And though I didn't particularly enjoy it, I didn't really have any say in the matter.
Staring up at the ceiling, I listen as cold, hard rain pelts at the building as if trying to knock it down. A sudden c***k of lightning shines outside and light pours into the small cell through the tiny window that lacks glass, or even bars.
Sadly it was too small for me to even think about trying to escape that way.
Though the lightning illuminated the cell for a little more than half a second, you could still make out a skeleton that was curled into a fetal position in the corner. I still don't know who that is, the guards won't tell me.
Growing increasingly bored, I sat up from the uncomfortable, stinking cot that the Court had allowed me and stood. Walking to the barred door I call out. “Hey.” One of the two guards that stood just out of my reach jumped in surprise. So they got a new recruit. Sticking my arms through the bars and leaning against it, I begin to mouth off. ”So when do you think the Court’s gonna give me my trial, it's been three months and Skelley over there isn't much company.” The new guy looks at me.
”Who?” he asks. I roll my eyes.
”The skeleton in the corner. I don't know their real name so I gave them one.” The newbie just shakes his head.
”In any case, it's not up to you. You've committed crimes that go against the oldest of our laws. You're lucky that the Court is doing this much for you.” He turns his head away from me.
”Fine, but can you at least get me a tissue. I'm sweating bullets down here.” When they don't respond I say something else. ”Ok then, what about a shirt. This one's too stiff.” I pull on the shoulder of the blood-stained shirt I was currently wearing and look at it in mock disgust. The other guard stomped up to the bars and growled at me in anger.
”Personally I don't think that you deserve any leniency from the Court. You massacred an entire village and one of the most important sectors of the Church because of a Witch--” during his little speech, my usually playful attitude completely disappeared and was replaced by a darkened expression that would have made the bravest warriors run in the other direction.
Narrowing my eyes I pull one of my arms from its perch and wrap it around the neck of the guard, making him cut himself off with a choked gurgle and slam painfully against the bars. The newbie jumps in surprise before shakily aiming his sword at me. Reaching for the sword that sat on the restrained guards hip I pulled it out and stabbed him through the back. I loosen my grip and he falls to the ground in a lifeless heap. The other nearly drops his sword in fear and I crouch down to grab the dead guards key ring. Using it to unlock the cell, I push open the door. The newbie takes it as an opportunity to attempt to swing at me. I use the flat side of my hand to knock the sword from his grip and faster than he can react, I pin him against the wall, the sword pressed flush against his neck.
”Please, please don't kill me, ” he pleads. I just press the sword harder against him.
”Let this be a lesson to you and the rest of your gods-forsaken court. Don't underestimate me.” I let this ring in his mind before swiftly slicing through his neck. Pulling at the blade, the new guys head falls to the side and his body slides down the wall.
Stepping away I lift the blade slowly to the opposite side of my head before swiftly bringing it down again. The blood coating it splattered on the dirt floor and the brick wall. Lightning strikes again, this time illuminating half my body and leaving the other side shrouded in darkness, making me look like something from the purge. I begin to walk down the hall, slowly and purposefully. I'm coming Bri.
