1 Dreamchasers, pt 1. [Private | Training] Tue Jul 04, 2017 12:54 am
Akusha
D-rank
The room was entirely silent save for a fan that was running on high in the corner; glorious background white noise – one of the most perfect ways to fall asleep. The bedroom door was shut and locked; though that was for nothing more than comfort purposes since the small one bedroom apartment was otherwise unoccupied save for the single resident who was currently lying in bed; in a massive tangle of sheets and blankets, most of which had been thrown off and onto the floor at one point or another during the night when it had got far too hot for them despite the fan being on.
The individual on the bed was fast asleep; utterly oblivious to the glorious quietness of the house save for the random creaks of floorboards that were all too natural. Or rather, it was quiet until the next door neighbors began fighting for the third time in the past twenty for hours. The drunken bastard of a husband had come back from a mission – a fallen from grace shinobi who couldn’t get a job or mission worth anything anymore because he spent his time more often than not drunk, but whom could not admit when it was time to just finally hang up his hatheadband and call it a day – and had spent most of the night out with buddies trying to relive old stories of the glories of old. So, when he had returned home at seven o’clock in the morning with absolutely no idea of the time let alone the day, the first thing he had done was slam the door shut so hard even Kayn’s windows rattled – but thankfully he didn’t waken. The drunk had then proceeded to storm into the kitchen, throwing around pots and pans in rage because there was no supper sitting out, nice and hot, for him to devour. “What the fuck, woman? I’m gone for all of a few hours and you just start being completely lazy? Where are you, woman?!”
Through the muffled walls that divided Kayn’s apartment from the drunken bastards, who was now storming down the hallway and toward the bedroom, came a reply too soft and muffled to understand. Whatever the ‘woman’ as known as the drunks wife, had responded with however caused a bellow of rage to leave the drunk that had Kayn twitching in his sleep: the only saving grace being the fan that was still continuing to run, helping to blend the rage of the drunk with the rest of the background noise: chances were it wasn’t going to last though.
“You stupid, fucking bitch! What did you say to me?! Come here! I’ll teach you to talk like that!” The response to the bellow was a loud scream; piercing even the walls and far louder than the fan. Instead of just twitching Kayn jumped this time, startled, and awoke with a start. Lifting his head up off of the pillow and blinking into the darkness around him – black out curtains for the win – as he laid on his stomach he tried to pin point exactly what had awoken him.
“Get back here! Don’t you run away from me!” Kayn blinked at the screaming, wondering why he was being yelled at since he was, in fact, not running anywhere and was still very much sprawled out on his stomach. However, the next scream followed by fast thundering footsteps answered his question and helped to give him some much needed grounding as to what was going on: the neighbors were fighting again, and from the slurred speech the bastard had spent the night drinking and had likely just woken his wife up for one reason or another in his stupidity and rage. With a groan Kayn grabbed his pillow, moving it out from underneath of his face and bringing it up and over his head; squeezing the sides down around his ears in an attempt to drown the couple out as the wife now began to scream back and yell profanities just the same as the drunken shinobi was. Unfortunately, no amount of of downy goodness was going to drown out the couple since they were literally on the other side of his bedroom wall at this point.
“What did you say to me?!”
“I said don’t you fucking touch me!”
“Get over here and say that to my face, woman!”
“Get out. You’re drunk. Go back to the bar with your buddies!”
“Where’s my dinner!”
“I threw it out because it sat out until midnight! It’s seven o’clock in the morning you idiot!”
“I wouldn’t care if it was noon! You don’t throw out my dinner, woman! Now get into that damn kitchen and make me something to eat!”
“No! I’m going back to bed! Go make yourself your own damn food! I’m not doing it.”
“You’ll get back into that kitchen or I’ll drag you back in there!”
Okay, Kayn had had enough. It was far too early for this shit. He didn’t care who made who some food at this point, he just wanted both of his neighbors to shut the hell up so that he could go back to sleep. While thinking that it was definitely time to find a new place to live he got up out of bed with a groan and headed towards his bedroom door only to pause: he was naked. While he was still angry, there was no way he was just going to go charging over next doors with his bits and pieces hanging out: that would lead to some awkwardness he didn’t want to explain to the authorities later on. So, grumbling under his breath Kayn reached over and snatched a pair of shorts off the top of the pile of clean laundry still sitting in the basket on top of the chair; they were put on with haste before he unlocked his bedroom door and wrenched it open. As the neighbors started a new round of cursing and swearing at each other, yelling and stomping, Kayn stormed through his apartment and to the front door which was wrenched open with the same kind of quickness and force his bedroom door had been. From there he crossed the few feet to the next door neighbors door and raised a closed hand. Beating on the door with a fist he waited for someone to answer; when no one did right away he waited until there was a pause in the screeching, screaming, and cursing to do the same once again.
“Who the hell is it?! Go answer the fucking door, woman.”
“No! You go answer the door!”
With anger surging through him Kayn raised his fist and beat on the door once more. “Open. The. Door.”, he bit out, ensuring his voice was loud enough that both could hear it. He heard footsteps after a moments pause and then the door was opened slowly and hesitantly. Standing there in the doorway, peaking around the door with slightly fearful eyes was the lady of the house, behind her, craning his neck to see who was there was the drunken bastard who had started the whole ordeal in the first place – not that Kayn knew that for certain since he had been asleep when it had started, but it was a safe enough guess considering he never heard the female otherwise when it was just her that was home alone. Considering the woman got yelled at enough, and finding the man pathetic for basically hiding behind his wife and forcing her to answer the door, he lifted his left hand and wiggled his finger at the man in a ‘come here’ type gesture and motion. The man approached, pausing once he was standing right behind his wife; a good head taller than her. “I do not want to hear your mouth again, do you hear me? I am sick and tired of being woken up to your drunk ass starting a fight with her. In fact, I’m tired of hearing how you treat her, period. When she’s by herself I don’t hear anything at all, so before you start thinking to blame everything on her you need to rethink that little issue. You need to lay off the booze or move out and leave that lady alone. If I have to come over here one more time I’m going to hurt you… Now goodnight.” With that said Kayn reached forward, grasping the handle of their front door and pulling it shut, taking a moment to savor the fact that there was stunned silence on the other side instead of the yelling and cursing that had been going on before.
With a sigh Kayn turned and headed back into his own apartment, the door of which he had left open. He closed and locked the door behind himself, crossed through the kitchen and living room, and back into his bedroom – pausing to stop at the attached bathroom to relieve his bladder before stripping out of his shorts and falling face first back onto the bed. He thought it would take him a while to go back to sleep despite the fact that the neighbors were now completely silent simply because he was so pissed off, but soon enough sleep was claiming him and he was falling into a dream the likes of which nightmares were made of: “Seize him!”, the command was issued from a deep, throaty voice that had Kayn turning around and glancing behind him. The man giving the commands was masked and cloaked, much like those with him: five in total. In a wolf pack formation they moved in to follow the command they had been given, their leader bringing up the rear. Kayn didn’t remain still, though. he had no idea what they wanted with him but he wasn’t about to find out that easily. Knowing that the crowded market he was in would only slow him down he jumped onto a barrel, from there onto an awning, and then finally after a final jump onto the roof of a two story building. he took off like a bullet fired from a gun after that, running across the tops of different roofs, leaping and jumping over the gaps between the buildings, and scaling walls when he needed to move higher. Those chasing after him never slowed.
Kayn was fast, but they were faster… and there were so many.
He had made it roughly six blocks when he was seized from behind and found herself unable to move: not just out of physical restraint, but because of a technique him captor had immediately put into play to keep him from fighting him off. he found that at most he could move him eyes and open him mouth – which he used quite vulgarly the moment the leader of this little group stepped up in front of him, flanked by the others. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Release me this instant!”
His language gained him a response he hadn’t been expecting; a back hand to him face that was hard enough to have him ears ringing and him momentarily seeing stars. Unfortunately for him captors him warped mind immediately turned pain into pleasure, causing him to shake off the feeling with a relative quickness others would have not been so lucky to have. “I said get your fucking hands off of ---” him throat was seized in a vice like grip next, the hand holding it squeezing just enough to play keep away with him oxygen.
Leaning in to him face so that he could smell his rancid breath as he opened his mouth the leader of the group spoke, “Shut up and listen to me or I’ll kill you where you stand. You have been captured because there is a warrant for your arrest: you’ve been charged with the murders of twenty seven orphans in the fire you set last night. We are going to take you to prison where you will be held until our orders come in on how we’re to deal with you. If, on the way there you get mouthy, or try and escape? I’ll cut you down where you stand right then and there. Now, do you understand me?”
Kayn was red in the face from the lack of oxygen, and him head was spinning, by the time him captor finally released his hold on him throat. he gasped, drawing in much needed oxygen into him lungs and panting in the process. As soon as he could respond he did, “I understand, but I did not murder any children...”. Really, what chance he did have? The technique that had been used on him was keeping him from being unable to move, and considering him captors were all wearing masks it wasn’t like he could try mind fucking the whole lot of them into releasing him. No, if he wanted to survive whatever was about to happen to him then he was going to have to play along… and hope he came out the winner.
“I care not for the lies you speak, deviant. The proof is more than sufficient against you. Your lies will get you nowhere...” A black, thick hood was pulled over Kayn’s face before he could respond, a cord around the bottom tightened against him throat and tied until he couldn’t peak. The hood not only made it impossible to see out of, thus keeping him from seeing where it was he was being led, but it also effectively made it hard for him to breath which meant he couldn’t keep arguing him side if he wanted to keep conscious.
him captors were fast as they moved him, and even though Kayn tried to mentally map the directions they were going it proved difficult. Several times he was sure they doubled back, or went in a complete circle or figure eight just to keep the confusion up. In fact, with how long it took despite the fast pace at which they were moving Kayn found herself nearing unconsciousness from the lack of air under the hood: him face soaked in sweat which was beading down him face and drenching the neckline of the hood, several drips tickling the bridge of him nose as they hung them swaying from the movement until they too dripped down and drenched the thick cloth.
After what seemed like hours, but which was only twenty five minutes or so, him captors came to a stop with him and he heard the sound of steel slapping. Following this came a dank smell and a cold draft. There was a pause and then Kayn was dragged blindly forward several yards before the sound of steel slamming came once more, this time from behind him. Another steel door was opened in front of him followed by more dragging, and twists and turns as him captors led him down confusing hallways meant to further confuse and disorientate.
Finally just as unconsciousness started to claim him he found herself being thrown forward, where he landed sprawled – hands going out in front of him to break him fall as him body slapped into what was clearly concrete. Disorientated and confused he found herself unable to move as the hood was quickly untied and yanked forcefully off of him head, leaving a burning sensation on him ears as it was harshly tugged over them. Another slapping of steel came from near him feet and he finally turned herself over, blinking as him eyes adjusted from the darkness of the hood to the dim light around him.
Objects came into focus and he found herself staring at a very crude cell: a metal rectangle was bolted into the walls, clearly meant to be a bed due to the lumpy uncomfortable looking mattress upon it. A toilet, likewise made out of metal, was hidden behind a half wall for privacy with a sink on the other side. him cell door was a very thick sheet of nothing but steel with a tiny three by three square hole which had a piece of metal slid in front of it from the outside of the door so that he couldn’t see out of it. From the ceiling hung a single bulb on a thick wire, though there seemed to be no string for him to turn it on or off: clearly he didn’t control the lighting, they did.
Slowly getting herself up and off of the floor Kayn checked to ensure he was uninjured: there was nothing wrong with him, outside of being disheveled from rough handling, and bruises up around him arms where he had been physically held. With a sigh he looked around before backing up and over to the make shift bed, him knees giving out the moment they made contact with the metal. he placed him elbows on him knees, dropping him head into him hands. “How the fuck do I get myself out of this?”, Kayn would mutter beneath him breath, utterly stumped as to how he got herself into this situation. he hadn’t burned down an orphanage, and he certainly hadn’t murdered all of those children. Yet, him captor had said he had proof? Someone was framing him, and apparently they were doing a damn good job at it.
Rubbing him face and thinking that sulking over him situation was going to get him nowhere him years of training went into effect. he got back to him feet and for the next several hours paced him cell, memorizing every inch of it, checking every single inch of it for anything that was loose or that could give away. There was nothing. No bolts to be unscrewed, no metal to be honed into a weapon. No secret hole he could try and squeeze herself through. he was thoroughly and completely stuck in that cell.
For the next few following days Kayn kept searching though, kept looking for some way out. he tried figuring out the schedule of which the meals were brought, but there was no pattern – or perhaps the lack of a pattern was a pattern in and of itself.
The only thing that kept him sane was the thought of Daremo: the need to escape for him. he couldn’t leave him… he couldn’t do that to him. The very thought of it sickened him, but it also gave him motivation to continue – to keep looking. To keep trying for a way out: if not for herself then for him.
Outside of meals which were slid through a tray slot in the door he hadn’t noticed right away Kayn never got an actual visitor; no contact at all with the outside world beyond him cell. Therefore Kayn was quite surprised when during the ‘lights out’ period of time one evening him cell door was thrown open and a hood was quickly thrown over him face. Before he could struggle or attempt to escape the same technique used on him when he had first been captured was used once again and he found herself utterly paralyzed and incapable of movement. Kayn was then dragged out of him cell, noting it seemed to be only one person with the position in which he was being dragged, instead of a guard of them.
He wasn’t taken far before he blindly found herself in another room, him hands being surrounded with rope tied in an intricate knot. him arms were then hoisted up over him head, so high that he was forced to stand on the very tips of him toes least he be dangling in mid air. him shoulders would have been screaming in protest if it weren’t for the fact that him mind once more turned pain into pleasure: leaving only a pleasurable sensation as if he had just gotten a massage instead.
“So, it seems you’ve finally been sentenced… you’re going to die tomorrow night at sundown. Public too…” As the man spoke Kayn was aware that he was moving around the room, as well as the sound of a bolt being slid into place: had he just locked them in together? He could hear some items being shifted nearby, but couldn’t pin point from the noise what they were. Was he about to be tortured?
“You and I are going to have a bit of fun before you die… you see, I like hurting people, but it’s not often I get to do it. The prisoners complain if I torture them, and there’s always all these rules about having to treat them humanely. But you? You’ll be dead soon regardless, so it doesn’t matter.” A shiver ran up Kayn’s spine as he listened to his captors footsteps move away, indicating he was heading off somewhere else in the room. Silence followed, a silence that seemed to be drawn out and that lasted for forever – or rather only five minutes or so. Footsteps returned then, followed by a chuckle. The air stirred, indicating that his captor was circling around him, but no pain came as Kayn had been expecting: was his captor losing his nerve? Or was this part of the game he was playing?
It happened so fast then that Kayn hadn’t been expecting it. Something small but wicked sharp sliced along the left side of his torso, causing a sting and a trickle he knew to be blood flowing. One slice after another came, each one causing the same sting, the same trickle. It wasn’t until a sharp sharp jab to his back did the dream fade to black...
With another startle Kayn woke up, finding not a knife being plunged into his back as it had been in his dream, but rather his new pet kitten kneading on him. “Gah, getcho fluffy butt off of me...”, Kayn growled, not having the heart to pick up and throw the kitten as he would have anything else that was ‘attacking’ him in such a manner. Reaching behind himself he plucked the kitten up, bringing the little bundle of fur up by his face and glaring at it. The kitten, completely unperturbed by it, simply meowed at him and pawed at his nose. “You want food?” The kitten meowed again, purring. “Ugh. Fine… I’ll go spoil you in a minute. Run along and play somewhere...” The kitten meowed again and Kayn frowned, “Don’t you back talk me...”, he grumbled, chuckling at himself and his own lunacy. God, he was having a conversation with a cat, and responding to a cats meowing – he was almost as crazy as those silly Inuzuka – then again, they really could talk to their dogs so maybe he wasn’t. Was that his fate? He would become the cat whisperer.
Shaking his head at his own crazy self he rolled over onto his back and stretched out with a groan, noticing for the first time all morning that his blankets and sheets were not on the bed with him. Lifting his head up he saw them littered upon the ground where he had apparently kicked them all off: was that before or after his horrible nightmare? With a groan he shifted on the bed so that his legs were hanging off the side of the bed, feet barely brushing the floor that was pleasantly cool for once instead of too hot or too cold. With the air from the fan hitting him it was enough to help push him more awake, and as Kayn sat there he thought over exactly what he wanted to do for the day: a shower and breakfast were a must, and he also wanted to get some sort of training done at some point in the day – even though he was fairly sore from the bout of training he had done just the day prior, he also wanted to grab up a newspaper and start looking for another place to live – he might have scared the shit out of his neighbors and caused them to be quiet for now but it wouldn’t stop the next episode from happening as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
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The individual on the bed was fast asleep; utterly oblivious to the glorious quietness of the house save for the random creaks of floorboards that were all too natural. Or rather, it was quiet until the next door neighbors began fighting for the third time in the past twenty for hours. The drunken bastard of a husband had come back from a mission – a fallen from grace shinobi who couldn’t get a job or mission worth anything anymore because he spent his time more often than not drunk, but whom could not admit when it was time to just finally hang up his hat
Through the muffled walls that divided Kayn’s apartment from the drunken bastards, who was now storming down the hallway and toward the bedroom, came a reply too soft and muffled to understand. Whatever the ‘woman’ as known as the drunks wife, had responded with however caused a bellow of rage to leave the drunk that had Kayn twitching in his sleep: the only saving grace being the fan that was still continuing to run, helping to blend the rage of the drunk with the rest of the background noise: chances were it wasn’t going to last though.
“You stupid, fucking bitch! What did you say to me?! Come here! I’ll teach you to talk like that!” The response to the bellow was a loud scream; piercing even the walls and far louder than the fan. Instead of just twitching Kayn jumped this time, startled, and awoke with a start. Lifting his head up off of the pillow and blinking into the darkness around him – black out curtains for the win – as he laid on his stomach he tried to pin point exactly what had awoken him.
“Get back here! Don’t you run away from me!” Kayn blinked at the screaming, wondering why he was being yelled at since he was, in fact, not running anywhere and was still very much sprawled out on his stomach. However, the next scream followed by fast thundering footsteps answered his question and helped to give him some much needed grounding as to what was going on: the neighbors were fighting again, and from the slurred speech the bastard had spent the night drinking and had likely just woken his wife up for one reason or another in his stupidity and rage. With a groan Kayn grabbed his pillow, moving it out from underneath of his face and bringing it up and over his head; squeezing the sides down around his ears in an attempt to drown the couple out as the wife now began to scream back and yell profanities just the same as the drunken shinobi was. Unfortunately, no amount of of downy goodness was going to drown out the couple since they were literally on the other side of his bedroom wall at this point.
“What did you say to me?!”
“I said don’t you fucking touch me!”
“Get over here and say that to my face, woman!”
“Get out. You’re drunk. Go back to the bar with your buddies!”
“Where’s my dinner!”
“I threw it out because it sat out until midnight! It’s seven o’clock in the morning you idiot!”
“I wouldn’t care if it was noon! You don’t throw out my dinner, woman! Now get into that damn kitchen and make me something to eat!”
“No! I’m going back to bed! Go make yourself your own damn food! I’m not doing it.”
“You’ll get back into that kitchen or I’ll drag you back in there!”
Okay, Kayn had had enough. It was far too early for this shit. He didn’t care who made who some food at this point, he just wanted both of his neighbors to shut the hell up so that he could go back to sleep. While thinking that it was definitely time to find a new place to live he got up out of bed with a groan and headed towards his bedroom door only to pause: he was naked. While he was still angry, there was no way he was just going to go charging over next doors with his bits and pieces hanging out: that would lead to some awkwardness he didn’t want to explain to the authorities later on. So, grumbling under his breath Kayn reached over and snatched a pair of shorts off the top of the pile of clean laundry still sitting in the basket on top of the chair; they were put on with haste before he unlocked his bedroom door and wrenched it open. As the neighbors started a new round of cursing and swearing at each other, yelling and stomping, Kayn stormed through his apartment and to the front door which was wrenched open with the same kind of quickness and force his bedroom door had been. From there he crossed the few feet to the next door neighbors door and raised a closed hand. Beating on the door with a fist he waited for someone to answer; when no one did right away he waited until there was a pause in the screeching, screaming, and cursing to do the same once again.
“Who the hell is it?! Go answer the fucking door, woman.”
“No! You go answer the door!”
With anger surging through him Kayn raised his fist and beat on the door once more. “Open. The. Door.”, he bit out, ensuring his voice was loud enough that both could hear it. He heard footsteps after a moments pause and then the door was opened slowly and hesitantly. Standing there in the doorway, peaking around the door with slightly fearful eyes was the lady of the house, behind her, craning his neck to see who was there was the drunken bastard who had started the whole ordeal in the first place – not that Kayn knew that for certain since he had been asleep when it had started, but it was a safe enough guess considering he never heard the female otherwise when it was just her that was home alone. Considering the woman got yelled at enough, and finding the man pathetic for basically hiding behind his wife and forcing her to answer the door, he lifted his left hand and wiggled his finger at the man in a ‘come here’ type gesture and motion. The man approached, pausing once he was standing right behind his wife; a good head taller than her. “I do not want to hear your mouth again, do you hear me? I am sick and tired of being woken up to your drunk ass starting a fight with her. In fact, I’m tired of hearing how you treat her, period. When she’s by herself I don’t hear anything at all, so before you start thinking to blame everything on her you need to rethink that little issue. You need to lay off the booze or move out and leave that lady alone. If I have to come over here one more time I’m going to hurt you… Now goodnight.” With that said Kayn reached forward, grasping the handle of their front door and pulling it shut, taking a moment to savor the fact that there was stunned silence on the other side instead of the yelling and cursing that had been going on before.
With a sigh Kayn turned and headed back into his own apartment, the door of which he had left open. He closed and locked the door behind himself, crossed through the kitchen and living room, and back into his bedroom – pausing to stop at the attached bathroom to relieve his bladder before stripping out of his shorts and falling face first back onto the bed. He thought it would take him a while to go back to sleep despite the fact that the neighbors were now completely silent simply because he was so pissed off, but soon enough sleep was claiming him and he was falling into a dream the likes of which nightmares were made of: “Seize him!”, the command was issued from a deep, throaty voice that had Kayn turning around and glancing behind him. The man giving the commands was masked and cloaked, much like those with him: five in total. In a wolf pack formation they moved in to follow the command they had been given, their leader bringing up the rear. Kayn didn’t remain still, though. he had no idea what they wanted with him but he wasn’t about to find out that easily. Knowing that the crowded market he was in would only slow him down he jumped onto a barrel, from there onto an awning, and then finally after a final jump onto the roof of a two story building. he took off like a bullet fired from a gun after that, running across the tops of different roofs, leaping and jumping over the gaps between the buildings, and scaling walls when he needed to move higher. Those chasing after him never slowed.
Kayn was fast, but they were faster… and there were so many.
He had made it roughly six blocks when he was seized from behind and found herself unable to move: not just out of physical restraint, but because of a technique him captor had immediately put into play to keep him from fighting him off. he found that at most he could move him eyes and open him mouth – which he used quite vulgarly the moment the leader of this little group stepped up in front of him, flanked by the others. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Release me this instant!”
His language gained him a response he hadn’t been expecting; a back hand to him face that was hard enough to have him ears ringing and him momentarily seeing stars. Unfortunately for him captors him warped mind immediately turned pain into pleasure, causing him to shake off the feeling with a relative quickness others would have not been so lucky to have. “I said get your fucking hands off of ---” him throat was seized in a vice like grip next, the hand holding it squeezing just enough to play keep away with him oxygen.
Leaning in to him face so that he could smell his rancid breath as he opened his mouth the leader of the group spoke, “Shut up and listen to me or I’ll kill you where you stand. You have been captured because there is a warrant for your arrest: you’ve been charged with the murders of twenty seven orphans in the fire you set last night. We are going to take you to prison where you will be held until our orders come in on how we’re to deal with you. If, on the way there you get mouthy, or try and escape? I’ll cut you down where you stand right then and there. Now, do you understand me?”
Kayn was red in the face from the lack of oxygen, and him head was spinning, by the time him captor finally released his hold on him throat. he gasped, drawing in much needed oxygen into him lungs and panting in the process. As soon as he could respond he did, “I understand, but I did not murder any children...”. Really, what chance he did have? The technique that had been used on him was keeping him from being unable to move, and considering him captors were all wearing masks it wasn’t like he could try mind fucking the whole lot of them into releasing him. No, if he wanted to survive whatever was about to happen to him then he was going to have to play along… and hope he came out the winner.
“I care not for the lies you speak, deviant. The proof is more than sufficient against you. Your lies will get you nowhere...” A black, thick hood was pulled over Kayn’s face before he could respond, a cord around the bottom tightened against him throat and tied until he couldn’t peak. The hood not only made it impossible to see out of, thus keeping him from seeing where it was he was being led, but it also effectively made it hard for him to breath which meant he couldn’t keep arguing him side if he wanted to keep conscious.
him captors were fast as they moved him, and even though Kayn tried to mentally map the directions they were going it proved difficult. Several times he was sure they doubled back, or went in a complete circle or figure eight just to keep the confusion up. In fact, with how long it took despite the fast pace at which they were moving Kayn found herself nearing unconsciousness from the lack of air under the hood: him face soaked in sweat which was beading down him face and drenching the neckline of the hood, several drips tickling the bridge of him nose as they hung them swaying from the movement until they too dripped down and drenched the thick cloth.
After what seemed like hours, but which was only twenty five minutes or so, him captors came to a stop with him and he heard the sound of steel slapping. Following this came a dank smell and a cold draft. There was a pause and then Kayn was dragged blindly forward several yards before the sound of steel slamming came once more, this time from behind him. Another steel door was opened in front of him followed by more dragging, and twists and turns as him captors led him down confusing hallways meant to further confuse and disorientate.
Finally just as unconsciousness started to claim him he found herself being thrown forward, where he landed sprawled – hands going out in front of him to break him fall as him body slapped into what was clearly concrete. Disorientated and confused he found herself unable to move as the hood was quickly untied and yanked forcefully off of him head, leaving a burning sensation on him ears as it was harshly tugged over them. Another slapping of steel came from near him feet and he finally turned herself over, blinking as him eyes adjusted from the darkness of the hood to the dim light around him.
Objects came into focus and he found herself staring at a very crude cell: a metal rectangle was bolted into the walls, clearly meant to be a bed due to the lumpy uncomfortable looking mattress upon it. A toilet, likewise made out of metal, was hidden behind a half wall for privacy with a sink on the other side. him cell door was a very thick sheet of nothing but steel with a tiny three by three square hole which had a piece of metal slid in front of it from the outside of the door so that he couldn’t see out of it. From the ceiling hung a single bulb on a thick wire, though there seemed to be no string for him to turn it on or off: clearly he didn’t control the lighting, they did.
Slowly getting herself up and off of the floor Kayn checked to ensure he was uninjured: there was nothing wrong with him, outside of being disheveled from rough handling, and bruises up around him arms where he had been physically held. With a sigh he looked around before backing up and over to the make shift bed, him knees giving out the moment they made contact with the metal. he placed him elbows on him knees, dropping him head into him hands. “How the fuck do I get myself out of this?”, Kayn would mutter beneath him breath, utterly stumped as to how he got herself into this situation. he hadn’t burned down an orphanage, and he certainly hadn’t murdered all of those children. Yet, him captor had said he had proof? Someone was framing him, and apparently they were doing a damn good job at it.
Rubbing him face and thinking that sulking over him situation was going to get him nowhere him years of training went into effect. he got back to him feet and for the next several hours paced him cell, memorizing every inch of it, checking every single inch of it for anything that was loose or that could give away. There was nothing. No bolts to be unscrewed, no metal to be honed into a weapon. No secret hole he could try and squeeze herself through. he was thoroughly and completely stuck in that cell.
For the next few following days Kayn kept searching though, kept looking for some way out. he tried figuring out the schedule of which the meals were brought, but there was no pattern – or perhaps the lack of a pattern was a pattern in and of itself.
The only thing that kept him sane was the thought of Daremo: the need to escape for him. he couldn’t leave him… he couldn’t do that to him. The very thought of it sickened him, but it also gave him motivation to continue – to keep looking. To keep trying for a way out: if not for herself then for him.
Outside of meals which were slid through a tray slot in the door he hadn’t noticed right away Kayn never got an actual visitor; no contact at all with the outside world beyond him cell. Therefore Kayn was quite surprised when during the ‘lights out’ period of time one evening him cell door was thrown open and a hood was quickly thrown over him face. Before he could struggle or attempt to escape the same technique used on him when he had first been captured was used once again and he found herself utterly paralyzed and incapable of movement. Kayn was then dragged out of him cell, noting it seemed to be only one person with the position in which he was being dragged, instead of a guard of them.
He wasn’t taken far before he blindly found herself in another room, him hands being surrounded with rope tied in an intricate knot. him arms were then hoisted up over him head, so high that he was forced to stand on the very tips of him toes least he be dangling in mid air. him shoulders would have been screaming in protest if it weren’t for the fact that him mind once more turned pain into pleasure: leaving only a pleasurable sensation as if he had just gotten a massage instead.
“So, it seems you’ve finally been sentenced… you’re going to die tomorrow night at sundown. Public too…” As the man spoke Kayn was aware that he was moving around the room, as well as the sound of a bolt being slid into place: had he just locked them in together? He could hear some items being shifted nearby, but couldn’t pin point from the noise what they were. Was he about to be tortured?
“You and I are going to have a bit of fun before you die… you see, I like hurting people, but it’s not often I get to do it. The prisoners complain if I torture them, and there’s always all these rules about having to treat them humanely. But you? You’ll be dead soon regardless, so it doesn’t matter.” A shiver ran up Kayn’s spine as he listened to his captors footsteps move away, indicating he was heading off somewhere else in the room. Silence followed, a silence that seemed to be drawn out and that lasted for forever – or rather only five minutes or so. Footsteps returned then, followed by a chuckle. The air stirred, indicating that his captor was circling around him, but no pain came as Kayn had been expecting: was his captor losing his nerve? Or was this part of the game he was playing?
It happened so fast then that Kayn hadn’t been expecting it. Something small but wicked sharp sliced along the left side of his torso, causing a sting and a trickle he knew to be blood flowing. One slice after another came, each one causing the same sting, the same trickle. It wasn’t until a sharp sharp jab to his back did the dream fade to black...
With another startle Kayn woke up, finding not a knife being plunged into his back as it had been in his dream, but rather his new pet kitten kneading on him. “Gah, getcho fluffy butt off of me...”, Kayn growled, not having the heart to pick up and throw the kitten as he would have anything else that was ‘attacking’ him in such a manner. Reaching behind himself he plucked the kitten up, bringing the little bundle of fur up by his face and glaring at it. The kitten, completely unperturbed by it, simply meowed at him and pawed at his nose. “You want food?” The kitten meowed again, purring. “Ugh. Fine… I’ll go spoil you in a minute. Run along and play somewhere...” The kitten meowed again and Kayn frowned, “Don’t you back talk me...”, he grumbled, chuckling at himself and his own lunacy. God, he was having a conversation with a cat, and responding to a cats meowing – he was almost as crazy as those silly Inuzuka – then again, they really could talk to their dogs so maybe he wasn’t. Was that his fate? He would become the cat whisperer.
Shaking his head at his own crazy self he rolled over onto his back and stretched out with a groan, noticing for the first time all morning that his blankets and sheets were not on the bed with him. Lifting his head up he saw them littered upon the ground where he had apparently kicked them all off: was that before or after his horrible nightmare? With a groan he shifted on the bed so that his legs were hanging off the side of the bed, feet barely brushing the floor that was pleasantly cool for once instead of too hot or too cold. With the air from the fan hitting him it was enough to help push him more awake, and as Kayn sat there he thought over exactly what he wanted to do for the day: a shower and breakfast were a must, and he also wanted to get some sort of training done at some point in the day – even though he was fairly sore from the bout of training he had done just the day prior, he also wanted to grab up a newspaper and start looking for another place to live – he might have scared the shit out of his neighbors and caused them to be quiet for now but it wouldn’t stop the next episode from happening as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
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