These Four Walls

These Four Walls

May 24th, 2005

There was no light within the cell. It was so deep down beneath the ground that not even a single sliver of light from perhaps a crack. No, this was much deeper within the ground. There would be no point in anywhere else for a prison cell after all. It was cold, damp, dark, and desolate. On occasion a rat would crawl by, but it wouldn’t live long. Hell, not much seemed to live long in here, which was…unless you were immortal.
And that’s what he was, to an extent. Immortal. If you killed him, he’d get back up and either say ‘Ow, that hurts’ or ‘Thank you, sir, may I have another?’ This wasn’t bad, or anything, but after awhile, he knew there would be a point where he would die and not get back up. He had awhile to go until that happened, at least. He had approximately three hundred lives to go, as he had been counting. It would take a long time to actually kill him, unless he wasn’t thinking, as he had remembered back when he was within Amestris.
And of course, no one here realized that. They were all too busy with running around and throwing attacks everywhere, and they took whomever they could that wasn’t with them captive. Letting out a sigh, the man scratched himself around his neck, trying to get past the fact that he had a metal collar on his neck. It was uncomfortable, but these captors…they knew that this was the only way to keep this rogue under control. If they didn’t, it wouldn’t be hard for him to escape, and the captured one knew that. He smirked, as he lay back within the cell. Nothing to do when within a dark room, and he couldn’t see the palm of his hand if he tried.
The sound of something unlocking, and a door opening lead the rogue to merely glance out of the corner of his eye toward the sound. The sound of footsteps approaching didn’t surprise the boy, either. Damn magical people, being able to see exactly what was in front of them. He continued mentally cursing the magic of this universe, when there was a rather forceful kick to his head. Pain radiated through his body, and he winced. A second kick went to his head, then a third, then an eighth, and a twentieth…
“Alright! I’m awake!” He muttered, the pain in his skull now at a crescendo, “What do you want?”
“You forget, that your execution is today,” The voice of a female rose, and he smirked.
“Sailor Io the second…the satellite senshi, yes?” The boy asked, amused, and there was another kick to his head, “I thought so. Wow, how far you’ve fallen, dear Amaya.”
The feeling of another blow to the head had leaded him to wince. There was still a smile plastered on that maniacal face. He was pushing just the right buttons, and she knew it.
“You have no right to address me,” Amaya said, continuing to kick him in the head, “And if you want to call me anything, it will be your executioner.”
There was a pause from the boy, “So cold. Your voice is filled with a raging hate that is colder than ice. Ironic, considering who you are, Lava no Senshi. I’d be expecting your temper to be like a raging fire, or an erupting volcano. But, no. You’re merely cold as ice.”
The sound of an obsidian shard colliding against his skull lead him to smirk, “Though you seem to like using your mother’s trademarks well.”
The rage within Amaya was growing, and the boy merely looked at her, “Yes, I can see it. Your mother’s eyes staring down at me. Was that the look she gave you when you joined the Revenant? Tell me, what was her reaction? Was she angry? Furious? Disappointed? Did she ban you from where she lives so that you can never see her or your father or your siblings again?”
Another kick, this time in a more precious area, lead to his scream, “You have no right to address me.”
Despite the pain, the prisoner knew he was winning this battle, and decided only to continue, “What about your father? He seems evil; maybe he’s proud of his daughter joining a revolution. Or maybe you’re whiny like that stepbrother of yours. So, Amaya. Is he disappointed in you like your mother? Or is he proud to say you’re his daughter, but wouldn’t dare to say it with his wife around?”
“DON’T. YOU. DARE. TALK. LIKE. THAT. ABOUT. MY. PARENTS!” The scream was loud, and a Volcanic Blast had been shot at him. He smirked, leaning up, causing the chain around his neck to break, and he rolled away in time.
“Thanks, kid. Now I can get out of here with ease,” The grin on the boy’s face was cocky, as he ran past her, but a sigh merely escaped her lips, and before he knew it, two chains had been wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
“I should’ve known you’d be planning to do this in the first place, Prisoner Evergreen.” There was an amused tone to the senshi, “Luckily I’m always prepared. Now, you’re going to the execution hall…”
“You can’t kill me, you know that,” The confident voice seemed almost cocky, and Amaya laughed.
“You say that, but we have our ways. After all, you’re the one who’s thinking you’re within the darkest cell of the prison. Amazing what magic can do.”
A look of shock covered his face, but he composed himself, “You know, I used to be the evil one. I would be the one causing murders, genocide, and all that good stuff, and yet look at how the tables have turned. Now I’m the one about to be killed by a bunch of hussy rogues who think they know what they’re doing, but are more than likely to destroy the world instead, and I’m so sure you’re all proud of that one. And in history books, they’ll all write you as ‘The foolish kids who bring the Galaxy’, to be remembered in all history forever. Fun, huh? I’m remembered as a killer, but you’ll be remembered as a fool.
“And I’ve heard it all, bringing revolution, trying to save the world, all the magical shit, but you know what? I’ve got a full grasp of reality. I can tell you that this little game of ‘Let’s save the solar system because we’re all oppressed!’ Yeah, that plan of your little friends? It ain’t working. You’re only causing genocide, a massacre. Wait, I should be applauding this, shouldn’t I? After all, I pulled off this shit long before you were born.”
Her silence let him continue, “I’m far older than you, or the majority of your little friends. I’ve seen plans unfold, I’ve seen those plans claim that they’ll save the world, and they only bring an apocalypse, along with one fuck of a lot of corruption, not to mention hatred, loathing, mourning, and all that good shit. Maybe if your lucky and someone lives, they won’t hate you for what you did, or kill you without mercy. Maybe your parents will love you again, oh wait, one does and the other doesn’t. I bet you they’re fucking like bunnies not thinking of you right now. Who cares about the rebellious whiny daughter? We’ve got kids, and we can fuck all night long.”
He felt himself be grabbed by the hair, and he winced. This was going to hurt…
“Prisoner Evergreen, it’s time for your execution,” Amaya said, amused. He could just imagine the smile on her face right now, knowing that she’d be able to rip him apart piece by piece until he’d stop moving for good.
“Well, then, if I’m about to actually die, can I at least hear my real name one last time?” The one known as Prisoner Evergreen asked.
There was a pause, “If that’s your last wish, then fine, Envy. It’s time for your execution. Happy?”
A smile crossed the homunculi’s face, “Yes, very much happy, now.”
“Good,” She then kicked Envy in the knees, leading him to keel over, almost screaming, and he was dragged out of the cell by his hair, to his execution.
The four walls of Prisoner Evergreen’s cell were now vacant; a single light from a lantern hovering at the ceiling, but Evergreen never knew that. Just like the four walls would never know how he died, or if the fate Amaya stated was true. Even so, it wasn’t like walls could talk, anyway. But if they could, these four walls would have one interesting story to tell.