Revenge or Justice

Buried Alive (+18)

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With blood splattering on my white shirt, I continued to walk through downtown Piltover with great difficulty, keeping my
hand on my stomach from all the beatings I'd taken.
 
People looked at me in a way that judged me all the time, with their loud "whispers":
 
"See? That Dog must have learned a good lesson..."
 
"I hope you stay away from Piltover"
 
"Don't talk to those Zaun junkies, my son..."
 
"Look at him trying to take a hit while playing the poor thing, even my little daughter does better than that..."
 
"Why did they say these things?"
I am not guilty
 
"Why do you blame me for something I wasn't to blame?" These were the questions I took with me to Zaun.
 
I trudged on to Zaun, and around the corner to find Old Ron's shop. I didn't want to go home that day, I was ashamed
of myself.
 
With that, I headed down a dimly lit alleyway and I could hear the hungry rats leaving with my presence.
 
I sat for a long time with my knees up, looking at my bloodied hands, thinking about my failure.
 
I'd always been a man who refused to cry for anything, but that day, I let out all the murmurs of my pain, but only to the
point that whoever would be in that alley could hear.
 
But my hell was just beginning...
 
"Ron, do you know how long you've been holding us back? It's been two weeks straight on pay. How do you want to be
protected like that?" I heard voices coming from Old Ron's shop.
 
Hearing Ron's name, I quickly put my regrets aside and lean in to see and...
 
I see two men and a woman in front of Old Ron's shop, one of the men with green skin, fins and wearing a red jacket,
another man in a red jacket but no hair, and the woman has light green punk hair and one arm. of metal. They all had
the same tattoo of a certain red flower on their face.
 
Old Ron says, "If I pay you guys, I won't be able to support my family"
 
Everything happened on the street, but no one dared to intervene in any way.
 
"If the problem is your family, pay with your family" Says the fish man, pulling a knife out of his jacket pocket.
 
"NEVER!" Said Old Ron, while I could feel his fear in the distance.
 
"Okay...you made your choice, old man" The Fishman extends his knife towards Old Ron.
 
The Fish Man looks at his bald companion and says, "If you want to stay with us, you'll have to prove you can do it."
 
"Yes Sir" The hairless man takes the blade and looks at Old Ron.
 
"It's nothing personal, old man" Says the hairless man as he walks towards Old Ron.
 
"STOP!" I say it out loud as I wave my arms, catching the attention of them and people watching the discussion.
 
"Here he is, see how it didn't hurt at all? Take care of him Suzi" Says the fish man pointing at me, while the punk haired
woman comes towards me.
 
She approaches me fast and punches me hard in the stomach, which sends me to my knees on the floor.
 
The blood overcame my teeth, which gnashed in pain.
 
"Kill this old man, prove that you deserve to be one of us" Said the fish man to the bald man as I received that he took
me to the ground at once.
 
On the ground, I can see Old Ron taking four stabs in a row, and then the bald man pulls out the Old Man's blade with
blood on his hands.
 
After that, everything went dark for me...
 
I wake up looking at a dark ceiling, I try to move some of my limbs, but my efforts are in vain.
 
I look around and see a human wolf sculpture inside a transparent jar with a green liquid, in a dimly lit room with only
one window.
 
Looking to the right, I can see a countertop littered with empty bottles and open books.
 
"Where am I?" I ask whoever could be there, with a lot of headache.
 
"So you woke up, great, I didn't mean to do that to you" Said a man taking some books to a bench, and then pulling a
small rope that made a lamp light.
 
"Why am I stuck?" Referring to the fact that it is attached to a belt on a table, like a hospital bed.
 
"I was told to do some tests and scintilia" Said the man, sitting on the bench and opening the books he had just picked
up.
 
"Cintilia? That drug that led to the revolution from the dead" I try to debate as much as I can to get out of bed.
 
"You better not move too much"
"And to answer your question, yes, that's what I'm talking about" Said the man as he positioned vials next to a large
reservoir of purple liquid.
 
"What is this all about?" I ask the man, looking at the amount of vials next to the purple liquid reservoir.
 
"There are some experiments" the man told me,
 
"What are?" I ask him.
 
"I was asked for an experiment that would text how much an ordinary man can withstand Cintilia (Drogra)" He said with a
serious look
and with her arms behind her, looking at the wall.
 
I yelled as loudly as I could, "AAAHHH...!"
 
And he kept saying, "A lot of flickering can lead to hallucinations and mental insanity... maybe even a high level of addiction..."
 
I couldn't stand it anymore, this madman took out all my nails and broke my fingers with a hammer. There were no longer
any barriers to his experiments on me.
 
His original idea was to overdose me on the sparkle, but he did other tests with other formulas. My lifeless eyes could
barely see the things around me.
 
The man watched my nails stuck to his pliers that was in his hands.
 
"Let's raise a little more" The man said as he put my nails in one of the pots on his countertop.
 
There was a wire connecting the veins in my right arm. The man was carrying a plastic bag that contained scintillation, and
it was connected to the wire in my vein.
 
The purple liquid traveled through the wire slowly...
 
"I'm in a hurry" Said the man squeezing the plastic bag for the liquid to reach my veins faster...
 
Meanwhile, I feel every hair on my body stand on end, my limbs tremble, and blood leaking from my nose and eyes nonstop.
 
My body thrashed in agony as I stared at the ceiling in indescribable pain, my teeth grinding together from the tremendou
pain in my neck.
 
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I yelled at someone who was about to die from so much pain all over their body.
 
After that, I don't remember anything other than the excruciating pain in my chest, which made me close my eyes at once.
 
'Mart, Daddy now has business with Uncle Vander' The man had a goatee, short spiky hair and wore a dark shirt with long
sleeves. That was my father.
 
I see myself sitting at a table in an old bar, spacious and full of people united in joy in the underworld.
 
"You won't be long, will you?" Upon my question, my father affectionately ruffles my hair.
 
"No, I hope not" My father said in a happy tone of voice, but that was soon gone with when he turned and saw the former
leader sa subferia, accompanied by a serious expression.
 
"I hope...no" I hear the voice that makes me want to open my eyes...
 
I lift my body and find myself in a dark place, feeling Zaun's cold breeze hitting me. I try to speak and breathe deeper, but it's
harder after all I've been through.
 
Still in agony, I run my hand over my face to remove whatever is blocking me from seeing anything.
 
I looked at my legs and there was gray soil covering them.
 
I tried to scream and couldn't.
 
All I saw around me was a stream of greenish water making its way in front of me. Around the stream of green water there
were metals and garbage that accumulated slurry.
 
It couldn't get any worse, but I remembered everything that happened to me that day, when they threw me out of the
Piltover theater, when I was beaten and when I was harassed by people, in addition to the tortures of that bastard maniac.
 
"AAAARRGG!" I closed my eyes for the strength I lost in my arms.
 
Tears were barely coming out of my eyes from the thirst and the dirt on my face.