DSC: Human Nature

First Judgment: Condemned

He ran as fast as he could, swerving in and out of the way of trees. His blond hair brushed against his eyes and trailed behind him. His pale skin was being slapped and scraped by the out reaching branches of the ancient trees and bushes, ripping at his clothes. His breathing was heavy and his body hurt. The shackles that circled his ankles dug into the tough skin and carved a ring into his flesh.

His pursuers raced after him and began to close the distance between them. Their chains and spears sounded loudly as they scraped against their metal belts and breastplates. Shining in, the little rays of sunlight that escaped through the thick leaves and onto the forest floor, illuminated the chase in the late afternoon.

He continued running. Blue eyes swept across the autumn floor looking for salvation. A freedom that did not exist. He wanted a way out. He needed to be saved or spared. Yet the only thought that ran through his mind was Tsunami. She was the leader of this human clan. How could she let this happen? She was understanding. If she knew what was going on she would let him go. Wouldn’t she? If so, then why was he being hunted for a crime he was not guilty of? A crime that was not his own, but theirs.

A sudden cry escaped his mouth as he fell to the ground. The realization of what had happened sank in and he reached for the spear that dug deep into his shoulder and came out the opposite side that it went in. his fingers curled around the tip of the weapon and jerked it to the side, breaking off the metal point. Blood lubricated the wooden stick as he quickly worked to pull the damned thing out. He propped himself on one elbow and with the other hand ripped the intruding item from his flesh. Another pained cry escaped him. Quickly as he could manage, the blonde stood, leaving a small puddle of blood where he had fallen, and began to run again.

His feet refused to carry him as fast as they had before. The blonde’s right shoulder, where he was hit, was limp and useless. Though bloody and sore, he carried on refusing to give up to the likes of these men. Yet mere moments seemed to last an eternity as his vision blurred and his body grew weak. The trees and shadows seemed to reach out to kill him. Even the sun’s rays wanted to destroy him by setting him aflame.

His bones ached and his eyelids became heavy. It wasn’t just to wound me, he thought. It was poisoned. His mind became disorganized and the blue orbs that glimmered began to go away. His breathing became shallow and his lungs constricted in on him. A sharp pain shot through his side and his legs, not able to support him anymore, gave way.

The ground, rocky and rough, rushed up to meet him. His body fell and an endless ringing echoed in his pointy ears. Gravel scraped the fair skin on his face. Sharp sticks pierced his skin and broke under his weight.

The sound of nearing footsteps reached his ears. Brown leather dirty boots filled his vision and proceeded nearer and nearer. Not but a few feet away did they stop from reaching him. He closed his eyes, no longer able to bear the pain of burning sensations that over flowed within his body. His throat constricted as choked words escaped his mouth, “What…do you…want?”

No answer came. Only the sound of rattling chains replied what he needed to hear.

Cold metal touched his skin, causing him to flinch. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that the smooth round objects being clasped to his wrists were shackles. Some one jerked on the shackles that were already on his raw ankles. He felt new chains being attached to the small rings on the larger objects.

Smooth fingers clenched around a wooden object. The blonde opened his eyes to see that he still held the spear firmly in his hand. With the strength still left in his weakened body, he thrust the broken stick into the closest live opposing person he could find. A pained cry echoed through the thickness of the trees and bounced from mountain wall to mountain wall, carrying for miles. The last thing the blue orbs saw was a large boot nearing him quickly before his eyes closed and all thought was gone, leaving him in the empty darkness of his mind.

~The thoughts and fears inside us all…a breaking shadow the dark can call~

Wetness. There was something wet touching the delicate skin of his face. It dripped in a constant rhythm that counted out the passing moments. The dripping seemed to continue forever, refusing to allow his eyes to open and his mind to awaken from its endless slumber. Yet it did provide comfort in not allowing him to gaze at whatever atrocious place he was in now.

The dampness that now tingled his skin brought forth some feeling of awareness. At least with that he knew that he was alive and not rotting in some hole. He could still be though. Was it better to decompose while still alive or to have died already? No, life is too important to throw away even at the threat of such great pain.

His eyes slowly opened. They gazed upon the disgust that filled the dark, damp, vile room. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling. Feces lay scattered and shoved into corners. The smell or rotting and burnt flesh filled the air and killed the senses. Only fragments of light that crept through the bar doors allowed one to see the filth that was smelt.

Feeling finally returned to his arms and he realized that they were bound by cold steel and held high above his head. His legs lay limp on the floor, too pained and weak to move. Every nerve in his body began to awaken. His eyes focused on those who were in his Hell. There were four others in the same cell. They weren’t bound though.

“Where…am I?” The blonde’s voice was shaky and broken. His throat was dry and the mere motion of speaking wanted to make him vomit. Slowly he closed his eyes so that the pain in his head might subside a little.

The silhouettes in the dimly lit room began to move. They approached hi sluggishly as though just learning to walk. Each footstep echoed lightly with the sound of bare feet on stone. His pointy ears twitched slightly as each sound rang in the still hollow. The vibrations that carried through the air were so clear to him. His ears twitched again and this time heard the sound even closer.

Then the sound stopped. They had ceased their walking and stood still. For long moments the blonde stood there, chained to his wall, and listened to different sounds coming from the others. They were snickering about something. Suddenly he felt a hand run through his hair. Instinctively he pulled away. The voice laughed lightly and once again the hand ran through his blond locks. This time he didn’t pull away but waited to see what they would do. Another hand was placed on his bare sides. Fingertips raked down lightly, seeming to map out his body. Blue eyes shot open and ignoring the pain he stared in fright. When the men touching him saw the fright on the blonde’s face they smirked and continued feeling his body. Hands kept traveling lower and lower until they hooked on his pants. With a quick jerk, they pooled at his feet.

“What do you want?” All movement stopped and the hands that had been on his body left. His eyes looked up to see the biggest of them walk up. He was a monster of a man with a muscular build, broad shoulders and chest, and arms that looked like tree trunks. “What?” he asked again.

No answer came as he walked over and pulled the blonde’s boxers down, leaving the young man completely exposed. The giant’s eyes glistened with lust as he looked the boy up and down. He had a lithe but lean frame, pale skin, and a very interesting set of legs. From the thigh down, his legs were a deep black color. They were gargoyle legs. The man smirked and jerked the chains that bound his feet. He managed to rip some of the chain’s length from the walls so that the blonde could now move his legs but was still bound. Then he loosened his own pants and pulled out his already hard member. Eyes glistened with desire as the monstrous man jerked up his legs and placed them around his hips. The blonde gasped in surprise and screamed when the man pushed his erection into the boy’s tight body in a single hard motion. Without mercy, the older man started thrusting in and out—smiling to himself when blood began to lubricate his movements.

Tears fell from blue eyes. Again and again the blonde screamed as he was torn apart from the inside. He looked away from his rapist and saw another man walking towards him. The man jumped up and grabbed some chains that were on the ceiling. Then he placed his feet on the blonde’s shoulders and squatted down. He unfastened his pants and forced his member into the boy’s mouth when he screamed. A sadistic smile spread across the man’s face. “Start sucking,” he said.

The blonde was too frightened to try anything. He knew that if he disobeyed they would do much worse things to him. Tears continued to fall from his eyes as he started to suck on the flesh in his mouth. He bobbed his head as much as he could, being pinned against the wall by the man’s body, and drove his tongue in and out of the slit. The blonde had to fight the urge to bite down when the person thrusting into him started to move faster. Scream after scream was torn from his throat. The man on top of him bucked his hips and moaned as the vibrations from the blonde’s screams sent waves of strong sensations through his body. He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. The man thrust as hard as he could into the mouth and finally released his seeds down the young man’s throat, forcing him to swallow. More and more tears fell from blue eyes as he was continuously thrust into. He watched the man on his shoulders jump down and walk away, leaving the other thrusting in and out of his weak body. For minutes after the violation on his mouth he was still being fucked hard, blood now dripping down his thighs and pooling on the floor. His assailant thrust in one last time and shot his semen deep within the tight entrance of the blonde.

The man stepped away and the blonde fell to the ground in his own blood. Tears were still falling from his eyes but he fought the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. Blue orbs looked down at his beaten body. Both blood and sperm was flowing from within him. Footsteps began to sound in the cell gain. Laughs omitted from the disgusting mouths of the four men. The blonde looked at them with an emotionless face, streaks of tears running down his cheeks. They all looked back at him. Filthy grins were plastered on their faces. “What,” the young man in chains coughed out, “do you want?”

“We want you to scream,” said the man that had raped him.

All four men walked up to him and began to place their hands all over his body. He was too weak to fight it. The night passed that way. They all took turns taking him—one after the other. When they finally did get bored with him, he was left to sit in his own blood and their semen. His entrance was raw and the rest of his body violated. Bruises made themselves known on his hips and waist where they had gripped, held, and buried their nails during climax. His throat was also soar. He had screamed for hours and cried until he had no tears left. Now he was weak and tired. The blonde didn’t have then strength to move or think. Yet, even now with all the abuse that had he gone this single night alone, the name of the Empress still rang in his ears. He wanted to see her. He wanted to speak with her. He understood that these humans were under her rule. The blonde wasn’t angry at Tsunami. All that was present in his thoughts was why. She would never let this happen so why were they doing this? Blue orbs shut. The blonde felt the pain but ignored it as his mind retreated to a solitary darkness that would shelter him from this nightmare.

~Soul existence never wrong…childish innocence in a pleading song~

He awoke to the sounds of bars being struck. Slowly his blue eyes opened. Looking around the room he saw that the four men that had raped him were now bound and by the way they bled obviously were beaten. His gaze fell on the guards that stood before him. They looked his body up and down, obviously fascinated and disgusted at the same time. Crimson stained his legs and the ground that he hung on. Bruises of blue, black, and purple were visible on his skin. His eyes were red and wet trails lined his face from crying. Yet with all that happened to him, his beauty was intact. Behind the filth was still fair pale skin and silky soft blond locks. Even his eyes after so much degrading were still glowing with an opposing fire that showed his determination to live.

One of the guards walked up to him and looked at all the marks and damage on his body. “Looks like they had fun with the animal last night.” He snickered and opened the locks on the blonde’s shackles. Being as weak as he was, the young man fell to floor after his only support was taken away. His blue eyes closed and his limp body pooled on the floor. The guard that was releasing him grabbed the blonde’s arm and kept him from completely falling. “Shit! They really did a number on him. Fuck, we were told to keep him alive. He won’t live through this!”

The other guard came over and knelt beside the fair skinned boy. He turned the limp body over and checked for a pulse. It was weak but there. After his legs were released they carried his body out of the cell and into the bathroom. There they cleaned him up and fitted him with a pair of pants. He couldn’t show up in the trials looking like a common dog. Regardless of what vermin was to be prosecuted, it was the worst of offenses to step into such a holy place with the impression of a beaten animal. After an hour of work the blonde was ready to stand trial—if he would ever wake up. In such an energy less state it seemed as though he would sleep for a thousand years. Whatever state his mind and body were in he would still have to be judged by the full force of the law for his transgressions.

An endless blanket of darkness shrouded his mind and kept the pain away. For hours it seemed as though he would spend the rest of his life in his isolated salvation. Many thoughts raced inside the few fragments of his mind that did not slumber. None of them made any sense or had any reason for existing. The blonde knew that something was being done to his body, but as to what didn’t matter. All his weakened soul wanted to do was crawl into a hole that wasn’t real and wait to be saved or found. A strong smell invaded his nose and his eyes snapped open. He was in a bathroom, the two guards from before holding him up.

“Hey! You awake yet?” one of them asked.

The half gargoyle nodded his head, his mouth too dry to speak.

“Give him some water,” the other guard said.

The blonde was placed on a chair and handed a glass of water. He drank it slowly though wanted to just chug it down. He hadn’t the energy to drink so if he tried to swallow too fast he would choke and die. “Where…am,” he tried to speak even though his throat was completely torn, “I?”

The guard who had given him the water smiled in satisfaction. “So then, you will pull through?” No answer came from the blonde as he quietly sipped his water. “We’re just cleaning you up a bit before heading over to the court.”

“Court?” The young man finished his water and handed the glass back to the older man. “Thank you.”

“How strange,” the guard looked at the glass and then back at the prisoner, “for a freak you’re well mannered.”

The older of the two men looked up at the other who was washing the glass out in the sink. He snaked an arm around the blonde to keep him from falling off the chair. This kid is really messed up, he thought. He’s a good-looking guy and we threw him in there with those animals. The guard sat beside the young man and let him lean on his shoulder. “I don’t get it,” he said to the other.

“What’s that?” The guard looked at the two sitting down.

“He’s just a kid. What did he do?”

“Hmm…don’t know. But obviously it was pretty bad if all the elders are showing up for the trial.”

“I,” they heard the blonde’s soft voice, “am guilty of protecting what is mine. But that doesn’t make me a criminal.”

Both guards stared at him, not understanding his words. “Then why are you here?” the younger of the guards asked.

Blue eyes gazed up in an emotionless manner. His face was a snow pale color and his blond hair made the color of his skin stand out even more. “Because I’m not human…”

~A life, a day now gone and old…breathing creation so very cold~

His wrists were handcuffed together and his legs were bound by a short chain, making it hard to even walk. The guards that had cleaned and clothed him were now walking with him a he was sworn into the courtroom. They hadn’t understood the meaning of his words in the bathroom. That was fine though. Humans were simple minded and frightened. They didn’t understand the nature of the world outside of their own lives. A conceded race with no purpose or means of protecting it, these apes shouldn’t even be allowed to live. Eyes gazed up as they stopped in front of the table where all the elders were seated. Together, there were twelve old farts in brown robes. Each one appeared as though they were about to die. How in the world could people like that be given the power to condemn? The thought was quite unfounded and once again another display of human stupidity made the blonde wonder why. Why would Tsunami have fought to save them?

The old men whispered amongst themselves, gossiping and showing their disgust for the blonde. Regardless of how low they spoke, the young man’s ears could hear for miles away. Finally the talk died down and their uneasiness subsided to a more professional manner. They motioned to the guards to step away and leave the criminal to stand on his own. The blonde was still very weak and couldn’t stand that well without support. But he had to prove that he would not stand down because of any ailments. With a look of defiance on his face, he stood tall and smirked—bearing fangs that no one had seen.

All of the elders looked at the creature before them in horror. How could somebody that was about to be sentenced to death possibly smirk like that? How insolent of him to even dare look at us in such a degrading manner. Then one of them composed himself and spoke, “Do you know why you’re here?”

All emotions disappeared from fair features. His once soft blue eyes were now stone cold and the innocence that was apparent on his face vanished. “Yes,” he said venomously.

“You will control your manner of speaking when in our presence, animal!” One of the old men almost shouted, pointing a finger at the blonde.

“Hmph! Maybe you’re the one that should show some respect. I bet you don’t even know who I am.” A smirk crossed his face and blue eyes softened a bit.

The guards in the room looked at the kid and then at each other. The young man had balls—that was for sure. But was he trying to prove something or just anger the elders? Back in the dungeon he had been so weak and looked like a pure child. Now he showed a backbone even though he hadn’t the strength for it. He was somehow summoning energy to make his last moments alive worth while. “Is he nuts?”

“How dare you!” another elder hissed. “Your identity is of little importance. How preposterous that your tongue has been allowed to stay in your mouth.”

“That is enough!” An old man with a deep voice stood from amongst the elders. He was more than likely the highest in rank. “All of you will remain silent until spoken to. Now young man,” he waved a hand at the blonde, “give us reason not to throw you in the dungeon for the rest of your life. You claim that you’re innocent—defend your plea.”

For a few moments the half gargoyle remained silent. He had compelling arguments and many facts that could uphold his innocence. But none of it would have made a difference. He could explain this to them and give a hundred different stories—wouldn’t help though. The only reason that they even asked him for his point of view was to humor him as standard procedure. Why even bother, he thought. They already decided for themselves that he was guilty. He would surely be sentenced to death, with a fitting punishment beforehand. “I could speak the truth or lie. Doesn’t matter though. But I have nothing to say to any of you.”

“If that is your choice,” his deep voice echoed in the acoustic room. “Under violations of the Supreme Council’s law, you have been found guilty. By the power bestowed on us we will prosecute you under the full force of the law. You will be punished accordingly for the transgressions against all the people you’ve injured but not killed. In a half day’s time after punishment, you will be sentenced to death. That is our judgment and may Kami-sama have mercy on your soul!”

~So much is justice that isn’t found…forgiving darkness with guilty sound~

The blonde stood in the courtyard of the courtroom, in the open where a crowd had begun to gather. His torture was to be a public example of entertainment. They wanted all these dirty humans to see him suffer. Four guards carried a slab of stone over to where the young man stood. They placed the object down and it slid neatly into a groove in the concrete ground. The blonde gazed at all the people gathering and displayed no emotions. He wasn’t scared. He was not going to pray for his life. All this display or aggression was had to be a way to make him beg for forgiveness. Wasn’t gonna happen.

The twelve elders stepped out of the building and took their seats on the side of the crowd. Each one had a smug look on his face. They smiled all the more when the gathering of spectators grew larger. One of them spoke to an officer and he and another guard disappeared for a moment. They came back with a table that had many different torture devices: whips, chains, clubs, hammers, and other assortments. A sickening looked crossed the blonde’s face and the next thing he knew he was bent over and slammed face first into the slab. The guards pulled chains from the ground and bound the young man. His wrists and legs were chained. A chain was slung over his back so that movement was impossible. “Now,” the elder with the deep voice spoke, “you will be punished as we see fit.” The crowd fell silent and everyone waited to see what would happen.

Blue eyes looked up as much as they could. From his position all that could be seen was the front of the crowd and all the geezers. The people were getting restless and some were pointing at something out of his sight. He could only imagine what kind of weapon was chosen to strike his fair skin. Most likely the most painful and atrocious was picked. For brief moments nothing came yet the crowd was still gasping in horror. When finally he heard footsteps approach he braced himself for what was to come—yet nothing could have prepared him for the tremendous pain. “You gonna beat me or admire my ass all day?” The blonde was determined not to show fear. As such, he cast aside his kindness to act as the rebel that he wasn’t.

When the first crack came all he could do was scream. An ear-shattering noise that was ripped from his already raw throat echoed through the colony. A serge of pain ran across his back. People that crowded around gasped at the sight of the beating and the fangs that were bore during his constant screams. Again and again the pain stung his back, arms, and shoulders. It ripped at his flesh and drew blood. Once when they swung the weapon too far it fell across his throat and even tore into his cheek. His eyes caught a glimpse of the weapon that was striking him. It was a leather whip with big hooks tied to the ends. Every time the object came down it cut lines into his back. Agonizing minutes passed and hundreds of wounds burned down his body. Red painted the ground around and splattered on the audience that was within reach. Then once more the whip came down and buried itself within his skin. A tremendous scream unlike anything they had ever heard emitted from the young man. When the guard tried to pull the whip from the blonde’s body it wouldn’t budge. So the guard pulled harder and harder until a chunk of flesh was torn out from his back and the whip was finally free. The half gargoyle opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. All the pain inflicted and blood lost stole his voice.

The crowd stirred uneasily, both enjoying and dreading the beating of the young man. No one knew why he was being tortured. No one really cared. These people who had been spared by a demon hadn’t the courage to object any decisions made by the elders—the only ones that really remembered what it was like to be slaves of the Mythical Creatures. A figure in a black cloak walked up behind all the humans to see what the cause of all the commotion was. A cry of bloody pain sounded and cut through the distance like lightning. Powerful piercing eyes looked at the scene from under the cloak. Anger boiled up behind those orbs. Soon people from the crowd began to look at the dark figure instead of the punishment. More and more eyes fell on the now glowing red eyes of the instigator. When the elders noticed this their attention turned to the new attraction. Gasps were heard and eyes widened. All of the old men were speechless. Guards that were beating the blonde ceased their actions and stared with everyone else. Once the young man caught his breath after screaming for so long he looked up. Blue eyes locked with glowing red ones.