|A World in Ruins. . .A Crazed Man. . .Magical Abilities|
Welcome to the Land of the Captured Creatures
Welcome to the Land of the Captured Creatures
Freak opened the squeaky, rusted door and entered the Keeping Building. His steps were eerily quiet, like they always were. Everything about the man was eerie. The black cloak he always wore, the black mask that covered his face, those dark brown eyes that seemed to look into your soul and follow you everywhere you went. The man was a beast. And everyone knew it.
Freak closed and locked the door with a loud bang, awakening some of his sleeping creatures. His eyes began to trace the cages that stretched along the walls and into the middle of the room. There were too many to count now. This was good. Excellent. The more creatures, the better.
“Hello, creatures,” Freak said, his steady, metallic voice stretching across the room. Of course, they didn’t look like creatures. They looked perfectly normal. Eyes and ears exactly where they should be. But inside, they were not normal. The blood of the gifted ran through their veins. They each had a power, some more useful than others. But their usefulness didn’t matter. Only their strength did. They needed to be strong. Very strong.
Freak received mixed reactions from his greeting. Some of the creatures didn’t even notice. Their faces were the peaceful, relaxed ones of dreamers. Others were fully conscious and shooting him powerful glares.
Freak paid no mind to the glaring. He understood their pain. Freak had captured them. Locked them up in cages. Put them through powerful tests and exercises each day. He had given them no knowledge of where they were or why they were here. Freak actually felt a bit bad for the creatures. After all, he wasn’t a monster. But this had to be done. If the world was ever to get better, he had to do this.
Freak began to walk down the lines of cages, his steps, once again, barely making a sound. “7 years ago, dear ones, marked the end of a 15-year war,” Freak bellowed absent-mindedly. He often did this. Spoke his thoughts out loud. He usually talked about this exact thing, which made the creatures think he was absolutely mad. “The war left the planet in ruins. The planet’s population was cut in half. Countries were torn apart; some became ruthless wasteland where man lived by no rules.”
Freak sighed and stopped talking. Even 7 years after the war, the world was still broken. Most people thought there was nothing that could fix it. But Freak knew that something could: his creatures. He had a plan. A plan that he had conceived of long ago. And it could fix everything.
As Freak neared the end of his walk, he reached out a hand toward the door. He grabbed the rusting handle and turned it, a smile beginning to spread on his face. “So remember, dearies,” he said, opening the door and stepping out. “You’re going to save the world.” The door closed with a bang, and Freak was gone.
Freak closed and locked the door with a loud bang, awakening some of his sleeping creatures. His eyes began to trace the cages that stretched along the walls and into the middle of the room. There were too many to count now. This was good. Excellent. The more creatures, the better.
“Hello, creatures,” Freak said, his steady, metallic voice stretching across the room. Of course, they didn’t look like creatures. They looked perfectly normal. Eyes and ears exactly where they should be. But inside, they were not normal. The blood of the gifted ran through their veins. They each had a power, some more useful than others. But their usefulness didn’t matter. Only their strength did. They needed to be strong. Very strong.
Freak received mixed reactions from his greeting. Some of the creatures didn’t even notice. Their faces were the peaceful, relaxed ones of dreamers. Others were fully conscious and shooting him powerful glares.
Freak paid no mind to the glaring. He understood their pain. Freak had captured them. Locked them up in cages. Put them through powerful tests and exercises each day. He had given them no knowledge of where they were or why they were here. Freak actually felt a bit bad for the creatures. After all, he wasn’t a monster. But this had to be done. If the world was ever to get better, he had to do this.
Freak began to walk down the lines of cages, his steps, once again, barely making a sound. “7 years ago, dear ones, marked the end of a 15-year war,” Freak bellowed absent-mindedly. He often did this. Spoke his thoughts out loud. He usually talked about this exact thing, which made the creatures think he was absolutely mad. “The war left the planet in ruins. The planet’s population was cut in half. Countries were torn apart; some became ruthless wasteland where man lived by no rules.”
Freak sighed and stopped talking. Even 7 years after the war, the world was still broken. Most people thought there was nothing that could fix it. But Freak knew that something could: his creatures. He had a plan. A plan that he had conceived of long ago. And it could fix everything.
As Freak neared the end of his walk, he reached out a hand toward the door. He grabbed the rusting handle and turned it, a smile beginning to spread on his face. “So remember, dearies,” he said, opening the door and stepping out. “You’re going to save the world.” The door closed with a bang, and Freak was gone.
