Giredi's Story

[KeshmarCurlyHair]

The Forgotten Prisoner
Sunday January 14th, 4638 at 2:08 AM in Nocturnia
Giredi's Story

"Didja hear Ruvin? Lord Anstrum has a son!" A voice said outside.

I woke up and turned my head to the cell door toward the noise. It was pitch-black, even to Nocturnian eyes, so all I could see was between the bars through the tiny slit on the door where they were standing.

"You kidding Gaston?" the other man said. "I was the first to know."

"How's that?"

"His concubine was a prisoner of Lersa's a few years ago. I heard Lord Anstrum knocked her up back then... was it 7 years ago? 8?"

"Sounds about right. The boy's around 8 years old."

"The kid's that old and it just became public?" Ruvin said. They started walking away as their voices slowly sounded more distant.

I've barely seem their faces... or anyone's for that matter. I've never left this cell before. This is where my mother lived, so they made me take their place. It was probably better that way, compared to when they decided to clean my cell out. They came in the next day and opened my cell door for the first time in 12 years...

I awoke to the door being opened. I looked over and quickly closed my eyes to protect them from the sting of the light from a torch the one who opened my cell was holding. "Gah it stinks in there!" she growled angrily, covering her nose and looking back in. "This girl's covered in her own filth, have you even been feeding her?"

"You mean she's still alive?" Ruvin said, sitting on a cement bench beside my cell. "Thought I heard weird noises coming from that cell."

I sat up and looked toward the woman as she grabbed me by my arm, pulling me out. I fell to the floor, not knowing how to even stand up.

"Damn, she looks like she's about to die." the woman said, dragging me out of the cell and looking at my torn, raggety clothes and dirty, grimy skin. "She don't even have the strength to stand up."

Ruvin looked down at me as I lifted my head from the floor. "Tch. I ain't feedin 'er."

"Just carry her upstairs. If you're not gonna just put her out of her misery, she at least needs a bath." the woman said as I looked around at them.

Ruvin forcefully picked me up as I moaned in pain. "Just go clean out the last two calls, Fugn. I'll handle this thing."

The woman went down the hall as Ruvin carried me up a flight of stairs and through a doorway to what I think was a bathroom. He sat me on the floor and went to shut the door. I looked around at scenery I never saw before. The sink, with exposed wooden pipes underneath looked a bit intimidating to me. I turned around slightly to the bathtub as Ruvin pulled my raggedy shirt off and layed me down in front of him. "Every week, I hafta clean nuthin but dirty old male prisoners." he grumbled, putting his hand on my chest, groping me. "It's sooo nice to do this with a female for once."

Ruvin pulled my bottoms off and krept closer to me. I layed there looking away, clueless as to what was going on as Ruvin was touching me all over. I then felt a sudden burst of pain as he tried shoving something in between my legs. I started to scream and jump away just as he pinned me down and quickly covered my mouth.

The next thing I remember, I woke up violently to the woman before, kicking me in the ribcage repeatedly. "YOU DIRTY SLUT!" she yelled, as I screamed in pain, grabbing my side. The woman then kicked me one last time, so hard I heard a loud crunch in my side. The pain hurt so badly, I would have screamed my loudest, if it weren't from coughing up so much blood.

The woman then raised her foot up to my head. "You filthy little-" she paused, as I felt an intense, powerful force nearby... different from anything I've sensed before. The force was completely overwhelming, even through the staggering amount of pain I was in. My eyes were froze open from being paralyzed by this force, as I noticed that the woman was frozen still in the same manner.

"Is this how you treat your prisoners?" a dark and powerful voice bellowed as a tall, gorgeously-dressed man walked in, looking down at me, then to the woman.

"Lord Anstrum!" the woman exclaimed, kneeling down in front of him. "You honer me with your presence, my lord... what brings you to the dungeon?"

"I will be asking the questions, miss Paalfer." the man said intimidatingly.

"Yes my lord."

The man looked over at me as as I layed still, blood still dripping from my mouth and probably various other places I was too paralyzed to look down and see. "Explain this." the man ordered.

"You see, I-I found this low-tier prisoner here, and-"

"You decided to attack her unprovoked?"

"I... uh..." the woman stuttered.

"We can't have prisoners if they're beaten to death, now can we?"

"N-no, my lord..."

The man looked over at me again, then looked back at the woman. "...I shall give my regards to your family." he said, just before the woman was engulfed in darkness and dissolved away.

I tried looking up at him, but I could only manage to see his shiny, crimson colored boots as he walked toward me. "You must be the daughter of Aldra Deriana." he said, as I felt a strange sensation, suddenly gaining feeling back into my beaten body. I managed to sit up, looking down. All the blood was gone, and my broken bones felt like they were in one piece. I felt as if I was put back together again. I then looked up at him as he looked down at me with a mean expression. "Let's put you back where you belong."

From then on, I identified that man as the worst I've ever known... the one who returned me to the suffering instead of letting me die in piece...

The next thing I knew, I was in a larger cell. I was a lot cleaner now and dressed in warmer clothing. I looked around, seeing another young girl setting on the floor on the opposite end. She wore a dirty, tan-colored dress and had light brown hair. She turned to me with a hateful stare. I then noticed that she was missing a right ear as she stood up and approached me. She then forcefully shoved me against the stone wall. "They give each cell the same amount of food regardless of how many prisoners are in it, you know that?"

I sorrowfully looked away. She then pulled me by the blouse and slammed me against the wall again. "Can't you take a hint? I'm not sharing anything with a scrawny little bitch!"

I suddenly panicked, shoving the girl to the floor, grabbing her throat. "STOOOOOOOOP IIIIIIIIIIIT!!!" I screamed with my eyes tightly closed, crying.

I heard the guards coming. "What did you do to her?!?" one guard said as the other was frantically searching for a key to enter the cell.

I opened my eyes and looked down, as the other girl lay limp in front of me. My bony fingers pierced her throat. My hand was covered in her blood as I lifted it from her mangled neck. I then leaned in close to the girl who's life I had just taken and smiled. "I don't like sharing either."

[KeshmarCurlyHair]

Carnage Has a Name
Sunday November 19th, 4643 at 6:54 PM in Nocturnia
Giredi's Story - Chapter Two

Two guards ran up to the chief, who was sitting at his desk drinking his morning coffee. "Sir! Another prison break!"

The chief sighed. "Again? Can't you guys handle it?"

"This one's serious, sir. You'd better handle it yourself."

The chief sighed again, setting his coffee down. He got up and walked out with the guards.

They made their way to the exercise yard, where a few non-rioting prisoners were. The chief walked over to a particularly burly prisoner. "You wouldn't have anything to do with this one, would you, Hustan?

"Ahaha! Nooo, I'm stayin outta this one." Hustan answered. "More of us are dyin than breakin out."

"This way, sir!" one of the guards exclaimed, pointing to the dungeon holding chambers. "Hurry!"

The chief quickly ran down to the dungeon. He looked down the hall at most of the cells already open. Trails of blood covered the floors. The chief drawn his sword and looked around. He glanced behind him at the guards cowering behind the door. "You two wouldn't happen to have a decent status report to give me, would you?"

"It started as a normal riot. We got things under control though..." one guard explained.

"But then they came down here and started opening cells... it happened so fast." the other guard added.

"Shhh!" the chief ordered. He approached the cells carefully with this sword ready to block a possible attack. "Something's... here..."

He looked in every cell. A few mangled bodies and severed limbs scattered about, but nothing else. He got to the end of the hall, looked in the cells at the end, then turned back. "Something isn't right..."

He then noticed something drip from the ceiling. He looked up, noticing splotches of blood up there, leading clear down the darkened hall. He then noticed some movement on the ceiling right above the guard's heads. His eyes widened in realization. "...GET OUT OF HERE NOW!"

Before the guards could react, it fell from the ceiling, swiftly slicing one guard in half at the waist. The second guard gazed upon the attacker. Noticing it was a young, aqua green-haired girl, he took out his taser sword and struck her. She caught the blade with her left hand as a small explosion of electricity surged through her, but seemingly unaffected, she leaped up to the guard's face and shoves her right hand in his mouth, through the roof of it, and out of the top of his skull.

The chief guard ran down the hallway to the girl with his sword ready. The girl shoved the dead guard down and pulled her hand out of his head. She tossed the clump of brain matter she had pulled out aside and looked on at the chief with a vacant stare. The chief leaped at the girl, and as she attempted to jump out of the way, he thrusted his sword through her shoulder, pinning her to the wall. He stepped back, looking the girl over. "So it was you they mentioned... I should've payed more attention before I took over here."

The girl looked at the blood seeping from her impaled shoulder, then over to the chief.

"My name's Rosalt Markka." the chief said, leaning casually against the adjacent wall. "I'm the chief guard around here. I suggest you learn some manners around me."

Rosalt approached her. "I never heard your name. What was it again...? Oh right... you don't have one."

Rosalt then walked away, scratching his chin. "Since you're my prisoner, I think I'll give you one. Hmmm... I think I'll name you Giredi, after my pet Saber Snake."

He then walked back up to her, looking closely. She was gripping his sword tightly by the blade. He looked her in the eye. "You don't struggle much with me... why is that? Or is it because you're injured? No, that can't be it..."

Rosalt then took out a knife from his boot and grabbed her right hand. He then sliced her wrist open farther from the vein. Giredi let out a sudden gasp as she started to blush.

"Hahahahahaha! You're just a masochist!" Rosalt exclaimed. His face turned serious as he grabbed the hilt of his sword. Electrical energy started flowing around it, then released from it, swirling around Giredi. He pulled the sword from her, making her collapse to the ground, restrained by the energy bindings. "In any case, you'll need to be put in a special cell. Lucky you, any other chief guard would have executed you for this..."

Rosalt returned to the main floor, looking around. "Everything seems to be back in order." he thought.

A guard ran up to Rosalt. "Status report!" the chief quickly said.

"Everything's back in order it seems." the guard reported.

"Wonderful." Rosalt said. "Get a cleanup team for Dungeon C. There was a massacre down there."

"Yes sir." the guard said, walking away.

"Oh, and one more thing." Rosalt said, tapping the guard's shoulder. "There is a lone survivor down there. I want you to take her to the solitary confinement building. And whatever you do, don't let her escape my restraints."

The guard nodded nervously, then started toward the dungeon.

Later on, a few of Rosalt's remaining guards brought Giredi to a solitary cell. The door slid open and she was slung in like a rag doll, still bound from Rosalt's energy sword. The door was then shut and locked securely before the energy bindings were dispelled. By then, Giredi was fast asleep. The guards then left the room, returning to their posts just outside.

The next day, a neatly dressed young girl with a small bag flung over her shoulder approached the small building. She came up to the guards by the entrance. The guards looked at her, then to each other, and back to her. "...you here to see Giredi?" one of them asked the girl.

"Yes I am." the girl said.

"Ahem... okay then... right this way." one of the guards said, unlocking the front door. "If you'll excuse me... I need to get Giredi ready for you."

The girl nodded. "Thank you."

A few minutes later, the guard came out. "Ready whenever you are."

The guards walked her in and up to the cell. "You sure about this?" the other guard asked. "We can't guarantee your safety in there with... that."

"I'll be fine, don't worry." the girl said. "Though I suggest not coming in till I'm ready to leave."

The guards nodded, opening the cell door. The girl walked in, noticing Giredi unconscious on the floor.

"We had to knock her out to open the cell" a guard spoke up.

"It's fine... you may leave now." she responded.

The guards closed and locked the cell door, then walked out the front door, locking it behind them.

The girl went over to Giredi and put her arm around her. She put her hand up to Giredi's chest as a purple light came from her palm. Giredi awoke quickly, swinging her hand at the girl, piercing the girl's chest, right above her heart, pinning the girl to the ground.

The girl coughed a couple times, then looked at Giredi. "That don't affect me like it does normal people." she said. "Though I have to go out in public like this."

Giredi looked back at her with a blank stare.

"If you've got everything out of your system... care to introduce yourself?" the girl asked.

Giredi remained silent.

The girl tried sitting up, with Giredi's hand still sunk deep in her chest. "...my name is Yuriis Ganru. I was sent here to be your personal guard... I guess you're not much of a talker then, huh?"

Giredi took her hand out of Yuriis' chest while staring at her warily. She started licking her bloody hand.

Yuriis sat up. "How old are you? Sixteen? Seventeen?" she asked, not really expecting a response from Giredi. "Quite a lot older than me. I'm around the prince's age."

Giredi looked over at Yuriis, then back to licking her hand.

"First of all... how about letting me cut your hair?" Yuriis suggested. "You'd be very pretty without all those blood stains in that nice shade of green."

Yuriis put her hand do her chest, instantly healing the hole. She then reached slowly in her bag, pulling out a pair of scissors. Giredi stopped, looking over at the object Yuriis was wielding.

"This won't hurt, I promise." Yuriis said, reaching for Giredi's long hair.

Yuriis started cutting Giredi's hair while Giredi curiously remained still. "You'd probably like him." Yuriis said, trying to make conversation. "The prince, I mean. He's kind and gentle... not at all like others in this kingdom you've probably met."

After cutting Giredi's hair, Yuriis looked around at the floor. "Don't worry, I'll clean this up for you. For now, you need to see yourself."

Yuriis put the scissors away as Giredi turned around. Yuriis then brought out a hand mirror out of her bag and turned it to Giredi. "See? You look very pretty."

Giredi looked at the mirror for a minute, confused. She then yanked the mirror out of Yuriis' hand and hit her over the head with it, breaking the mirror all over the floor. She then picked up the largest shard of glass and pinned Yuriis down, aiming at her head.

Yuriis looked up at Giredi. She reached up and gently put her hand on Giredi's cheek. "If it makes you feel any better, go ahead."

Giredi paused, looking down at Yuriis in confusion. She then looked away, then looked back angrily, raising the shard and shoving it as deep in Yuriis' head through her left eye as she could. She then stood up and walked to the other side of the cell and layed down on the floor.