He knelt there in the dark room, alone but not afraid. He licked his dry, cracked lips in hopes that some moisture was still left in his body. He looked down at his forearms, bound by cuffs made of a strange, greenish-gray material that restrained his power. He sighed as his dark purple eyes flicked their gaze across them, scarred and bruised from years of training. Kneeling there, he got lost in his own thoughts.
Who am I? What am I? Where did I come from? Every day I ask these questions and I still get no answers. Who am I kidding? Even if I do find out, they will never let me go. It seems like only yesterday that I woke up in this strange place, but in all reality, it's been two weeks. Two weeks since I was attacked by people who I had not provoked, two weeks since I lost my temper and patience, destroying a whole village in the process, two weeks since I was captured and imprisoned, he thought to himself. He would lie awake at night, his dreams haunted by visions. Visions of a past that was not familiar to him. His tail swished behind him and he grabbed it and clutched it closely to his chest, for that was the only thing that kept him from going completely insane.
"Are you really that far gone that you have to clutch your tail like that?" said a voice from behind him.
Without turning around, he responded, "It's all I have left."
He heard footsteps as the intruder walked around him so he could stand in front of him.
"Loki, look at me, aren't I helping to keep you from losing your sanity?"
The purple Lucario looked up at the figure standing before him. He was at least 6 feet, 8 inches tall, with a blue robe flowing majestically around his body, his purple eyes even more pronounced by the robe. He brushed a lock of purple hair out of his face as he looked down at Loki. If one were to stand back and look at the two of them together, they would think they were brothers; however this is not the case. Not only can no one but Loki see him, this man is Loki's re-encarnation.
"Yeah, a past version of me that no one else can see is supposed to keep me from going totally insane. Makes perfect sense" Loki replied.
"Well when you say it like that-"
"Shut up! Someone's coming,"
Above him a door opened and the elevator started. It continued to run until it was at the bottom of the pit and then ascended back up to the top. Loki continued to look at the floor as a guard approached him. Loki looked up slightly, sizing up the guard. Apparently, they've gotten so cocky that they sent one of their weakest guards to handle him.
"Get up Prisoner, your trial waits," the guard said lazily.
When Loki did not move, the guard pulled out a sword and moved in to prod Loki. It was the last mistake he ever made. As the guard thrust the sword at him Loki moved swiftly and caught the sword between the cuffs. In a panic, the guard turned on the electrified aspect of the sword to try and get Loki to let go. Loki smiled with satisfaction as he felt his strength returning for not only did the sword heal him and strengthen his powers, they shorted out the cuffs. Now free Loki grabbed the sword and twisted it out of the guard's hand, then spun and drove the sword into the guard's chest and pulled it out, the blood of the guard spilling onto the floor. However, Loki was faced with a new problem, the lift. He knew it was voice activated from when they first brought him down there, so the lift coming down was out of the question. Loki smiled though, as this problem had an easy solution, he braced his legs, and using his power, he jumped up and landed on the top of the pit. He looked down at his old prison, five-hundred feet below him, took a deep breath, and ran into the hallways. He sprinted as fast as he could, killing guards and prisoners alike, anyone who got in his way was cut down by the whirlwind of death and destruction. Nearing the end of the hallway, he charged up a power punch and blasted the door open, sprinting into the light outside.
Posted on 26.02.2013, 16:38:41 CET