Endless Death

Endless Death

It was dark in the room in which he awoke. His head sent throbbing pains throughout his body. He touched it and winced. He had hit his head on something. What was it, though?

His eyes began to become accustomed to the faint light coming from the high ceiling above him. What was this place? How long had he been here for? Questions circled around in his head, turning his brain to mush and causing more pain to go through him.

He brought his hand down and saw there was blood on it. It’s from my head, he thought. The young man rubbed his eyes and looked down at the ground. Or, at least, what should be the ground.

Bones were scattered all across the floor of the prison. Giant creatures resembling ants crawled about, eating the flesh and drinking the blood of humans rotting inside and out. It was then he noticed the screams. The place was filled with squeals of pain – and of laughter! This was, he thought, not a very good place to be at.

He looked to his left and saw men in a line to horrific deaths. One just lost his brain with a wooden spoon. Another was roasted alive. Still another was slowly chopped up, starting with his feet and still alive when his legs were gone. Was this what fate had given him? A head popped off in the jail cell next to him, cut off with a dull and rusty knife.

An extremely overweight guard wearing just a cloth round his hips walked towards him. The guard took out a ring of keys and stuck one into the metal door. It opened with a loud crack and slowly swung open, not without a high-pitched squealing sound to accompany it.

He walked after the guard who had already turned around and was walking away. He couldn’t move, though. Looking down, the man saw that his legs were splintered all over by something resembling wood. He looked closer and gasped. It was bone. Both of his leg bones had been splintered into thousands of pieces, leaving the entire lower half of his body paralyzed. This, he realized, was not good.

The fat guard turned around and noticed that his assigned prisoner was not following him. He grunted an unintelligible grunt and pulled out his whip. He walked toward the murky cell and stood the man up on boneless legs. The prisoner screamed out in pain as he collapsed into a heap on the bone floor.

Pain erupted throughout his body as he hit the ground. Swish, crack! He screamed again. Swish, crack! The guard had swung his whip into the helpless body of his prisoner. Swish, crack! This one hit the man’s head. He cowered away as he felt warm blood pour down out of his head.

Memories flooded his conscience. He was delivering weapons to rebels of the king. Swish, crack! He had been caught. Swish, crack! He had fought and lost. Swish, crack! He lost consciousness. He did not want to wake up. His body would not. He felt his heart in his chest, pumping. It stopped. He regained consciousness for a moment to feel blood gushing down his chest and a vampire man eating his still pumping heart. He had no more heart. He was dead.



Word count: 557 words.