Chapter 5
When I woke up I tried to remember what I was dreaming about with no success, I've never been able to remember my dreams, sometimes I doubt I even have them. I held my breath as I reminded myself where I was so I didn't scream. If that wasn't bad enough then forgetting the fact that I should have been keeping track of time was. To calm myself down I took in an unnecessary breath of air.
I always thought that was funny, some demons look a lot like humans, on the inside and out; I was one of them. But just because we had all those organs didn't mean we needed to use them. To put it in simpler words, I have lungs, but could stop breathing anytime I wanted and would not die or even feel weak from 'lack of oxygen'.
As soon as the air entered my lungs I couldn't help but smile, "It appears that lungs do have their uses." I whispered as I tasted my own misery in the air. I focused on it for a moment then sighed. Judging on the taste, I've been in the cell for about 14 hours. It was 7:30 or so when I was locked into the cell so it should be around 21:30. I felt a rock by my leg and picked it up with a shadow hand (magic). I placed it in the farthest corner of the room, which happened to be to my left. "A pebble a day keeps insanity away," I mumbled to myself.
As I took in another breath of air a thought hit me, I cursed myself for being so oblivious to it before. Misery is misery, right? I am suppose to be able to survive off of any kind of misery, so why not my own? I smiled, these 2000 years were looking a little brighter. I closed my eyes and stayed perfectly still as my body absorbed all the pain and despair in the small room. I felt my body become stronger along with my normal mind set. As I ate, everything that had been bothering me before was shoved to the back of my mind and locked away; I wasn't going to shed anymore tears about the past. As the sadness in the air decreased, I cursed. As I thought of ways to bring the misery levels back up I clenched and opened my fists. I gasped as my second brilliant thought of the day hit me. Pain, pain is a form of misery. Physical pain could make anyone sad and depressed, even me.
I let my entire body relax as I closed my eyes. I felt the shadows in the cell and forced them all to become apart of each other, forming an object shaped like a dagger. I lied the blade on my skin, then put more and more pressure on it as I slide it across my thigh. When I realized I wasn't in enough pain to feed off of I carelessly slashed the dagger across my leg in one swift movement. As blood poured from the gash I instantly regretted doing that, which was kind of what I was aiming for in the first place. I felt it, the air getting steadily heavier, as the air shot in and out of my body. I again pointed the dagger at my leg, but then turned it up a little so it was aiming at my hip. Before my brain could register how much this was going to hurt I drew the dagger deep into my skin, shattering the bone and tearing all the muscle and tissue in that area. When I finally heard the dagger tip hit the wall behind me I tore it out as fast I as I could, bringing even more pain. I screamed and smashed my head into the wall behind me in an attempt to calm myself down, I needed to refocus on why I was doing this in the first place. With clenched fists I measured the size of the cell and all the hurt in it, it was enough to satisfy me for now. I let my body absorb the pain and gradually relax. As my thought process became clearer I began thinking about what I was going to have to do to myself for the next 2000 years to stay healthy; oh, the joy. "Wow, Kilden was right I guess. I am suicidal." I said with a laugh. I thought about my brothers, Kilden and Zentu, until I felt the affects of blood loss. I always thought that it was pathetic that demons could feel weak and lose consciousness over blood loss, but couldn't die from it. I shook my head with disgust as my eyes became heavy and my body went limp as I drifted into another unremembered dream.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
((Ok, I haven't written this part in the original book so I should start on it now right? Yes. Am I going to? No. It's a very boring part and I still am unsure if I want to include it at all. All it is is other days and times in the cell and ya-dee-ya-dee-ya. So, just like my original, I'm going to skip it and worry about it later, don't worry, you'll be glad I did. Oh! Wait! I'll write one of the days real quick. It's actually more like a fanfic but whatever...))
Day 43
Abyss-
I had just started to fall asleep when I heard a hard tapping on the door. For a few moments it just sounded like random beats but eventually I started to hear a pattern; Morse code. I listened carefully and started making out words and sentences: Hi.......Abyss!.......We.... Here.........to.....break...you.......out. I thought over it for a moment then tapped back: Who.....Are...You?........Why...You....Want....Me........out? There was a long pause then the tapping started again. I knew who it was before they even finished. "Mari! Onyx! You idiots!" I yelled loud enough so they could hear my through the walls. "We.....Love...You!" they tapped back. I sighed and pinched my eyes shut; only they could do something this brainless. "Where the hell are the guards?!" I screamed.
Mari ((and Onyx))-
I looked over at Onyx with a smile then behind us at the six goblins sprawled out across the floor. We both laughed then Onyx started tapping: Gone. "Oh! Ask her what the passcode is! She has to know at least where to find it." I said bouncing up and down from my seated position. Onyx tapped it hurriedly then we waited for a response.
"Death has it!" we heard faintly.
"Ohhhh...." I said unenthusiastically,
"Well, she knew where to find it." Onyx said with a shrug. I stood up and gently took Ruin, my black and red katana, from his holster on the side of my hip.
"Time for plan 'B'!" I said excitedly. Onyx stood up clapping her hands and took out her weapon as well. I quickly tapped: We....Have.....Different....Methods.....To....Try, and swung Ruin around in my hand for a moment. As I started to think about how to pry the door open I felt a faint chill behind me that made Onyx and I put our weapons away.
"What are you two doing?" Onyx and I turned around to see Lord Death staring down at us. We kept our expressions controlled and innocent as we both lifted our right hand and pointed down one of the hallways. "Leaving." We said together. We turned and walked down the hallway without another glance back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I slammed one of the larger rocks against the wall to one side of me, breaking it into several smaller pieces. With the shadows, I grabbed one of them and tossed it in to corner where all the other pebbles were. The pebble I just put there marked the third day of the third hundred year. I groaned at that thought, of all the things I was worried about when I first came in here, boredom never crossed my mind. I had tried shadow puppet dances, making music, telling scary stories to the pebbles, and reliving memories; none of them kept me entertained for more than 30 minutes. I stretched my broken and torn apart body, despite the fact that every little movement felt like a chainsaw was cutting into me, I was proud of myself. Every wound that I had ever inflicted was still open, leaving behind no ugly scars; I hated scars.
I looked over at the stack of pebbles again and sighed, "Just another 1700 years to go." I mumbled. As I started to cut into an already gruesome looking wound on my right arm a sudden cling, like a tiny bell made me stop what I was doing and look toward the door.
