Book 2 Chapter 56: Monologuing

Book 2 Chapter 56: Monologuing

I laid on the filthy ground, looking up at the First, and glancing over at the writhing forms of his followers just behind him.

He followed my gaze and smirked. They cant hear me. Too much pain, too much sensory overload. So we can have a chat with our masks off, huh?

I stared up at him, not answering, but straining against my restraints.

I gotta say, I wasnt sure youd survive the mists. Theyre a struggle, but I figured youd have maybe a thirty or forty percent chance of making it. And here, not only did you make it, but you also managed to realize I had an ambush set out for you, sneak around it, and blow up my gate.

His eyes met mine at those last few words, and I returned his stare blankly. Careful not to react.

He nodded. Youve got good control, but I know it was you. Im also certain you didnt do it because Potts wanted you to take us out. After all, how could they even know what Ive got going here? Besides, theyre a bunch of non-confrontational pussies anyway. He pushed himself off the wall and prodded one of his writhing followers gently with his foot, eliciting a groan. So why did you do it?

I continued to stare at him blankly. I had no reason to answer. I was already imprisoned, and at his mercy. Whether I told him the truth or not, I couldnt see how either option would help me.

He chuckled, shaking a finger and pointing at me. You you arent like the rest of Potts. I had a feeling about it when we first met, but thought it would be more trouble to get rid of you rather than let you do it yourself. Youre like me. You think you know whats best for everyone else, and youre going to make them see it your way whether they want to or not. You blew up my gate, and killed my people just because you dont like things here. Seems a little hypocritical if you ask me. Killing my people just because we kill a few humans here and there.

I tried to keep my expression blank, but I felt it shift involuntarily.

Youre strong, I can tell. Blooded in a way my followers could never be. I havent dealt with a pain in the ass like you since I left Potts. He paused, his expression wistful for a moment. Its annoying to have to keep up the facade of a holy one all the time. All thees and thous and a bunch of bullshit sermons that mean nothing. Im tired of it, been thinking of moving things in a different direction, maybe a crusade or two, an excuse to really cut loose. I need warriors for that, strong men and women who can help me really get things done, who can think independently for a change. People like you.

Whats in it for me? I asked.

He smiled. Thats the right question. He tapped the bars of my cell. Freedom, to start. Food, drink, security here in Eden. Knowledge, he paused to watch my expression and his smile widened seeing something I didnt want him too. I know a lot about what we are. Its taken quite a bit of trial and error, but I can help you, though youve been doing pretty well from what I can tell. I mean, you slaughtered some of my best men even though they had the drop on you. Mary requested she be allowed to flay you for that. And dont think I dont know youve already recovered from whatever beatings she put you through before you got here.

I approximated shrug from my bindings.

Aside from thatwell, I suppose you can give me whatever ideas you might have for the slaves, and other deadmen. Maybe Ill have some kind of revelation, and make things easier for them as long as you fall in line.

I made a show of thinking, looking conflicted and torn as I thought over what he said, then I let out a long sigh. IIll do it Ill join you.

He raised his nonexistent eyebrows and nodded for a few seconds, then took a key off one of the nearby walls and slid the cell open slowly.

Youre a terrible fucking liar. He slammed it shut again and let out a long hearty laugh. Smart though. Thinking you could just go along with me until you have a chance to kill me or escape, huh? You really are cut from the same cloth as me. He laughed again. Tell you what, Ill have you drowned, beaten, cut, stabbed, shot, and skinned every day, and at the end of each of them, Ill ask you the question again. When you tell it to me in a way that makes me believe it, Ill give you a shot. He stretched his neck. Looking forward to that time, honestly this will probably make Mary a lot happier anyway. Shell probably be more willing to work with you after youve been humbled a bit. He walked a short way down to the exit. Anyway, Ill leave you here to starve for a few days first, get you nice and softened up. He glanced over to the twisting, grunting forms of his people. Ill send someone to get them out here. Gonna be a real pain in the ass to have to watch them in case I need to grant them mercy. Usually I have to block out a couple full days for this bullshit. Oh well, hopefully a couple of them might be useful. With that he walked up and out of the row of cells, leaving me alone to think surrounded by the screams of his people.

I did my best to stretch the parts of myself that were granted any movement at all, and wriggled until I was able to lay flat. Might as well get comfortable, Id gone days without eating before, it would be harder to soften me up than he might think. Drowning me, beating me, cutting me, stabbing me, shooting me, and skinning me meant eventually theyd have to adjust my restraints. All I had to do was be patient. Either the trouble Id started on either end of Eden would grant me a chance to escape, or Id make my own.