For the first time in a long time, I feel pain. Excruciating pain. I slowly lift my head, looking around me at all the faces. Faces of humans. I don’t have to see their faces to know what they feel as they stare down at me. I can smell it coming off of them. Fear.
I flinch in pain as another spiked chain digs its way deep into my flesh. I don’t know how I got into this mess. All I know is that I want more than anything to be out. My arms are tied spread out in front of me. There are chains around my arms, chest, neck, and even across my face. Each coated in an elixir to help the spikes dig into my flesh and do serious damage.
“The Great Cyrus. Son of Magnus. What joy it brings me to see you like this.” I narrow my gaze as a man comes out of the shadows, a blade in one hand and a vile in the other. I jerk on my chains, ignoring the searing pain as they dig deeper into my flesh. I know this man. Alfred. He was once my father’s advisor. Before we discovered his treachery. It would make sense that he is behind this. No one else would be able to sneak up on me.
He smiles at my predicament.
“It’s terrifying, isn’t it? Being vulnerable. Helpless. At the mercy of others?” He chuckles looking around the room.
“What is the meaning of this?” I hiss. He laughs even harder turning his back to me.
“This is retribution!”
Alfred looks out over the group of humans that are watching. I can see the excitement that radiates off of them at the sight of me. The sight of one of us being at their mercy.
“For too long, they have ruled over us. For too long, they have acted as if the world is theirs, and we only live in it. I say no more! Who gave them that right? Who told them we wanted to be ruled? Who told them they were better than us? They want us treat them like they are superior beings? Like they are gods?”
Alfred turns to face me, crushing the vile onto the blade. I watch in rising anger as the blade absorbs the liquid. Giving it the ability to slice through my flesh. To kill me. I lock eyes with Alfred. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of any fear.
He raises the blade, aiming the tip so that it is level with my eye. A slow grin spreads across his face as he glares me down, the blade steady in his hands. I ignore the thundering of my heart and the twisting in my gut as I stare death in the face. This is it. This is the end. I am going to die. At the hands of a human no less. But I refuse to show any fear.
I yank on my chains, rising up on my knees as I glare him in the eye. I let all of the anger I can radiate off of me, until I know he can feel it in his bones.
Alfred’s eyes widen slightly and he hesitates a split second before lunging with the blade, aiming straight for my heart. No sooner does the blade pierce the top layer of my skin do the doors to the strange chamber burst open.
Screams rip through the room and echo off the walls as the humans take off trying to find any exit available to them. But they can’t. They won’t reach any before we do. We’re stronger, faster, and our senses are much more heightened. We are naturally superior.
Blood comes rushing up my throat and spills over my lips as I realize all too late that Alfred pushed the blade through. I look down at the hilt now protruding from my side. He missed my heart. But it still hurts like a bitch.
He glares down at me with the hatred of humanity, his eyes burning with rage.
“This is only the beginning. We will rise from our places beneath you. We will fight until we can fight no more. We will not settle for your ways. Now, we will fight back!”
A large body lands behind him, and he doesn’t have time to register who or what is happening. His head is instantly torn from his shoulders, what’s left of his body dropping with a loud thud. I recognize my savior immediately. My father steps out of the shadows, his dark eyes focusing on me with a mixture of horror and anger.
I don’t have the strength to utter my thanks or my relief. The room slowly dims as my wounds become too much and darkness finally overtakes me.