บท 1: Kane
In a bunker filled with darkness, a little boy opened his eyes in confusion.
"Ahh, what is this pain?" Kane squeezed his head in agony.
He remembered his phone exploding in his hand, and then everything went blank. "Damn it, that thing blasted like a grenade!"
The loud sound still rang in his ears as he opened his eyes with difficulty and looked around. Did he survive the blast? That explosion packed so much power, and it was only 25 inches away from his face; it was unlikely for him to survive.
The chance of his survival was less than 1%, and it looked like a miracle had happened. How could a mobile phone cause such large destruction? It was hard to imagine. That was not normal, for sure. Someone must have done something to that mobile, or it might be his illusion.
He looked around in confusion, full of questions. "Aah," he rolled on the hard surface; the headache increased.
'I will kill the bastard who made that stupid phone explode,' he thought to himself.
Not knowing what was going on around him, he grabbed his head and started massaging it, trying to ease the pain. Massaging showed its effect on his throbbing head. The headache subsided somewhat after some time.
After what seemed like hours, the headache decreased, allowing him to focus on his senses that started functioning. He opened his eyes, trying to perceive his surrounding situation.
He found himself in a dark room with a dim light shining above him, making it difficult to see around him. Still adapting to the darkness, he moved his head around.
To his surprise, he did not find himself in a hospital bed but in a slightly different but familiar environment.
He was in a small jail cell. 'What's going on here? Did they arrest me after I was healed?' he wondered, raising his eyebrow and focusing on his surroundings.
There was nothing but a bed in the other corner of the room. It was in worse condition, full of brown and red dust... No, wait, were those blood spots? At this time, a rotten smell assaulted him. Turning toward the smell, he found a plate with some kind of half-eaten food next to the big gate made up of iron bars.
If not for these familiar gates made up of iron bars, this room looked like a normal empty rundown room. He tried to get up from his place, but a metallic thing pulled back and this made him fall. He looked down and found himself wrapped in the chains.
Ting! Ting!
He tried to move, but not only were the chains wrapped around him, but they connected all the chains to the wall. 1. 2. 3. 4. In total, there were 4 chains, and two of them connected to his hands while the other two to his legs.
He tensed up as this cell gave him a weird sensation. While sitting on the hard floor, he focused on his body, and, to his surprise, he found multiple cuts and whip marks all over his body. That's not the key reason for his surprise, but the thing was, his body had changed.
"What's going on now? How do I become so small?" He looked at his small palm with his mouth wide open. Not only did he become small, but this was not his body. He had this big birthmark on his left palm, but now it was all gone.
"Am I dreaming?" He rubbed his eyes and even pinched himself a little, leading him to conclude that this was reality.
'Ah did I get transmitted or something? Shit, its looks like I did get transmitted.' He sighed; it was such a drag for him. All he wanted was a peaceful life with no problems, but now he was in this new situation where he didn't know who or where he was.
Tak! Tak! The sound of footsteps came from the outside at this moment.
"Oh, I might get my answer soon," he mumbled.
[Shhhhhhhhhhh, just two more years.]
'What?' His eyes went wide as he heard a sound from within his head. What's going on here? He had goosebumps listening to that sound.
"Who are you?" he asked.
[Just two more years…] The voice just repeated the same thing.
Creak! The cell door opened, and a muscular man came in with a whip in his hand. Kane looked up and was about to speak when the broken voice came again inside his head. [Just. 2. More. Years.]
The dread in the voice made his pupils expand, while all the hair on his body stood up. Kane realized this voice belonged to the true owner of the body, but what's going on here?
The man with the whip didn't give him much time. Pat! A solid whip landed straight on Kane's face.
"Ahh."
[Ahh, I will survive…]
Both Kane and the original owner let out a cry at the same time.
Pat, pat. Pat! The muscular man continued to whip, the thick leather whip bending back with the man's hand and moving faster in a curve, with the end of the whip slamming straight into Kane.
Pat!
[Ahh, just two more…]
Pat!
[I will survive…]
The power behind the whipping was so strong that the skin on Kane's body cracked, with blood leaking out of it. With each successive hit, he felt the familiar pain with the dread voice screaming in his head.
The more he got hit, the more he went out of control, and slowly, a wide grin formed on his face as he just stared at the man beating him.
The jailer beating Kane paused, seeing the smile on the kid's face. This infuriated him, and he increased the force behind his attack.
The more he felt the itching pain with the familiar scent of blood flowing down his skin and that metallic taste in his mouth, the more crazed he became.
"Hehe," he started giggling a little.
After that incident, he was broke, and he knew about it. He could not tolerate anyone trampling on or messing with him again. This broken personality made him reach the top ten on the most wanted list in just 3 years in his past world.
PAt! PAt!
The loud sound of whipping with the smell of blood drifted in the room, [I will survive] The dread declaration of not backing down echoed in his mind, "Hehehe" and the sound of giggling resonated in the cell.
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