Thread: Finding Acceptance (Skyro & darkangel76)

Dime sat alone in the dungeons deep below the keep. He was currently in a small cell, no bigger than fiver yards by five yards. The only thing in the room with him was a bucket and a small matress. At least, that's what they called it, a matress. It was nothing more than a square sack filled with some hay. The cell its self was no better, the walls were covered in green plants that had appeared to grow from years of allowing the room to grow gruadually damp. No window was present in this room, he was at least two stories underground but he couldn't be sure, he had been down here for a few months now. In those few months he had lived of bread and water, hardly enough to keep a man of his build alive, but he had survived. And survive he would. He spent many hours thinking about ways of escaping and return to life as he had knew it. No human contact but much gold, much food and many women. Even if not all the women had agreed to be with him. Dime now stood at the bars at the front of the cell, looking out at three or four more dark cells opposite him, the only light source came from a slow burning torch near the stairs which would soon be allowed to burn out until morning came. The torch gave an eerie feel to the room. Dime had spent many a night in the dark, less suitable places but this was the worse. He would not leave in the morning to continue doing what he loved most, reigning fear into those who crossed him and then taking their hard earned possessions. Throwing his head back, Dime sighed and let go of the bars in front of him. He turned to lie on the sack they had dubbed a matress when he heard someone coming down the stairs. This was unusual at this time of night, something big must have happened. The door to the stairs crashed open and two men entered each carring a torch. A third man, Dime had never seen before was stood between then, his hands tied in front of him. In the few months that he had spent down here, he had yet to see someone else who had been notorious enough to be locked up in the keep itself. The guards made their way across the room towards the cell that was situated next to that of Dime's. Dime peered out, the two guards were the same that had abused him for the last few months, punching and kicking him when he could do nothing but take the beating. The result was Dime's skin had become broken, bruised and a gash above his right eye had now left a large scar. He made a vow when he saw these men that night that he would kill them, even if it killed him. The two men carried their prisoner towards the cell and chucked him inside. Kicking and punching could be heard as the man was silenced after he tried to protest and argue. Soon the man would learn not to argue, you couldn't beat this corrupt authority. As the two men closed the cage, not fit for an animal, they turned to leave the room. Coming close to cell that Dime resided in, Dime slid over to the bars and peered out. They were drunk. Both guards were stinking drunk. Dime, also the oppurtunist quickly formulated a plan, he reached out and pulled on the shirt of the guard. Immediately, in a drunken haste the guard attempted to fight Dime but he was able to pull his arm between the bars. The other guard opened the gate and they both rushed in, kicking and shouting at Dime. Dime huddled up as they kicked broke his nose and left his with a large bruise the size of a base ball on his stomach. Sneering at Dime, they left the cell and locked it after them and left again in drunken laughter. In the dark, Dime smiled and shook his head. Tonight, he would escape he tought, pulling the guard's keys from under the matress that he had grabbing while pulling him through the bars. Tonight, he would return to his spree of crime.