@darkchild

How long have I been in this prison? Months? Or years? I can't tell. No windows in here. So far underground no sunlight can reach. The runes in here keep me weak. My muzzle holds back my ability to feed and these restraints help bleed me out should I try moving. I can't hear anything outside these walls. Not a voice, not a step; nothing. Will I ever be free again? Should I just give up and allow myself to die?

No. I won't do it. There must be a way out. I haven't been thinking about this correctly. I've been so hungry lately that I haven't been able to think straight. Too many distractions. Or too little distractions. Which is it? I'm going mad. Damn it, NO! Stay on subject Kain. You are better than this. Alright, how did I wind up here?

I was hunting in the city, dodging those warlocks and their holy magic. That was back in 2010. Somehow they trapped me. Set up glyphs around the city to help corner me. That's right, I was trapped and had no escape. They came for me in the hundreds somehow without causing a ruckus. Perhaps another realm is where they transported the conflict? No matter, after some time passed, I was overwhelmed. Then I woke up here in this hell hole.

There is literally nothing here. Only glyphs which paralyze my abilities. My equipment was taken as well. All I have to go on is the occasional visit to see if I'm still alive. But that might be it. Has to be it. There's no way to fool them though. They have magic. They will see my lies, yes they will. What do you think, do you think I should give it a go? What am I asking you for, you're a wall. Nothing more than a wall you foolish, foolish thing you.

The only way I can get away with this is by actually being dead. I'll have no choice. That's my only way out of here. I have to die. I'm nothing more than a husk at this point. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. This is painful. I feel the restraints tearing into my skin. I feel the heat of my blood spilling out through the crevices. The little spot where I see the glyphs' lights is getting redder, and redder. It must sense my depleting life force. Hundreds of tiny blades cutting into me all at once. I scream to force more of the blood out and rush the process. I keep going an-

He's taking off my restraints. I can't believe it I must have died for a moment. The restraints are coming off though. I passed their brief exam. I'm still too weak though. Need time. Need to regroup. Go on fool. Release the seals you used to keep locked in here. I smell your happiness at my “death”. I'll find your wife next. Then her children and feed on all of them before I feed on you. No, I can't risk that. Avoid the anger, ignore the hunger. There's three of them. You're still too weak to- damn it the light! It's been so long since I've felt the light on my skin it almost burns. My tongue expands against my teeth to keep my body from moving so I continue looking as dead as possible.

Their heartbeats sounds delicious. Each and every one pumping sweet red blood through their bodies. That dinner bell is getting a little too hard to ignore. I hear them talking. Their happiness at my finally being dead. Their happiness is disgusting. While I've been a prisoner for who knows how long they've been with their families enjoying life? Nonsense. I'll have none of it. Finally the gurney reaches the morgue. I know this room because it smells of decay and sterilization at the same time. My “watchers” speak with the mortician.

They'd been waiting 6 years for me to starve or kill myself. They weren't expecting such a long resistance. Apparently I was dead for a day in that cell. That's why they decided to bring him to him for preparation before the cremation. Safe to assume I went into hibernation with my pulse being nearly one beat per minute just keep the blood pumping enough to not coagulate. I'd heard of this trick by Dracula, but it was only legends to me. The most skeptical of them all. If I tried this sooner perhaps I would have been free. Perhaps I would have been living life already. I can't keep thinking about my mistakes, I need to focus on escape.

The room is closed with two guards, both facing the doors and the mortician getting closer to me behind the curtain with that damned scalpal of his. I'm not an experiment. Not anymore. I'm a hunter and this young man is lunch.

Without getting into specifics, I cleared the room silently. Thankfully there were not glyphs cancel my illusion magic in this room. Out there though... I needed help. Taking my three freshly gathered cadavers, I put on the full armor of one guard. His face mask was the most important part since my face needed to be concealed. Each step down the long corridor felt more nerve-wrenching than the last. It appeared everyone knew I wasn't who I portrayed myself to be yet their own fear prevented them from acting on it. Bollocks, I say. My mind was playing tricks on me. Or maybe my lack of posture made me seem weak.

Carefully, I followed the signs leading to the building's confiscated equipment and exit. A few guards asked to hang out after hours. This man's armor was almost more trouble than it was worth. He was too social and made this escape riskier. I responded to everything with a rushed thumbs up and my hand against my head. There is an art form to imaginary phones. After storing my belongings in a satchel escape came to me just a few moments later after riding an elevator to the ground level. I couldn't believe it. I was free.

Now my first stop? Time to quench my thirst; it's been a while.

Erased. Completely.

Erased Completely.