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Chapter 1: My name is...



    "It's been so long, so long..." A lonely voice thought within the vastness of his mind and soul. So far it felt the only place under his control and the only thing that was his.



    He wished and tried his best to detach from the reality that had become his living nightmare for the past years. Stinging vividly in his mind and almost forgetting. "How many years has it been?" he thought to himself "I can't really tell..." Dread began to creep up as he began to wonder if it had been that long. He tried to think back, count the days but all was a blur. Even so, memories and recalling was the he could do to pass the time in immobility other than look at the almost tranquil surroundings. Only able to turn his head to see what had changed in his place, only not daring to look down at his own hodgepodge of a body.



    His mismatched eyes lifted up to scout trees and bushes that stood around his crouched stance. Listening as the wind started to rustle the leaves and branches making a song he could at least appreciate as a highpoint of his day.



    The wind began to blow harder with every passing second and the cold air was sending a chill through him but his bones didn't shivered and his muscles didn't tremble. It was all the same to a lifeless body. His gaze went up the tree to stare up at the sky of the evening, seeing the sun had long gone by now, hidden between the darkened cloud. Rain would begin soon.



    "I have been out here for hours," he thought in disappointment. It was about then that he caught a glimpse of a creature in the green. A little squirrel that was scampering from branch to branch of the tree before him. Its fur bristled for a moment as the first cold drops of water began to fall around. In that moment, it stared down at him and tilted its head in curiosity as if wondering what was that large gray person? A statue? A corpse? Or an enemy?



    "If you could only help me," the prisoner inside the large figured muttered deep in thought. It was about then that the little squirrel quickly scampered off into the hole of a tree. "Just run... everybody does..."



    And then he was alone, sitting crouched down under the shadow of the trees, bathed by the cold rain.



    "I guess I should be glad I am not doing anything," he thought with boredom as his eyes went down to look to the large limb that was coming out of his broad shoulders. His arm or the arm of the body he inhabited, it was giant, overly bulky to the point it was almost sickening. And looked even far stronger and impressive than a man who overuses steroids. His skin was gray, almost as hard as stone, petrified and as thick as a rhinoceros hide. Grafted onto its surface were the black lines of a so called enchantments his torturer had grafted him. He knew he looked worse, aware that a pair of thick steel rods was impaled into his back from the last combat. He was a monster, and he was now starting to feel that would be forever.



    He felt like a giant stone. "Stay, don't move an inch until..." he thought making a mockery of the order given to him some time along just as the cold rain began to fall.



    Times of tranquility gave him peace in his surroundings and in the knowledge that no one would get hurt, at least by his hand... but it also opened his mind to remember the things he had done and in itself, they became their own brand of pain and agony as he began to reminisce a better life and the turning point that sealed his fate.



    He remembered being happy. Once a man. "I had a name..." A good man in the service of others. "I was a nurse..." He would tend to those injured and help them get better. It wasn't much, but it was as he tried to be better. "I was studying to become a doctor." Even though work and life were hard to get by, he always found solace and comfort under his ceiling. "I had a wife..." he thought as the image of a woman began to form in his mind. A woman of long black hair and fair skin. Short in height but at the same time, pretty and cute in her own way. He still remembered her soft and warm embrace, wrapping her arms around his once human neck. The image of a little girl strode over to meet up with them. She had her mother's nose and smile but her father's eyes and hair color "And a daughter..." his inner voice became strained, and a growl came out from his closed malformed mouth. "I lived at..." He thought but the image became blurry.



    "Why? Why?" The man grumbled poorly. His memories made it all for the worse and even then, the thought of losing them was the final thing that would break him.



    "How did you get here?" was the question he always asked himself in all the time. No matter how much he tried, all the time he was still, his mind would inevitably wander remembering the scenes quite vividly.



    He remembered that fateful night long time ago. He was walking back home with his family after enjoying his daughter's piano recital. She was a smart girl, promising in the instrument and she received the praises and love from her mom and dad on the way back.



    They were decently positioned and things seemed to be looking up for them, that much he remembered "We were going to buy a new car," he remembered "Had we had it, all would've gone differently."



    "We took the bus and the transport dropped us a couple of blocks from our modest apartment building in the city and they decided to cut path by making their way down the street.



    "We had a fight with my wife... I don't remember what it was about, but we were mad at each other before going to the recital..." he remembered.



    That night, however, the street was strangely empty and as both he and his wife traversed it, the lights began to dim and go off, some even shattering. His daughter, Trish was scared and immediately jumped for her father.



    And it was then that... he appeared. "That man..." he thought with a muffled guttural growl that escaped his lips. That man appeared, out of the black. Dressed in a long black leather coat and bearing the appearance of a traveler. He held them at knife point. Trashcans were hurled into the air as electricity seemed to come out of his arms, proving that he was back too powerful, beyond their understanding. He was looking for "a plaything."



    "And I stepped up..." he thought, remembering how he waled up to the man, valiantly offering himself if he didn't hurt his family. And then, the stranger, Roland, took him. "That monster took me away from them... to his lair... did unspeakable things, causing a lot of pain." Even though he could barely move, his hand clenched harder against the dirt.



    "For days, he did with me as he wanted. He broke my bones, opened up, drew my blood and kept me prisoner for a long time... Then, he killed me... Without mercy." He thought, angering him to no bounds as he remembered the moments.



    The memory was so vivid and hurtful, he could remember how it all happened... Something he tried not to do. "But I didn't die then and there... instead I woke up in this... as this... the killing machine. The Ogre. Unable to do anything on his own but follow Roland's orders with almost no autonomy or discretion of my own," He repeated to himself as he looked down at his own reflection. Seeing the deformed face of the creature his captor had put together just to be his servant. The eyes were beady, mismatched and dull; the body bore the scars of his battles and the stitches of its creation. His nose was broken but he didn't need to breath, and his mouth was sewn oddly into a permanent scowl. Unable to talk or cry. He just wanted to punch his reflection...



    "I-I..." he thought for a moment in concern and self-doubt as he stared down at his reflection for a moment. Questions he often asked himself popped in his mind, but now he didn't even try to answer them anymore. Instead he just allowed his mind to blank out on them, letting the questions linger. "How long will I remain... like this?"



    A loud sharp whistle came on from far away, interrupting his thoughts; he knew and has heard many and many times before. "Shit... I had hoped he would've failed..." he thought as his body suddenly propped itself up, almost as if chains were broken, he found himself able to move, only responding as commanded.



    He pulled himself up and his head turned to the right, facing the nearest city down the hill he stood by. This city was built with classic antique masonry. Houses were built with a Victorian appearance, cathedrals with Gothic architecture incorporated onto their designs and streets made out of cobbled stones and dirt where horses trotted. It's been years since he had last seen a modern building. It was just enough to know that he wasn't in the world he knew.



    Despite him wanting to be late, wishing himself being able of staying behind and not assisting the man that turned him into a monster, the monster's motor brain ordered his body to move on its own volition.



    As if in autopilot, he flexed his legs just to build up the power and suddenly found himself leaping into the sky.



    Immediately, he found himself soaring up through the air at the speed of a cannonball. Thunders boomed in the back as he passed by and the rain was already starting to become a downpour.



    The soul within the monster shuddered inwardly with fear as he saw the landscape shrink around him while he drew near the ground, gaining speed for the landing. It wasn't, by far, the first time he did this, yet it always sent a chill of fear until the moment of the landing.



    Stones flew as the floor cracked under his weight and a cloud of dust and dirt was lifted as his feet hit the floor, yet despite that, his body felt nothing.



    "Damn you..." Ogre tried to tell Roland but instead it just came out as a grunt. The smoke and dust dissipated and revealed his own opponents of the mission. Men clad in white and blue armor and bearing different medieval weapons. He recognized their organization by the colors and styles of the armor. Two of them were clad in heavy armor, holding a large mace and a sword, one was an unarmed warrior with a very outstanding physique and another stood on the side of the formation, holding an open book. Experience told him he was a spellcaster, a man adept in using magic as it seemed common in this world. They did amazing things, some greater than Roland, others not as impressive... but everyone in this world had the potential for terrible things. And as the experience had come to teach him, he hated them all. Even though they were just four, they would be a nuisance.



    "Ogre, so glad you could join us," Roland said with an almost amused tone, one that irked him for a long time. "Take care of them, I will just walk away," he mused as he just turned around to head off.



    "The guardians" they were called. Zealous men of sword and sorcery of this strange world. The supposed good guys that were meant to protect the innocent and punish those evil doers. "If they could only capture Roland," The monster brought him to hope within his mind. But no matter how much he tried to hold back the punches when he was ordered, Roland was a very slippery person, and he wouldn't go down that easily. It certainly didn't help they were focused on fighting the Ogre rather than his controller.



    "Get Roland!" the man clad in the armor yelled, lifting up his blade to issue the order. Two of the guardians, one armed with a mace and the other, a spell book, immediately darted his way, flanking him right away and making their way over to his master. "Get him... please." Ogre thought pleadingly as his gaze remained focused at the two remaining opponents. His large hands clenched into fists as he felt the body compelled to obey Roland's orders and knew already he would have to fight. Forcing him into releasing a loud roar as a warning.



    He began the fight by throwing the first punch towards the man in armor, assuming he could take a better beating. His first hit was a miss, and awarded him with a swing from the knight's blade. Instead, the edge just bounced against Ogre's thick hide. Much to the anguish of the man inside. "That won't work..." he thought as his arm swung away, throwing the guardian back as the other came his way "My skin is too thick and the tattoos are enchanted with a forcefield."



    "If there is any damage, I can't feel it!" He mentally screamed before he immediately set off in an stampede against the other "Just get out of the way!"



     A loud crash followed by a cloud of smoke and water raised upon impact. He had crashed against the fountain in his way. "Help me..." he thought in despair hoping that today would be the day the guardians would kill him after all the struggles.



    His beady eyes looked back just in time to see the other guardian reunite with the other. "I am a human, I was one like you," The prisoner thought in bitterness as he pulled himself up from the wrecked remains of the fountain, once again, not feeling a thing.



    The younger guardian got up and began to sprout fur, starting to shift and change into a more wild and burly figure. His face started to push out into a long canine muzzle as his claws glinted as they emerged revealing his inhumanity. "A werewolf..." Ogre's memory flashed back to a time where he was just sporting the new body and was pitted into a fight with one of their kin, wild ones. Even with their enhanced strength, the beasts were nothing to Ogre's punches, breaking many muzzles and, regretfully, killing some.



    At that time, Roland was making his act with the guardians, killing them with great skill and speed, relishing in his power. "I have been on the receiving end of that touch... it's not pretty," Ogre thought forcing himself to look away from the deeds of his tormentor. Sadly, his body seemed to get a better idea and immediately prepared to charge after the werewolf became distracted by the scene, fist up high to land a killer blow.



    "Focus Jensen!" the other guardian snapped and the werewolf immediately became aware of his attack, jumping a step out of the way just before his fist plunged itself into the ground.



    "Thank you..." the prisoner was glad the beast man got warned just in time before the it, but his body didn't wait more time before lunging itself towards the two, arm reeled back just to unleash a hard hit on the werewolf, but he managed to pull his arms back to block the strike. And unfortunately, that just prompted his body to release punch after punch.



    The beast managed to dodge some of them, but others landed on his skin throwing him back but barely breaking the concentration. With every single hit, the glyphs etched around his fists began to glow red.



    "Shit," Ogre's inner voice thought before both palms came together in a deafening slap before unleashing a hard punch with a heated red fist that landed on the werewolf. Before suddenly becoming an explosion of energy that threw the guardian far back and away.



    "Please, be alive," the prisoner thought in despair as he surveyed his result as he stared at his red fist slowly cooling down, releasing a trail of steam up into the rained air cooling down. The skin on his knuckles were beginning to crack, as was usually the case with this sort of attack. "And yet I can’t feel anything... please, be alive, and kill me."



    "Ogre!" Roland's voice came in sharp and cutting, immediately making his body listen to any order he said "We are wasting our time!" he claimed making his way to his black steed and climbing on. "Let's get going before the cavalry arrives," he pulled the reins of his mount and tried to make it run out of the city. The animal reared, and that was the time where the guardian's mage took a shot at Roland, hurling a ball of fire just to knock him off. "Yes! Yes!" Ogre thought in anticipation, hoping for the guardian. But somehow, he managed to dodge the attack.



    "Ogre! Kill him!" Roland ordered in fit annoyance.



    "No... please, not that." The inner prisoner cried as Ogre let out a grunt. His hand quickly reached to grab up a nearby carriage stand a salesman might have owned. His large hands gripped the wood and steel linings, immediately cracking the former and bending the latter only to immediately throw it at the mage with such swiftness and speed, it took the poor soul by surprise as the stand tumbled on the floor, taking the guardian with it, definitely killing it. "No..." the trapped soul thought.



    "Good work, my monster!" Roland smirked, looking quite impressed by the kill.



    He couldn't bring himself to watch what he just did "I wish I could've missed..." he thought in anger at his situation just as Roland kicked the horse into trotting towards the exit, making his way past him with a maniacal laugh "Follow me, you big brute!" Roland called, much to the prisoner's anger.



    "I wish it had been you," the prisoner thought inwardly just as his balance was topped and he saw, but not felt himself fall down, tackled down by the large beast. Snarling and growling, his hand ran down slashing his body, prompting a growl escape from the flesh golem's lips.



    "Go after him!" The voice within the monster thought as he threw his arm around, forcing the guardian, to back away, dodging the hit but instead lunging forth again, this time his fangs sunk into his big arm as he kept on clawing, trying to keep him from running. "Please," The voice thought inwardly as he caught a glimpse of the magic waning from around.



    "At least destroy me." Ogre urged them as the protection enchantment covering his arm broke at last, allowing him to scrape the dead hide underneath. "I will maul you!" the werewolf challenged as he kept on lashing out with wild fury at Ogre. He could see the rage in the beast’s eyes but couldn't feel his attacks even though they began to draw the putrid blood that coursed through him.



    But the orders compelled the body of the monster to obey his latest order "Follow me," Roland had ordered, and his body obeyed, immediately flexing his arm before releasing himself from the werewolf, Jensen, by snapping and hurling him away. The beast, persistent as he might be, landed on all fours, looking up with an aggressive snarl. "I am sorry. Here is where I leave," the prisoner thought as he flexed his legs and broke into a deadly sprint follow Roland's tracks, the magic grafted on his body, orientated him where his master and captor was.



    "Almost... they almost take me down," Ogre thought in annoyance "They could've defeated me and I would've died and being free..." he thought bitterly as he took quick and heavy strides towards the forest, lashing in anger his arm against trees and branches, watching how he knocked them down.



    The run took little time as he arrived up to the escalating road where Roland was hastily making his retreat on the black steed. Keeping himself at a steady pace, Ogre found himself quickly sidetracked by the large werewolf, now in his full direwolf form and ridden by the other guardian.



    "You might do it..." The prisoner found himself thinking with renewed hopes as he saw the wolf quickly catch up with Roland's horse and try to bite the mount's hindquarters, but the horse quickly veered right, making his way around he hill overlooking the other side of the mount.



    The road ahead was quite steep, and there was little place for maneuvering or it would spell a long and deadly fall into the forest below. "They might do it," The prisoner thought as the guardians drew near Roland.



    "Why don't you two just give up?!" Roland sneered as they drew closer, nipping his heels "Ogre! Protect me!" he demanded to the top of his lungs. "Shut up! Shut up!" the prisoner urged, forcing a roar out of the monster's mouth as he began to sprint out at a much greater pace, quickly finding catching up with the.



    "Just keep going, the prize is near. Hang on," the prisoner overheard the other guardian say muttered, lifting up his arm just in time to prepare to cast a new spell. This time he fired three bolts of energy, one of which struck Roland's back, much to the prisoner's pleasure, but the man steadied himself and continued.



    The wolf immediately disappeared and darted closer to Roland's horse, already preparing itself to scare the nag off. "You two are close... do it!" The man within the monster begged, but before anything could happen. The ogre let out a loud roar before flexing his legs in mid run, hopping a couple of times, gaining the momentum with each heavy stride before immediately propelling itself into the air, cutting road on the curve by landing before them once again making the ground tremble under his footing.



    Luck was on his side as Roland's horse was immediately scared by the creature that just appeared in the way and neighed in distress, rearing his body back just to hurl its rider out and onto the ground before it ran away. "Yes," Ogre thought in relief.



    "Jensen, are you alright?" Ogre heard the armored guardian ask his partner, quickly dismounting him.



    "Damn it you big brute!" The necromancer yelled in annoyance as he forced himself up from the ground, holding his arm, badly scraped and red.



    "Whine all you want, They will take you down..." Ogre thought self-pleased when he saw his puppeteer injured. Even then, the young man wasn't that willing to give up. His hand began to glow with silvery magic, "healing magic," Ogre knew, having seen him use that kind of ability.



    "Ogre!" Roland snapped "Break them!" He ordered trying to stay away.



    "No... Someone get him!" he thought out loud but was aware no one could hear them before suddenly turning to face the two guardians and immediately charge shoulder first towards them.



    "Go after Roland! I will get the ogre!" The armored guardian snapped at his partner who quickly darted towards him. As a reflex, the golem tried to reach out to catch him, but luckily, the werewolf was nimbler and more agile, immediately skipping to the side, ducking under his attack before going after Roland.



    "Yes!" The prisoner thought, glad that he had failed part of the order and prayed for Roland's demise before he would "Break" the armored guardian. "Your fight is with me!" he called valiantly and prompting the golem to move after him in a fight while hurling some bolts of energy to get his attention.



    The prisoner looked down at him and saw his own actions, how his fist went up, getting ready to be slammed down onto the guardian as he tried to hold back and made as many mistakes as possible. Sadly, he felt no autonomy margin as his hand went down. Luckily, the knight was quick enough to jump away, avoiding the bulk of the impact.



    "Come on, come on" the prisoner thought as his body went on with the fight, throwing attack after attack towards the guardian, missing as the man began to notice the pattern of the punches. "If that wolf can take down Roland it will all be over," Ogre thought inwardly as he kept on, doing what little he could to sabotage his performance, yet he couldn't hold back his strength.



    But his movements were suddenly interrupted when the ground suddenly shook up and then down, almost making ogre lose his footing. "What the hell?" Ogre thought in urgency before turning over to look at Roland standing far away, holding what seemed to be a vial in one hand and his hand shinning with making as the spell over the ground was casted.



    "Shit," Ogre muttered. He knew that Roland used earth type spells to dig out corpses far easier, only that this one was far stronger than he remembered. And soon he knew why. His mind jumping days back to a meeting Roland had with his business partner, Elliot, within the grounds he stole by becoming a widower. The man was in the drug business and he commerced with magical steroids among them.



    "Jensen!" the guardian before him cried out. The monster's reflex immediately threw his arm around, immediately striking the armored guardian, sending him rolling on the road, almost close to the edge, with his sword tumbling a couple of steps out of reach. "No!" the prisoner screamed from within.



    "Its shield is down!" The man called.



    "That man seems to be the leader of the team. Get him!" Ogre heard Roland order from behind him and his body responded on its own. The monster's body understood who he was talking about, the armored guardian and already prepared to smash him under his heavy fist, but again, the man's reflexes acted and he rolled away for his sword and deliver a heavy slash to his right arm. The sword cut through the now unshielded hide, digging itself far deep into his flesh before lodging into the hard bone. "Shit... that would've hurt if I could've felt it," The prisoner thought as he stared "This has to be among my worst ten injuries," he mentally winced.



    His thought were suddenly cut as his body was thrown forth as the werewolf climbed up on him, snarling warningly as his fangs sunk into his body. The trapped one let out a cry of surprise, which Ogre translated into a snarl as the large beast stood on his back, constantly trying to dig more into his skin.



    "Get Roland!" the prisoner mentally yelled struggling with the transformed guardian on his back, trying to shake him off before reaching back to grab him but he kept on latching to his hide.



    "Just give up already!" Jensen snarled carving the flesh off his back.



    "I wish I could!" The prisoner thought.



    "Jensen! Get my sword!" The other guardian called, having managed to evade the Ogre's thrashing struggle. It was then that he managed to get a hold of the wolf's muzzle and immediately hurled him out of the way. Fortunately, the guardian barely sustained an injury and stood by the side of his partner.



    "What are you doing?!" The Ogre thought "Get Roland before he flees!" he wished he could yell at them, but his body growled instead. His body reacted to the anger reaching for one of the iron bars that that were embedded into his body with his other hand. Again, he didn't feel a thing as a the large steel bar came off with what he could guess was a gush of black blood. "Please, stop him..." He thought urgently, seeing how they were determined to take him down and how the road kept on trying to shake, starting to slide down the cliff. The situation became more dire to him as he heard the guardians talking about taking him down instead of the notorious criminal. The man that had taken everything away from him. The indignation of the situation was already getting him.



    Seeing the flashes of his past, the faces of his daughter and wife and the final moments with them he screamed, releasing a roar that vented all his frustrations. His body stampeded after the guardians with his eyes fixed at the two as his hand swept the large club. "Go after him! Not me!"



    The two managed to jump out of the way of the swing, and as per the order given, Ogre took after the armored guardian. "Silas!" the wolf called just as the monster failed a strike with the rod.



    He kept on swinging and missing, with greater strength the angrier the person within him felt. "Why can't you free me!? Why can't nobody release me?! Why me?!" he demanded to know but it all just came out as the monster's grunts, culminating with a slam on the ground that made the section they were on rock unsteadily.



    His gaze went down to the man that was to be his target and his right hand closed into a large fist that prepared to pummel the guardian, Silas' head into the dirt.



    In an instant, Jensen, the werewolf, appeared out of nowhere, leaping to the air just to grab the edge of the sword that was still lodged in his flesh and bone. Making use of all of his strength, weight and movement, he pushes the blade past the long hard bones to the remaining of the arm with hard cut.



    The attack stopped for a moment as his hand collapsed on the ground with a heavy thud. "Yes!" the prisoner within could only think in relief as his gaze crossed with his attacker's. "Nice attack," he thought, even though he knew that for the guardian that look would be a glare. Seeing him armed with the sword of his comrade and certain that his magic shield was broken, he knew he didn't have a chance.



    Yet, before the fight could go on, the once solid underneath their feet began to break apart from the road beneath them. "Roland's work," The soul within Ogre thought as his body stood unshaken. The werewolf staggered as their arena trembled, but his opponent didn't and instead threw a punch with his only able hand, sending him flying back, along with the sword.



    "Damn you Roland," Ogre's mind cursed looking up, seeing how much the ground beneath slide down at a steady pace. The whole face of the mountain seemed to start to fall off as a result and it would all soon break into an avalanche. In fact, looking at his concentration, Roland was using his extra power to keep his side of the road from falling.



    His body, however, paid no attention to the surroundings, instead focused in the order. Moving in a blur, he quickly made his way towards the staggering guardian, Silas. Who, with the earth moving under his feet gave out and he fell on his back. Immediately he tried to hurl a bolt of white magic at his chest. The bolt soared through the air and hit his chest, spreading like fire before whisking away into the air and didn't stop him.



    With a grunt, Ogre's feet landed on Silas' legs, pinning him down with a scream. Inwardly, he could only imagine his bones straining and breaking under the weight of his body.



    Silas groaned and struggled to force himself free, but it was to no avail, there was no way he could move the heavy load the monster was. Instead, he joined hands to cast another spell. This one had his body covered in a crystal like aura, something the prisoner had seen many times before. It was a protection spell. A desperate one.



    "I want you to break his skull, Ogre!" Roland's voice deafened the thunders of the storm. The words hit hard into his core as he knew how his body would obey.



    "No!" The werewolf cried out.



    "I am sorry," a voice called from within Ogre as his left hand,casted aside the meat club, lifted up and drew closer to his exposed head.



    "Jensen..." Silas muttered as the hand enveloped him. His body weak and almost broken, he wasn't capable of escaping the hard iron grip as it began to fight the forcefield. The fighting spirit in his eyes starting to get mixed in an all too familiar fear.



    "P-Please... don't make me do this..." The prisoner in the flesh golem cried. Seeing Silas head up close as his was just becoming too heart-wrenching.



    His hand clenched around him, already starting to constrict, finding its progress stopped by the barrier spell he managed to cast before falling to his grip.



    "Please... I don't want to do this," Ogre thought inwardly as he saw the force field enforced, starting to glow brighter and apparent. The strain was beginning to affect the desperate spell. Through it, he saw how Silas eyes trembled as his struggles became more desperate, attempting to force. Fear and desperation set in as his determination waned.



    "Finish him!" Roland demanded, the words came in as brinks into the prisoner's heart as he knew his fingers clenched harder.



    "I'm sorry!" Ogre cried, letting out a loud roar as the shield broke with an audible crash as the forcefield broke and Ogre's hand closed into a fist around Silas' head with a sickening crunch. "Shit... shit..." the prisoner repeated over and over "I-I am a monster..." he thought as he saw his own hand start to open, revealing it fully dyed in blood with the fragments of skull and gray matter smeared on him and his memory stained by the sight of the man's last moments.



    "No!" the werewolf screamed as the rest of Silas body slumped over. Ogre's attention shifted to him just as Roland snapped another order "Now finish the other one!" he demanded.



    Once again, his body obeyed, compelled by the word he began to take slow and steady footsteps towards his direction.



    "No! Not another..." the voice within the monster begged.



    But when he took another of his heavy step towards the remaining guardian, the ground suddenly broke apart and fully collapsed, already turning their small piece of platform into part of the landslide.



    His body was still trying to make his way towards the werewolf, Jensen, to fulfill the order, but his body and weight was starting to sink into the earth and gravel as they began to slide down the face of the mountain. The landslide was beginning to pick up speed and movement became difficult for him.



    "So long, werewolf guardian!" Roland taunted from his safe island, growing more distant by the second. "And Ogre, good bye." His words held a part of remorse within them as he pulled his cloak over his head, disappearing over the cliff.



    Even so, his hand went towards Jensen but instead, missed lightly as the wolf pulled himself together "Stay away!" He called before driving his fist into Ogre's face, stunning the monster. While the other one, holding the sword immediately drove it down.



    Ogre's leg bit the edge and the guardian threw the sword again, again and again, in vicious succession until, suddenly, the blade made it to the other side and the monsters balance was toppled falling down on the dirt as the avalanche was beginning to engulf him.



    "He made it?" The prisoner thought as his body pathetically hunted for his target, lifting up his glance just to see the werewolf dig the blade into a thick tree to keep himself hanging away from the landslide.



    "Will I die now? Or remain trapped forever?" he thought as the rock and earth began to envelop him in the chaos of the avalanche, surfacing every now and then just to see the world spinning around him, but with the severed limbs, it was impossible to break free of the shifting earth.



    "I suppose the latter..." he thought "This body is not alive and my soul is just the battery, sealed within my being... My name I Forest... Forest Whitmore. And at least I won’t harm anyone now."

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Chapter 1: My name is...



    "It's been so long, so long..." A lonely voice thought within the vastness of his mind and soul. So far it felt the only place under his control and the only thing that was his.



    He wished and tried his best to detach from the reality that had become his living nightmare for the past years. Stinging vividly in his mind and almost forgetting. "How many years has it been?" he thought to himself "I can't really tell..." Dread began to creep up as he began to wonder if it had been that long. He tried to think back, count the days but all was a blur. Even so, memories and recalling was the he could do to pass the time in immobility other than look at the almost tranquil surroundings. Only able to turn his head to see what had changed in his place, only not daring to look down at his own hodgepodge of a body.



    His mismatched eyes lifted up to scout trees and bushes that stood around his crouched stance. Listening as the wind started to rustle the leaves and branches making a song he could at least appreciate as a highpoint of his day.



    The wind began to blow harder with every passing second and the cold air was sending a chill through him but his bones didn't shivered and his muscles didn't tremble. It was all the same to a lifeless body. His gaze went up the tree to stare up at the sky of the evening, seeing the sun had long gone by now, hidden between the darkened cloud. Rain would begin soon.



    "I have been out here for hours," he thought in disappointment. It was about then that he caught a glimpse of a creature in the green. A little squirrel that was scampering from branch to branch of the tree before him. Its fur bristled for a moment as the first cold drops of water began to fall around. In that moment, it stared down at him and tilted its head in curiosity as if wondering what was that large gray person? A statue? A corpse? Or an enemy?



    "If you could only help me," the prisoner inside the large figured muttered deep in thought. It was about then that the little squirrel quickly scampered off into the hole of a tree. "Just run... everybody does..."



    And then he was alone, sitting crouched down under the shadow of the trees, bathed by the cold rain.



    "I guess I should be glad I am not doing anything," he thought with boredom as his eyes went down to look to the large limb that was coming out of his broad shoulders. His arm or the arm of the body he inhabited, it was giant, overly bulky to the point it was almost sickening. And looked even far stronger and impressive than a man who overuses steroids. His skin was gray, almost as hard as stone, petrified and as thick as a rhinoceros hide. Grafted onto its surface were the black lines of a so called enchantments his torturer had grafted him. He knew he looked worse, aware that a pair of thick steel rods was impaled into his back from the last combat. He was a monster, and he was now starting to feel that would be forever.



    He felt like a giant stone. "Stay, don't move an inch until..." he thought making a mockery of the order given to him some time along just as the cold rain began to fall.



    Times of tranquility gave him peace in his surroundings and in the knowledge that no one would get hurt, at least by his hand... but it also opened his mind to remember the things he had done and in itself, they became their own brand of pain and agony as he began to reminisce a better life and the turning point that sealed his fate.



    He remembered being happy. Once a man. "I had a name..." A good man in the service of others. "I was a nurse..." He would tend to those injured and help them get better. It wasn't much, but it was as he tried to be better. "I was studying to become a doctor." Even though work and life were hard to get by, he always found solace and comfort under his ceiling. "I had a wife..." he thought as the image of a woman began to form in his mind. A woman of long black hair and fair skin. Short in height but at the same time, pretty and cute in her own way. He still remembered her soft and warm embrace, wrapping her arms around his once human neck. The image of a little girl strode over to meet up with them. She had her mother's nose and smile but her father's eyes and hair color "And a daughter..." his inner voice became strained, and a growl came out from his closed malformed mouth. "I lived at..." He thought but the image became blurry.



    "Why? Why?" The man grumbled poorly. His memories made it all for the worse and even then, the thought of losing them was the final thing that would break him.



    "How did you get here?" was the question he always asked himself in all the time. No matter how much he tried, all the time he was still, his mind would inevitably wander remembering the scenes quite vividly.



    He remembered that fateful night long time ago. He was walking back home with his family after enjoying his daughter's piano recital. She was a smart girl, promising in the instrument and she received the praises and love from her mom and dad on the way back.



    They were decently positioned and things seemed to be looking up for them, that much he remembered "We were going to buy a new car," he remembered "Had we had it, all would've gone differently."



    "We took the bus and the transport dropped us a couple of blocks from our modest apartment building in the city and they decided to cut path by making their way down the street.



    "We had a fight with my wife... I don't remember what it was about, but we were mad at each other before going to the recital..." he remembered.



    That night, however, the street was strangely empty and as both he and his wife traversed it, the lights began to dim and go off, some even shattering. His daughter, Trish was scared and immediately jumped for her father.



    And it was then that... he appeared. "That man..." he thought with a muffled guttural growl that escaped his lips. That man appeared, out of the black. Dressed in a long black leather coat and bearing the appearance of a traveler. He held them at knife point. Trashcans were hurled into the air as electricity seemed to come out of his arms, proving that he was back too powerful, beyond their understanding. He was looking for "a plaything."



    "And I stepped up..." he thought, remembering how he waled up to the man, valiantly offering himself if he didn't hurt his family. And then, the stranger, Roland, took him. "That monster took me away from them... to his lair... did unspeakable things, causing a lot of pain." Even though he could barely move, his hand clenched harder against the dirt.



    "For days, he did with me as he wanted. He broke my bones, opened up, drew my blood and kept me prisoner for a long time... Then, he killed me... Without mercy." He thought, angering him to no bounds as he remembered the moments.



    The memory was so vivid and hurtful, he could remember how it all happened... Something he tried not to do. "But I didn't die then and there... instead I woke up in this... as this... the killing machine. The Ogre. Unable to do anything on his own but follow Roland's orders with almost no autonomy or discretion of my own," He repeated to himself as he looked down at his own reflection. Seeing the deformed face of the creature his captor had put together just to be his servant. The eyes were beady, mismatched and dull; the body bore the scars of his battles and the stitches of its creation. His nose was broken but he didn't need to breath, and his mouth was sewn oddly into a permanent scowl. Unable to talk or cry. He just wanted to punch his reflection...



    "I-I..." he thought for a moment in concern and self-doubt as he stared down at his reflection for a moment. Questions he often asked himself popped in his mind, but now he didn't even try to answer them anymore. Instead he just allowed his mind to blank out on them, letting the questions linger. "How long will I remain... like this?"



    A loud sharp whistle came on from far away, interrupting his thoughts; he knew and has heard many and many times before. "Shit... I had hoped he would've failed..." he thought as his body suddenly propped itself up, almost as if chains were broken, he found himself able to move, only responding as commanded.



    He pulled himself up and his head turned to the right, facing the nearest city down the hill he stood by. This city was built with classic antique masonry. Houses were built with a Victorian appearance, cathedrals with Gothic architecture incorporated onto their designs and streets made out of cobbled stones and dirt where horses trotted. It's been years since he had last seen a modern building. It was just enough to know that he wasn't in the world he knew.



    Despite him wanting to be late, wishing himself being able of staying behind and not assisting the man that turned him into a monster, the monster's motor brain ordered his body to move on its own volition.



    As if in autopilot, he flexed his legs just to build up the power and suddenly found himself leaping into the sky.



    Immediately, he found himself soaring up through the air at the speed of a cannonball. Thunders boomed in the back as he passed by and the rain was already starting to become a downpour.



    The soul within the monster shuddered inwardly with fear as he saw the landscape shrink around him while he drew near the ground, gaining speed for the landing. It wasn't, by far, the first time he did this, yet it always sent a chill of fear until the moment of the landing.



    Stones flew as the floor cracked under his weight and a cloud of dust and dirt was lifted as his feet hit the floor, yet despite that, his body felt nothing.



    "Damn you..." Ogre tried to tell Roland but instead it just came out as a grunt. The smoke and dust dissipated and revealed his own opponents of the mission. Men clad in white and blue armor and bearing different medieval weapons. He recognized their organization by the colors and styles of the armor. Two of them were clad in heavy armor, holding a large mace and a sword, one was an unarmed warrior with a very outstanding physique and another stood on the side of the formation, holding an open book. Experience told him he was a spellcaster, a man adept in using magic as it seemed common in this world. They did amazing things, some greater than Roland, others not as impressive... but everyone in this world had the potential for terrible things. And as the experience had come to teach him, he hated them all. Even though they were just four, they would be a nuisance.



    "Ogre, so glad you could join us," Roland said with an almost amused tone, one that irked him for a long time. "Take care of them, I will just walk away," he mused as he just turned around to head off.



    "The guardians" they were called. Zealous men of sword and sorcery of this strange world. The supposed good guys that were meant to protect the innocent and punish those evil doers. "If they could only capture Roland," The monster brought him to hope within his mind. But no matter how much he tried to hold back the punches when he was ordered, Roland was a very slippery person, and he wouldn't go down that easily. It certainly didn't help they were focused on fighting the Ogre rather than his controller.



    "Get Roland!" the man clad in the armor yelled, lifting up his blade to issue the order. Two of the guardians, one armed with a mace and the other, a spell book, immediately darted his way, flanking him right away and making their way over to his master. "Get him... please." Ogre thought pleadingly as his gaze remained focused at the two remaining opponents. His large hands clenched into fists as he felt the body compelled to obey Roland's orders and knew already he would have to fight. Forcing him into releasing a loud roar as a warning.



    He began the fight by throwing the first punch towards the man in armor, assuming he could take a better beating. His first hit was a miss, and awarded him with a swing from the knight's blade. Instead, the edge just bounced against Ogre's thick hide. Much to the anguish of the man inside. "That won't work..." he thought as his arm swung away, throwing the guardian back as the other came his way "My skin is too thick and the tattoos are enchanted with a forcefield."



    "If there is any damage, I can't feel it!" He mentally screamed before he immediately set off in an stampede against the other "Just get out of the way!"



     A loud crash followed by a cloud of smoke and water raised upon impact. He had crashed against the fountain in his way. "Help me..." he thought in despair hoping that today would be the day the guardians would kill him after all the struggles.



    His beady eyes looked back just in time to see the other guardian reunite with the other. "I am a human, I was one like you," The prisoner thought in bitterness as he pulled himself up from the wrecked remains of the fountain, once again, not feeling a thing.



    The younger guardian got up and began to sprout fur, starting to shift and change into a more wild and burly figure. His face started to push out into a long canine muzzle as his claws glinted as they emerged revealing his inhumanity. "A werewolf..." Ogre's memory flashed back to a time where he was just sporting the new body and was pitted into a fight with one of their kin, wild ones. Even with their enhanced strength, the beasts were nothing to Ogre's punches, breaking many muzzles and, regretfully, killing some.



    At that time, Roland was making his act with the guardians, killing them with great skill and speed, relishing in his power. "I have been on the receiving end of that touch... it's not pretty," Ogre thought forcing himself to look away from the deeds of his tormentor. Sadly, his body seemed to get a better idea and immediately prepared to charge after the werewolf became distracted by the scene, fist up high to land a killer blow.



    "Focus Jensen!" the other guardian snapped and the werewolf immediately became aware of his attack, jumping a step out of the way just before his fist plunged itself into the ground.



    "Thank you..." the prisoner was glad the beast man got warned just in time before the it, but his body didn't wait more time before lunging itself towards the two, arm reeled back just to unleash a hard hit on the werewolf, but he managed to pull his arms back to block the strike. And unfortunately, that just prompted his body to release punch after punch.



    The beast managed to dodge some of them, but others landed on his skin throwing him back but barely breaking the concentration. With every single hit, the glyphs etched around his fists began to glow red.



    "Shit," Ogre's inner voice thought before both palms came together in a deafening slap before unleashing a hard punch with a heated red fist that landed on the werewolf. Before suddenly becoming an explosion of energy that threw the guardian far back and away.



    "Please, be alive," the prisoner thought in despair as he surveyed his result as he stared at his red fist slowly cooling down, releasing a trail of steam up into the rained air cooling down. The skin on his knuckles were beginning to crack, as was usually the case with this sort of attack. "And yet I can’t feel anything... please, be alive, and kill me."



    "Ogre!" Roland's voice came in sharp and cutting, immediately making his body listen to any order he said "We are wasting our time!" he claimed making his way to his black steed and climbing on. "Let's get going before the cavalry arrives," he pulled the reins of his mount and tried to make it run out of the city. The animal reared, and that was the time where the guardian's mage took a shot at Roland, hurling a ball of fire just to knock him off. "Yes! Yes!" Ogre thought in anticipation, hoping for the guardian. But somehow, he managed to dodge the attack.



    "Ogre! Kill him!" Roland ordered in fit annoyance.



    "No... please, not that." The inner prisoner cried as Ogre let out a grunt. His hand quickly reached to grab up a nearby carriage stand a salesman might have owned. His large hands gripped the wood and steel linings, immediately cracking the former and bending the latter only to immediately throw it at the mage with such swiftness and speed, it took the poor soul by surprise as the stand tumbled on the floor, taking the guardian with it, definitely killing it. "No..." the trapped soul thought.



    "Good work, my monster!" Roland smirked, looking quite impressed by the kill.



    He couldn't bring himself to watch what he just did "I wish I could've missed..." he thought in anger at his situation just as Roland kicked the horse into trotting towards the exit, making his way past him with a maniacal laugh "Follow me, you big brute!" Roland called, much to the prisoner's anger.



    "I wish it had been you," the prisoner thought inwardly just as his balance was topped and he saw, but not felt himself fall down, tackled down by the large beast. Snarling and growling, his hand ran down slashing his body, prompting a growl escape from the flesh golem's lips.



    "Go after him!" The voice within the monster thought as he threw his arm around, forcing the guardian, to back away, dodging the hit but instead lunging forth again, this time his fangs sunk into his big arm as he kept on clawing, trying to keep him from running. "Please," The voice thought inwardly as he caught a glimpse of the magic waning from around.



    "At least destroy me." Ogre urged them as the protection enchantment covering his arm broke at last, allowing him to scrape the dead hide underneath. "I will maul you!" the werewolf challenged as he kept on lashing out with wild fury at Ogre. He could see the rage in the beast’s eyes but couldn't feel his attacks even though they began to draw the putrid blood that coursed through him.



    But the orders compelled the body of the monster to obey his latest order "Follow me," Roland had ordered, and his body obeyed, immediately flexing his arm before releasing himself from the werewolf, Jensen, by snapping and hurling him away. The beast, persistent as he might be, landed on all fours, looking up with an aggressive snarl. "I am sorry. Here is where I leave," the prisoner thought as he flexed his legs and broke into a deadly sprint follow Roland's tracks, the magic grafted on his body, orientated him where his master and captor was.



    "Almost... they almost take me down," Ogre thought in annoyance "They could've defeated me and I would've died and being free..." he thought bitterly as he took quick and heavy strides towards the forest, lashing in anger his arm against trees and branches, watching how he knocked them down.



    The run took little time as he arrived up to the escalating road where Roland was hastily making his retreat on the black steed. Keeping himself at a steady pace, Ogre found himself quickly sidetracked by the large werewolf, now in his full direwolf form and ridden by the other guardian.



    "You might do it..." The prisoner found himself thinking with renewed hopes as he saw the wolf quickly catch up with Roland's horse and try to bite the mount's hindquarters, but the horse quickly veered right, making his way around he hill overlooking the other side of the mount.



    The road ahead was quite steep, and there was little place for maneuvering or it would spell a long and deadly fall into the forest below. "They might do it," The prisoner thought as the guardians drew near Roland.



    "Why don't you two just give up?!" Roland sneered as they drew closer, nipping his heels "Ogre! Protect me!" he demanded to the top of his lungs. "Shut up! Shut up!" the prisoner urged, forcing a roar out of the monster's mouth as he began to sprint out at a much greater pace, quickly finding catching up with the.



    "Just keep going, the prize is near. Hang on," the prisoner overheard the other guardian say muttered, lifting up his arm just in time to prepare to cast a new spell. This time he fired three bolts of energy, one of which struck Roland's back, much to the prisoner's pleasure, but the man steadied himself and continued.



    The wolf immediately disappeared and darted closer to Roland's horse, already preparing itself to scare the nag off. "You two are close... do it!" The man within the monster begged, but before anything could happen. The ogre let out a loud roar before flexing his legs in mid run, hopping a couple of times, gaining the momentum with each heavy stride before immediately propelling itself into the air, cutting road on the curve by landing before them once again making the ground tremble under his footing.



    Luck was on his side as Roland's horse was immediately scared by the creature that just appeared in the way and neighed in distress, rearing his body back just to hurl its rider out and onto the ground before it ran away. "Yes," Ogre thought in relief.



    "Jensen, are you alright?" Ogre heard the armored guardian ask his partner, quickly dismounting him.



    "Damn it you big brute!" The necromancer yelled in annoyance as he forced himself up from the ground, holding his arm, badly scraped and red.



    "Whine all you want, They will take you down..." Ogre thought self-pleased when he saw his puppeteer injured. Even then, the young man wasn't that willing to give up. His hand began to glow with silvery magic, "healing magic," Ogre knew, having seen him use that kind of ability.



    "Ogre!" Roland snapped "Break them!" He ordered trying to stay away.



    "No... Someone get him!" he thought out loud but was aware no one could hear them before suddenly turning to face the two guardians and immediately charge shoulder first towards them.



    "Go after Roland! I will get the ogre!" The armored guardian snapped at his partner who quickly darted towards him. As a reflex, the golem tried to reach out to catch him, but luckily, the werewolf was nimbler and more agile, immediately skipping to the side, ducking under his attack before going after Roland.



    "Yes!" The prisoner thought, glad that he had failed part of the order and prayed for Roland's demise before he would "Break" the armored guardian. "Your fight is with me!" he called valiantly and prompting the golem to move after him in a fight while hurling some bolts of energy to get his attention.



    The prisoner looked down at him and saw his own actions, how his fist went up, getting ready to be slammed down onto the guardian as he tried to hold back and made as many mistakes as possible. Sadly, he felt no autonomy margin as his hand went down. Luckily, the knight was quick enough to jump away, avoiding the bulk of the impact.



    "Come on, come on" the prisoner thought as his body went on with the fight, throwing attack after attack towards the guardian, missing as the man began to notice the pattern of the punches. "If that wolf can take down Roland it will all be over," Ogre thought inwardly as he kept on, doing what little he could to sabotage his performance, yet he couldn't hold back his strength.



    But his movements were suddenly interrupted when the ground suddenly shook up and then down, almost making ogre lose his footing. "What the hell?" Ogre thought in urgency before turning over to look at Roland standing far away, holding what seemed to be a vial in one hand and his hand shinning with making as the spell over the ground was casted.



    "Shit," Ogre muttered. He knew that Roland used earth type spells to dig out corpses far easier, only that this one was far stronger than he remembered. And soon he knew why. His mind jumping days back to a meeting Roland had with his business partner, Elliot, within the grounds he stole by becoming a widower. The man was in the drug business and he commerced with magical steroids among them.



    "Jensen!" the guardian before him cried out. The monster's reflex immediately threw his arm around, immediately striking the armored guardian, sending him rolling on the road, almost close to the edge, with his sword tumbling a couple of steps out of reach. "No!" the prisoner screamed from within.



    "Its shield is down!" The man called.



    "That man seems to be the leader of the team. Get him!" Ogre heard Roland order from behind him and his body responded on its own. The monster's body understood who he was talking about, the armored guardian and already prepared to smash him under his heavy fist, but again, the man's reflexes acted and he rolled away for his sword and deliver a heavy slash to his right arm. The sword cut through the now unshielded hide, digging itself far deep into his flesh before lodging into the hard bone. "Shit... that would've hurt if I could've felt it," The prisoner thought as he stared "This has to be among my worst ten injuries," he mentally winced.



    His thought were suddenly cut as his body was thrown forth as the werewolf climbed up on him, snarling warningly as his fangs sunk into his body. The trapped one let out a cry of surprise, which Ogre translated into a snarl as the large beast stood on his back, constantly trying to dig more into his skin.



    "Get Roland!" the prisoner mentally yelled struggling with the transformed guardian on his back, trying to shake him off before reaching back to grab him but he kept on latching to his hide.



    "Just give up already!" Jensen snarled carving the flesh off his back.



    "I wish I could!" The prisoner thought.



    "Jensen! Get my sword!" The other guardian called, having managed to evade the Ogre's thrashing struggle. It was then that he managed to get a hold of the wolf's muzzle and immediately hurled him out of the way. Fortunately, the guardian barely sustained an injury and stood by the side of his partner.



    "What are you doing?!" The Ogre thought "Get Roland before he flees!" he wished he could yell at them, but his body growled instead. His body reacted to the anger reaching for one of the iron bars that that were embedded into his body with his other hand. Again, he didn't feel a thing as a the large steel bar came off with what he could guess was a gush of black blood. "Please, stop him..." He thought urgently, seeing how they were determined to take him down and how the road kept on trying to shake, starting to slide down the cliff. The situation became more dire to him as he heard the guardians talking about taking him down instead of the notorious criminal. The man that had taken everything away from him. The indignation of the situation was already getting him.



    Seeing the flashes of his past, the faces of his daughter and wife and the final moments with them he screamed, releasing a roar that vented all his frustrations. His body stampeded after the guardians with his eyes fixed at the two as his hand swept the large club. "Go after him! Not me!"



    The two managed to jump out of the way of the swing, and as per the order given, Ogre took after the armored guardian. "Silas!" the wolf called just as the monster failed a strike with the rod.



    He kept on swinging and missing, with greater strength the angrier the person within him felt. "Why can't you free me!? Why can't nobody release me?! Why me?!" he demanded to know but it all just came out as the monster's grunts, culminating with a slam on the ground that made the section they were on rock unsteadily.



    His gaze went down to the man that was to be his target and his right hand closed into a large fist that prepared to pummel the guardian, Silas' head into the dirt.



    In an instant, Jensen, the werewolf, appeared out of nowhere, leaping to the air just to grab the edge of the sword that was still lodged in his flesh and bone. Making use of all of his strength, weight and movement, he pushes the blade past the long hard bones to the remaining of the arm with hard cut.



    The attack stopped for a moment as his hand collapsed on the ground with a heavy thud. "Yes!" the prisoner within could only think in relief as his gaze crossed with his attacker's. "Nice attack," he thought, even though he knew that for the guardian that look would be a glare. Seeing him armed with the sword of his comrade and certain that his magic shield was broken, he knew he didn't have a chance.



    Yet, before the fight could go on, the once solid underneath their feet began to break apart from the road beneath them. "Roland's work," The soul within Ogre thought as his body stood unshaken. The werewolf staggered as their arena trembled, but his opponent didn't and instead threw a punch with his only able hand, sending him flying back, along with the sword.



    "Damn you Roland," Ogre's mind cursed looking up, seeing how much the ground beneath slide down at a steady pace. The whole face of the mountain seemed to start to fall off as a result and it would all soon break into an avalanche. In fact, looking at his concentration, Roland was using his extra power to keep his side of the road from falling.



    His body, however, paid no attention to the surroundings, instead focused in the order. Moving in a blur, he quickly made his way towards the staggering guardian, Silas. Who, with the earth moving under his feet gave out and he fell on his back. Immediately he tried to hurl a bolt of white magic at his chest. The bolt soared through the air and hit his chest, spreading like fire before whisking away into the air and didn't stop him.



    With a grunt, Ogre's feet landed on Silas' legs, pinning him down with a scream. Inwardly, he could only imagine his bones straining and breaking under the weight of his body.



    Silas groaned and struggled to force himself free, but it was to no avail, there was no way he could move the heavy load the monster was. Instead, he joined hands to cast another spell. This one had his body covered in a crystal like aura, something the prisoner had seen many times before. It was a protection spell. A desperate one.



    "I want you to break his skull, Ogre!" Roland's voice deafened the thunders of the storm. The words hit hard into his core as he knew how his body would obey.



    "No!" The werewolf cried out.



    "I am sorry," a voice called from within Ogre as his left hand,casted aside the meat club, lifted up and drew closer to his exposed head.



    "Jensen..." Silas muttered as the hand enveloped him. His body weak and almost broken, he wasn't capable of escaping the hard iron grip as it began to fight the forcefield. The fighting spirit in his eyes starting to get mixed in an all too familiar fear.



    "P-Please... don't make me do this..." The prisoner in the flesh golem cried. Seeing Silas head up close as his was just becoming too heart-wrenching.



    His hand clenched around him, already starting to constrict, finding its progress stopped by the barrier spell he managed to cast before falling to his grip.



    "Please... I don't want to do this," Ogre thought inwardly as he saw the force field enforced, starting to glow brighter and apparent. The strain was beginning to affect the desperate spell. Through it, he saw how Silas eyes trembled as his struggles became more desperate, attempting to force. Fear and desperation set in as his determination waned.



    "Finish him!" Roland demanded, the words came in as brinks into the prisoner's heart as he knew his fingers clenched harder.



    "I'm sorry!" Ogre cried, letting out a loud roar as the shield broke with an audible crash as the forcefield broke and Ogre's hand closed into a fist around Silas' head with a sickening crunch. "Shit... shit..." the prisoner repeated over and over "I-I am a monster..." he thought as he saw his own hand start to open, revealing it fully dyed in blood with the fragments of skull and gray matter smeared on him and his memory stained by the sight of the man's last moments.



    "No!" the werewolf screamed as the rest of Silas body slumped over. Ogre's attention shifted to him just as Roland snapped another order "Now finish the other one!" he demanded.



    Once again, his body obeyed, compelled by the word he began to take slow and steady footsteps towards his direction.



    "No! Not another..." the voice within the monster begged.



    But when he took another of his heavy step towards the remaining guardian, the ground suddenly broke apart and fully collapsed, already turning their small piece of platform into part of the landslide.



    His body was still trying to make his way towards the werewolf, Jensen, to fulfill the order, but his body and weight was starting to sink into the earth and gravel as they began to slide down the face of the mountain. The landslide was beginning to pick up speed and movement became difficult for him.



    "So long, werewolf guardian!" Roland taunted from his safe island, growing more distant by the second. "And Ogre, good bye." His words held a part of remorse within them as he pulled his cloak over his head, disappearing over the cliff.



    Even so, his hand went towards Jensen but instead, missed lightly as the wolf pulled himself together "Stay away!" He called before driving his fist into Ogre's face, stunning the monster. While the other one, holding the sword immediately drove it down.



    Ogre's leg bit the edge and the guardian threw the sword again, again and again, in vicious succession until, suddenly, the blade made it to the other side and the monsters balance was toppled falling down on the dirt as the avalanche was beginning to engulf him.



    "He made it?" The prisoner thought as his body pathetically hunted for his target, lifting up his glance just to see the werewolf dig the blade into a thick tree to keep himself hanging away from the landslide.



    "Will I die now? Or remain trapped forever?" he thought as the rock and earth began to envelop him in the chaos of the avalanche, surfacing every now and then just to see the world spinning around him, but with the severed limbs, it was impossible to break free of the shifting earth.



    "I suppose the latter..." he thought "This body is not alive and my soul is just the battery, sealed within my being... My name I Forest... Forest Whitmore. And at least I won’t harm anyone now."