The Fountain of Death.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: House of Ghosts


This is a small teaser I made to brush up on my writing skills. The whole short story is the cut down introduction to a character in a story called "the two from the north." It is conversation
between the main character and a mystery girl as she tells of her struggles in life and explaining why she is where she is.

Submitted: November 28, 2017

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As they step into the cell Sen and Emry are confronted with a disturbing scene confined in the small stone room. It seemed to radiate negativity, reeking of stale air, must, and some strange putrid mixture of bile and rotting flesh. Paste-like blood decorates the walls and floor, surrounding a sitting lone pale girl in the center. She wears clothes of dirty rags, individual pieces wrapped around her neck, forearms, and head. she seems to have ripped the fabric for them from the rest of her clothes. Her hands are bound to the floor by thick worn metal chains as she faces the opposite wall, hunched over, revealing bloody rips in her clothes, yet strangely no injuries on her revealed skin underneath.
Emry’s usual joking demeanor grows heavy as he grimaces at the sight.
“Sweet Sue.. what is this?” he croaks
The girl's head twitches at the sound of his voice and she straightens her frame. “So they sent you two?” she says. Her voice warm, and soft.
Through his disturbance Sen answers “I-I asked to talk to my teammate..” he takes a few steps forward. “All of this blood.. is it you-”
“What did you want to talk about.” She interrupts.
Realizing she doesn't want to talk about it, he changes the subject, trying to ignore the rest of the room.
“After my last match, I got to speak with a bidder.” He says hesitantly “He told me a lot, but mainly he told me about you.”
Her frame shifts uncomfortably as she raises a hand to her face momentarily wiping something away, leaving the echo of one of her clunking chains.
“You really shouldn't look into others lives. You could start something you don't want to start.” She murmurs
Sen takes a deep breath, nearly choking on the vile air. He then turns to Emry who is now holding his nose.
“Let me talk to her alone Em.”
“You sure Mate?”
“Yes, you would just make this more complicated friend,” he says with a face of false confidence.
“Plus I can't focus hearing you breathe through your mouth.”
Emry slowly turns toward the door.“Alright mate, remember we're short on time though.” He begins walking to the exit breathing heavily through his mouth.”I'm right outside.”
The big man takes his leave, shutting the door behind him leaving Sen and the girl in the dim light of a ceiling lamp.
As Sen examines the room he's filled with sorrow. “what type of horrors go on here?” he thinks. Wads of bloody flesh lay strewn about the floor, in one of the corners a mass of waste lay just within chains reach insinuating how long she's been down here. There is no sign of food or water being in the cell beside the moist moldy brown stains on the ground at the girl's back.
While looking through the horrors of the cell Sen realizes he’s unconsciously trying to prolong the possible alteration of a conversation and begins to speak.
“look, i know we've only been working with each other for a couple days. You don't have to trust me, but if you want to get out of here-”
“Get out? She jeers “who says I want to leave?”
Sen’s expression seems grow a bit frustrated. “You want to stay here? Fighting innocent captured people for the entertainment of bloodthirsty bastards who make money off of the spilled blood. Is that really what you want?”
A shudder goes up the girl as she speaks. “you say that, but how is it different from outside this place huh? And who's to say people besides you are innocent in here? At least being in here..” She shifts uncomfortably “ At least here I fight people who have lived a life already.” She murmurs
“so that's why you killed those men and got locked in here huh? Look at this cell you're in. Think of the blood on your hands, the names you've earned yourself.”
The girl punches the floor in frustration as the warmth leaves her voice. “Do you think I wanted to kill those men?! That-that I like this cell?..”
“Well, when you've earned titles like  ‘Fountain of death’, and killed so many innocent men without a second thought right when me and Emry we're making head weight on getting us out of here. it's hard to think you don't.”
The girl turns her head slightly towards Sen, flipping her short black hair, and revealing her dark blue eyes.
“Who told you that name?” she says coldly
Caught off guard by the shift in tone Sen tenses up, heart pounding in his chest.” Like I said I met a bidder after my match, and he told me some things. He wanted me to know the person on my ‘escape boat’.”
“Don't speak on things you know nothing about.” She hisses
Sen sighs “Listen I think I understand. You would rather be here fighting than outside, but it's so much different outside than in here.”
“it's not the outside I'm afraid of. It's what I will do to the outside you love so much.”
“what do you mean?”
“You have no idea what it’s like to be me..” Her once small warm voice grows distant as she turns to face him in her battered chains. “Sen was it? When we first saw each other you wanted to know why I'm here, in this prison?”
She meets Sen’s eyes from the stone floor, rattling her chains unaffectionately.
” I was born a normal little girl. No abnormalities, just a little girl full of hope, and morals like any other.”
Her eyes drift to the dusty cell floor as she starts to draw in the dust with her thin, pale fingers
”But that's about all I have in common with others.” She says hesitantly. “I hear a lot of people outside of this place use the word ‘torture’. Using it to describe meals, or unpleasant conversations- even you have, and there's nothing wrong with a little story enhancement” She says. “But none of you know the real meaning of that word.” She stops herself spitefully as she continues to draw in the dust, constantly rattling her chains against her tattered clothes.
“Everyone has gone through a struggle. Yes, yours may be bad but there are some with worse.” Sen says with concealed frustration. “The people you killed did nothin-”
“It must be easy to judge from your high horse.” she interrupts, swiftly shooting him a frustrated gaze.
Sen hesitantly begins to speak “What do you mean High horse?”
“I hear the stories you tell to the others. A boy with a caring mother, friends, going on adventures.” Shi says “Then one day after saving a damsel in distress you got captured and brought to a horrid fighting arena as an enslaved participant.This is the closest you've ever come to a lack of freedom.
Sen goes to argue but instead stands speechless to her facts. The two sit for a moment in silence except for the clanking of chains until Shi breaks the silence.
“Do you know who put me here?” she continues.
“The top bidder. Everyone told me he is one of the main people who runs the place now.” Sen says
“ His name is Suro Yhore. He's my biological father.” She says with a faint giggle. “guess I should be happy I've gotten him this far if he runs the place now.”
Sen staggers shocked.“ Wait, so your Dad put you here?”
“Well of course. You wouldn't spend your time making a monster for nothing.”
Her eyes rise again to Sen’s as she lifts her finger from the dust revealing a few strange drawings.
“Come stand behind me. I couldn't draw them upside down.” She says with a hollow grin.
Sen hesitantly steps over her chains that bind her to the ground and crouches behind her to see her creation.
“It is true that some may have it worse than me, but what you can't comprehend is that pain is pain, and my pain spans much farther than your false wisdom.”
As she speaks Sen examines the assortment of strange tool drawings.
“what are these?’
“The start of my pain.” she giggled hollowly. “One thing we have in common is one of our parents was never in our life for whatever reason, so for this little example, i'll use your mom. tell me Sen, can you comprehend that sweet mother of yours neglecting you until age nine? No food, water, shelter, but always kept you close, telling you how to survive while she spent every piece of coin she had on fighting arenas betting on new fighters. Then at age 10 she would finally show a sliver of affection by trying to include you in her hobby, finally buying you your first meal, smiling with you as your heart pounds so hard in your chest you think it would burst out, just to slowly see the world dim around you as you pass out due to heavy drugs put into your food.”
Sen continues to look at the drawings slowly figuring out what they are as he puts the pieces together in horror.
“These are-”
“Ah, you're finally able to see them. I'm not much of an artist, but I've memorized these tools very well.”
Sen’s eyes widen as he realizes where the story is going. The drawings that he is looking at is an assortment of gruesome tools; many blades, strange scoopers, needles, and other foreign tools that can't be described
“When I woke up, I was in a strange cave. All I could see was my dad holding these very tools I've drawn as my hands and feet were bound.” her eyes lose the little light in them as she delves into her memory. “Imagine for 3 and a half years having your flesh being cut, and torn out of you repeatedly. Your screams meaning nothing as your blood is constantly being infused with a number of different creatures to discover the fascination that is regeneration.”
Once she finishes her sentence she slowly puts the tip of her thumb in her mouth. After a moment she silently bites to the bone, forcing Sen to jump back as thick spurts of blood leap from her new wound to the floor.
“Your thumb!” Sen screams in horror
But just as he says that the blood spurts seem to thin as the wound seems to begin closing. On closer inspection, Sen sees that the girl has closed her eyes and has extreme pain riddled across her face.
Moments later as Sen watches in awe the girl's finger is almost brand new.
“At age 13, he succeeded in allowing my body to regenerate. Next came teaching me to fight or at least giving me the natural tools to. For six months my head was sliced open just enough for my brain to be toyed with as certain reactions were connected together to make for better combat skills.”
“Why are you telling me all of this now?” Sen says looking on in scared pity.
The girl turns to him. “Simple, because you pushed to know, and deep down." she pauses as she slowly clasps her hands together. " I wanted to tell someone.” She says in her warm soft voice. As Sen processes her words she turns away from him with her dark blue eyes facing the walls shrouded with her blood. “Can I tell you the worst part?”
As her words now resonate with him, and  Sen contemplates his answer he hears a knock at the stone door and muffled arguing outside.
“Hey, i said he will be right out mate! No need to rush him!” Emry says
“He’s got a match to attend to, and so do you!” A deep grungy voice booms
The girl turns a bit toward Sen in curiosity, to which he responds with a sigh.
“I'll be out in a minute! Help me out and I'll give you half of my dinner tomorrow!” Sen yells
The girl turns to him in confusion, but Sen motions for her to hold on.
“Half of it?!” the voice booms
“Yes! Even the dessert if you want it!”
After a moment of thought, the grungy voice speaks. “Carry on! Just know your match is in 7 minutes!”
As Sen looks back down at the girl her eyes are wide and bright with confusion.
“Why?” The girl murmurs.
“If I'm going to judge you, I can at least ‘get off my high horse.’ the first step to that is understanding why you do what you do.” A slight grin crosses his face, but he makes the mistake of inhaling to sharply, making him cough on the vile fumes in the air. “Also you need to get out of here.  Very bad atmosphere.”
The girl sits very still for a moment looking at the now fearless man before her. A smile slowly forms across her face as she looks at him.
Surprise takes over Sen’s face. “Why are you smiling?” he asks
As he says that the girl is just as surprised by her smile and turns away from him.
“Go to your match,” she says in a warm soft voice
Sen tilts his head in confusion. “Huh, But what about your story.”
The girl laughs for a moment. “I'll tell you when I'm out of this ‘bad’ atmosphere. Then maybe you can tell me what the view is like from that high horse of yours.”


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