Who Are You?

Arc 3.5 - Luther Abravel

Luther's legs dragged on the floor and his head lolled back as they pulled him with all the effort they could manage.

They ended up taking several break periods before they finally reached the burrow.

It wasn't very secure but it would do to keep from being spotted right away.

After taking a chance to calm her breathing she looked over at the unconscious man. He looked beaten to exhaustion. Much of his body showed signs of horrid torture...

the most prevalent being on his back.

Once they turned him around they winced at the sight of dirt and leaves sticking to the injuries. Several overlapping whip marks. Some looked like burns, others were slits of open wounds. Dried blood, scrapes and flayed flesh. Most of his back looked irreparable.

They saw it earlier when they were escaping and were horrified at the thought of what the soldiers were doing to him.

"How long do you think he's been in there?"

"...I think- I'd rather not know."

Both of their faces fell grim with the reality. Just as they had lost everything, the same must have happened to the Mister...

They quickly went to work with doing their best with his injuries.

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Luther slowly gained consciousness but kept himself still with his breathing concerningly shallow. All he could hear was the shifting of leaves and nature moving around.

There was also a pair of steady heartbeats near his left.

Opening his eyes felt like trying to separate concrete. He barely managed to split his eyes open a sliver. Everything was too blurry and dark, they felt too heavy. He didn't try to open them again.

Not only his eyes but even the thought of moving his body or getting up made Luther drained to the bone.

He wanted to go back to sleep but his character didn't allow him to.

Keeping his eyes closed, Luther slowly moved his arms to prop himself up on his elbows. The moment he picked his upper body up agonizing pain shot through chest. Snapping his eyes open in shock, they constricted to pin needles as black dots overcame his blurry vision. He was left breathless, not even able to breath in a gasp by the amount of pain.

Dropping himself back down on his tattered back didn't help things as much as he thought it would.

Perspiration covered his forehead as he dug his head back into the dirt, jaw clenching as hard as he can manage to keep himself from making a sound.

His pupils fully dilated and moved rapidly, never staying focussed, remaining unseeing in attempts to adjust to the spike of stress hitting him.

Only jagged, laboured breathing could be heard from his person.

His chest continued to send signals of acute pain to his brain, burning his insides as if it would never end.

'Fuck.' Was all he could think for the next 30 minutes as the pain gradually subsided until it turned into a continuous throbbing.

Taking a minute to blink himself out of the state he fell into, Luther finally took note of his environment.

It seemed he was halfway into some cave? No, an open dam of sorts.

He couldn't see to well due to the logs and trees in the way but Luther was sure it was night time. He could only frown at the implications of what that would mean.