Omar blinked away the sweat from his brow as he strained to focus on the binding at his wrist, barely visible in the shadow cast by the large brazier swaying ominously above him. The air was stuffy and hot in contrast to the cold steel he was bound to. Once again he furiously tugged at the rope, binding his wrist. Omar wielded great strength, but as much as his muscles strained painfully, it was a futile attempt as the rough braids of rope cut deeper into his skin. Tired and sore he focused on another appendage. Kicking desperately at the binds he was beginning to lose hope as the layers of flesh began to peel off from his ankle, when suddenly he felt the rope give slightly. He continued frantically as the rope loosened from around him, pain slipping away as adrenaline coursed through him in his excitement.
The room erupted with a low, rumbling laughter as light flooded in from torches mounted around the room bursting into a steady flame. A now illuminated figure took a step toward Omar. "Tsk tsk, you thought escape would be so easy? Such naivety." The mans voice echoed around the chamber as he lifted his hand half-heartedly in the air and waved it, the binding at Omar's foot tightening painfully in response. Towering over Omar, every feature on the strangers face came into view. His face was entirely generic and plain, symmetrical and perfect but completely lacking character or emotion. He was well dressed, his shirt long and flowing, tucked neatly into his dark grey trousers. Buttons and edges lined with a deep metallic violet, adding a splash of color to the otherwise plain off-white shirt.
"Tell me where he is!" The stranger demanded, the power of his voice stirring the stifling air, reverberating around the room. Omar remained silent, refusing to speak. The man roared and shook in frustration, his long straight hair coming loose from the tight wrap holding it in place behind his head. He turned around, sliding his hand back over his head and regaining his composure. Walking to the foot of the bed the stranger spoke, more calmly this time, "Very well then, if you refuse to talk, I doubt you'll be needing this very much, will you?" The man thrust out his arm, a darkness streaming forth from the cuff of his sleeve beneath his hand. The dark form took shape as the head of a serpent jet lined toward Omar's face.
In the sudden fear and panic, Omar opened his mouth and screamed. The serpent continued, diving straight into his mouth and exploded in a puff of smoke. Omar's panic turned to confusion, wondering what had happened, when he realized his mouth was frozen open. The stranger leaped from the ground atop the table, straddling Omar and brought his hand down to his victims mouth. With sharp, talon-like fingers he grabbed Omar's tongue. Omar could feel the tips of the mans fingers piercing his flesh as the stranger raised his other hand, a straight razor flipping out from his other sleeve. A thin emotionless smile spread across his lips as the sharp edge neared Omar's face. Then came the pain.
The man slowly cut into Omar's tongue, sawing back and forth delicately, prolonging the procedure. Omar cried out hoarsely stifling back sobs as tears welled up in his eyes. The pain ringing through his head as his mouth began to fill with the warm metallic taste of his own blood. The stranger now held his tongue over top of him, blood still dripping onto Omar's face. The man suddenly snapped his attention toward the entrance, a low rumbling softly shaking the chamber, dust and tiny bits of debris briefly falling somewhere from the ceiling above. Quickly, the man dismounted and hurriedly rushed toward the only path from the chamber. Once again, Omar was alone to wallow in his own misery.
The maddening silence bore down on him, the air seeming to swell, the heat pressing down on him. His head pounding, blood still pouring from his mouth he began to notice a flickering of the shadows around the room. A soft breeze began, seeming to originate from inside the room itself. The air began to get lighter, the torches dancing madly as the air was sucked out from the room. The embers of the flames crackled as Omar began to get short of breath. He gasped as the wind picked up, his head spun and he felt as if he was about to pass out as a tremendous burst of wind came flying in, from the opposite direction. The brazier above him swayed violently and sprayed coals around the room in a bright shower of sparks right before everything went dark.
Unable to see anything, Omar heard a slight shuffle. He strained his eyes to peer into the darkness, listening to the silence. A tearing sound and small snap turned his attention to his wrist. The binding had vanished. In quick succession, the binding at his other hand and his feet were soon disposed as well. Uneasily Omar laid on the slab, expecting some sort of treacherous act or indication of his sudden release. Nothing came but silence. Omar rolled off the edge of the table, stumbling to the ground. His limbs were numb and exhausted from being stretched and bound so long. He fumbled his way to his feet and walked shakily in the darkness toward where he remembered the entryway. Finding the wall, he pressed his hand firmly up against the cold stone and used it to stable himself. With his circulation returning, the pain where the rope cut into him and the gaping wound where his tongue was became more prominent. Keeping his hand along the wall he shakily searched for a way out. The corridors wound and split and so many different intervals he wasn't even sure if he had left the chamber anymore. He felt he would be trapped in here or found by his captor.
Completely exhausted, Omar slumped down to one knee. His head pounding, his eyes tired from straining in the darkness. Between heartbeats, he did begin to notice a slight breeze. With renewed vigor he felt his way along, following the origin of the breeze. The tunnel began to lighten, the wall became more rugged as it turned from a carved wall to natural cave. He could see light. He could see his escape. As adrenaline filled him once again he burst into a full run. He ran right out of the entrance of the cave into a thick wood. Focused straight ahead of himself he continued to run for an indeterminable amount of time, until his legs would carry him no further. Omar came to a small clearing, only then realizing how quiet and empty these woods were. Before he could process another
thought, his body had reached his limit. He dropped to his knees, and fell forward, losing consciousness before his head made it to the ground.
Silenced
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