Nothing but darkness, his hands tied and the ground beneath him felt cold, he heard the sound of footsteps and shouting. This man was tired but he tried to remember anything he could, his favorite food, his favorite drink, his friends, at least the ones that might be alive… what he hates and what kind of shoes he used to wear.
'Why?'
That voice again, whenever it was too quiet, whenever he was alone, it spoke. First, it started out with one voice but as he continued to do what he did best, more was there. Sometimes it was calm, most of the time it was loud.
'Why?'
And now, it was all he could hear.
This man was a mercenary, one that did what others couldn't for the right price. He reveled in war, and was paid good for it, earning him riches that any mercenary would dream of.
'Why?'
'Because it paid…'
From one battle to the next he moved like a beast or ghost. Every shot hitting their mark, every move done with speed and precision, once a job was taken, none could stand in his way.
'Why?'
'Because I was good at it…'
Sometimes, he would be sent in to take care of some bastards, real scum of the earth, from slave traders to turn coats. None could escape from him as he cleans the world one job at a time.
'Why?'
'Because they deserved it…"
Then there was thi-
'Why?'
'Becau-'
'Why?'
'Why…?' 'Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?'Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?''Why?'
All this man could do was shut his eyes, the voice deafening, he wanted to cover his ears but his hands were tied, he tried to shout but his throat was torn from all the times before, he looked down, scared to see the face attached to the voice. So he waits, for the moment that the voices stop asking him, that this darkness, this cowardness, to be the last thing he feels…
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A coldness hits his face, the sound of trees swaying in the winds. This was different, he couldn't move. He tried to stretch out his arms and legs but found them bound by something, not only that, he also felt weak, like really weak. But the one thing that stood out, was that the voice was gone, the voice that haunted him, murmurs whenever he sleeps, screams whenever it gets dark, it's finally gone.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and was met with a strange sight. Gone were the concrete walls and dim lights, he saw an expansive night sky, red and green weaves in-between the many stars. The moon shines a bright blue as it illuminates the dense and huge forest around him. The trees themselves had a purple hue on the barks, the leaves with red edges.
'Where am I?' He tried to speak but could make out the words.
"Gah!" Was all he could make. "GAAAHH!" He repeats, trying to make any words.
'What the-' The thought was cut off as he heard something coming towards him. Sounds of branches breaking, rustling of leaves. As if on instinct, he prepared himself, eyes focused and body relaxed, at least the best he could, but he still found it hard to move in his bindings. He focuses his hearing on the footsteps, trying to guess the source of the steps.
'Four, an animal, no, two, men… no…' As they close in, he can't help but feel that those steps were different, something close to humans but not quite… The steps grow louder, closer and when they finally emerge from the forest, his eyes go wide. Out came the most beautiful and stunning woman he had ever seen. Her hands move her long black hair, her bright red eyes gleam from the shadows as the night sky makes her pale skin glow. A thing he noticed was that she was huge, towering over him.
"It was a baby." The pale woman spoke, even her voice was seductive. Then behind her, another figure comes forth, causing the man to struggle even more to focus. She was just as breathtaking as the first but her skin was more tan, with a more toned body, her hair brown, short and messy, giving her this almost wild and strong look. Similarly, her eyes were also red as she stared at him.
"Huh? Was he left by the caravan?" The tan woman spoke. She steps closer before sniffing the air. "And it's a male…"
"A male? This close to the village?" The two look then scan their surroundings, as if watching out for some attack, which was strange to the man, or baby, even though they don't have any weapons, there was this air of combat around them. They stood still for what seemed like minutes before the pale woman relaxed when she looked at the baby.
"Look around him." She finally spoke, pointing at the ground around the baby. "Teleportation markings…" She steps closer to the marking on the ground, studying them. "One-way, Looks like someone wanted to get rid of this baby and didn't care where he would end up…" The tan woman grabs the pale woman on the shoulder and pulls her back.
"Sia! What are you doing?!" Her voice was sharp and harsh, "That's a MALE! You know the rule we have!" The pale woman, Sia, brushes her off and smiles.
"It's fine Verra, he smells like one but…" She turns back and waves her hand over the baby. "He doesn't feel like one. Even you can feel that." The tan woman, Verra, looks down at the baby and sighs.
"You're right, maybe that's the reason why he was sent away, there's a strange air about him… maybe we should leave him…" Verra said, looking sad, but the man can't blame her, being careful is a key point in surviving and a strange baby in the middle of nowhere would cause anyone to be cautious. "And look, he's been staring at us for a while now." She points out. The man/baby couldn't help but stare at them, they were crazy sexy. He coughs, as if embarrassed for being called out.
"Aww, he's embarrassed!" Sia squeals, reaching down and lifting the baby. Holding him in her bosom. "It's okay to stare little one, we're known to be alluring." She was warm, she pats him, as this strange sensation causes him to relax instantly. It was only now until he noticed how much his body hurts, as if he was laying on his back for hours. Normally, this amount of pain would barely affect him, but he feels his eyes start to water. Aware of what he was going to do, he tries to hold it back, letting out squeaks and groans. Sia pats his back and moves him up and down. "There there, you're safe now." For some reason her touch made him weak, the voice he was desperately holding back raises from his throat.
"WAAAHHH!" The man cries, wailing in his baby form. Even though he knows he's a baby now, he was embarrassed that he was crying like one. His wailing continues, tears seemingly endless, as if he was crying for more than one reason, as pain fades and relief sets in.