Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28470587-20160723082341/@comment-28470587-20161024032425

Lucas sat up in pitch black darkness. A dream...? Death...? He floated in a void shaking his head left and right trying to grasp just a basic idea of where he was. A voice cried out. A small child. She screamed for Lucas' help, but he couldn't move. She pleaded and pleaded to no avail. He sword struck, and Lucas woke up suddenly back in the cell, in much more agony than he had felt before. He felt crippled. Useless. He was bleeding from multiple places, and he was fairly sure a few of his bones were broken. He could hear conversation outside, but it was muffled. "I'm going to die here, Lucas said. For the first time ever, he get truly and utterly defeated. "I'm sorry Kia. I'm sorry Olly. I'm so sorry." Red tears trailed down Lucas' bruised and battered face as he stared aimlessly at the cell's ceiling.