The Nightmare Jollin
Age: 10 years, 1 month, 3 weeks
Born: May 27th, 2009
Adopted: 8 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: April 6th, 2011
- Level: 7
- Strength: 15
- Defense: 26
- Speed: 11
- Health: 11
- HP: 11/11
- Intelligence: 20
- Books Read: 22
- Food Eaten: 2
- Job: Unemployed
CONTENT WARNING: Mild torture sequences/brainwashing.
I've got thick skin and an elastic heart, but your blade it might be too sharp...
I don't know where I am...
The room is dark and cold. I've been given something stale with water that tasted of rust I think two days ago. Time is difficult to keep track of in this place.
A blinding light awoke me this day in the form of a figure. Spots form in front of my eyes from the glare.
The figure says nothing when I ask it why I am here. Instead I feel its eyes upon me as I am taken from my cell to another room where I am sprayed with icy water. I yelped in shock when it first hit me; I don't know when I started whimpering.
I don't know how much time passed until I am dragged back to my room, the faceless being still watching me. I was thrown unceremoniously onto the hard stone floor and the cell door slammed shut.
I was so cold and disorientated, I passed out.
The last three days have been spent being hosed down with cold water, only today was different.
My fur was removed. My beautiful shiny coat shaved off while the blinding, faceless creature watched. It still refuses to answer my questions and pleas: Why am I here? Why am I being punished? What did I do?
I cannot find any answers within myself.
I've been switched from freezing cold to flesh-melting heat. I have blisters on my body and any kind of movement is causing me acute pain.
What did I do to deserve this?
The Creature spoke today; its voice is like a hiss crossed with grating stone. They told me tomorrow we start with blunt objects.
My breathing increased and I asked again, "Why?", but it just closed my cell and slid way.
If God exists, he doesn't hear my prayers.
My bones are being broken and fractured everyday and the Creature watches me, my reactions are what drive it. When I cry out in pain, it shines brighter; if I merely whimper, its light dims as if they're disappointed.
What am I to them?
I'm being given time for my bones to heal so they switched to sharp objects.
It's begun asking me my name. At first I refused to answer but after so much infliction of pain, I finally complied. "Christa!" I shouted and am sliced with a thin blade. I've lost so much blood I don't know how I'm still alive.
My organs are bruised and my left eye is swollen shut. I am missing teeth, toes and some of my tail.
I want to go to a place in my mind, I've heard of people who can. But I seem to be incapable; as if some force is preventing me to escape to my mind.
I am so weak, I just want death to take me.
God is not real.
I am in hell.
I am its play thing, its "experiment". My progress is impressive they tell me.
I'll show it what impressive is one day.
And I know that I can survive; I'll walk through fire to save my life...
What am I?
Where am I?
Why am I?
Days are melding together, so now I am just guessing.
My skin is scarred and patches of fur have grown in making me itchy. I walk with a limp, my bones having healed awkwardly. I am being shown images of war and destruction, chaos and agony. I'm told it is a clue for my next stage of training.
Until now I didn't realise I'm being trained.
I am stronger than everything here; they are all weak. I have ripped their throats countless times yet they still return. I was told I am hallucinating but I feel their blood pour out onto my muzzle when I make my kill.
I am not permitted to sleep. Master has been injecting me with something to keep me conscious.
I need to be ready at all times.
Master asked my name today; I don't know anymore.
Who am I?
I fell asleep during endurance training. I've become immune to the concoction and for this I am punished with a steel rod to my back. I am beaten until I cry out and only then does my Master glow brightly once more, satisfied.
I am growing weaker everyday and I try not to show it. Every movement is pain; every breath agony. When I am allowed a meal of the stale substance and rusty water it does not stay down. I can feel my organs shutting down, one by one.
I don't know how much longer I can last.
My liver has ceased to work and now my kidneys are failing; I cannot walk.
As I feel my life force drifting away, Master comes to me. Its light is dimmed in disappointment and the empty eyes stare at me. The Creature puts his hand on me and I flinch from not being touched in a kind manner in so long.
"You were such a beautiful creature, so naive and carefree," it tells me. "I turned you into a monster, of this I am proud. You have been my greatest accomplishment my dear; you shall not end this way."
The hand touching me begins to glow and a searing pain I have not yet known begins spreading through my body. My bones elongate, becoming whole again. My scars and burns fade away and in its place a smokey essence surrounds my body; everything turned black, my eyes the last.
The pain subsides and I am whole again.
Master removes its hand and stands. "Rise," it commands and so I obey. I move like a shadow, but feel stronger than ever. My senses are sharper and my reflexes improved to inhuman levels.
I bowed to my Master then. "Thank you, Master. What do you command of your servant?"
I raised my head to look and I saw the outline of a smile and lightening flashed from its eyes.
"Destroy them all", Master commands.
And so I obey.
What am I? I am pain, destruction and chaos.
Why am I? To bring about the end of mankind.
Who am I? Your darkest fear.
Hide while you can, for I am coming for you.