A/N: A new Day, a new chapter. This one is another chapter, like chapter 6, that the people I asked to read what existed of my story through, before making a decision on to post or not to post, said they were not a fan of because of the subject matter.
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So this man will be my instructor for the next five years. But did he actually just call me a freak? From time to time the researchers use the word monster when they talk about me, but I don’t think anyone has ever called me a freak. I can accept being called a monster, but it’s rather displeasing to the ear to have someone call me a freak. Though, this man seems like the type that tries to degrade others every step of the way. At least, that’s my impression of him from the first words out of his mouth.
Pulling myself away from my thoughts I notice we have come to a stop in front of the man who will soon be my instructor and Rebecca is currently addressing him, “Why is it that your kind are always so unreasonable, the little freak? Did that truly have to be the first phrase that came out of your mouth? This is why calling in an ogre like you is a mistake. Even if you used to be an SS ranked slayer there is a limit to how belligerent you can be. No matter what glory's you achieved in the past, right now you are currently no different from the rest of us. Trash thrown away by the rest of the world left to rot for the sake of maintaining their fragile balance.”
Curious to see how my new instructor will react to Rebecca I crane my neck to look up at him. While looking up at my new instructor I also take notice of how he looks since this is the first time I have met an ogre.
My new instructor is bare chested allowing me to better examine him, but his body is pretty much what I saw from afar. All muscle not one scrap of fat anywhere in sight. What I could not see previously though is that scars cover his entire body. As for his face, he pretty much looks how I imagined, but his right eye seems to be missing along with his right ear.
As I examine my new instructor it’s easy to tell that he seems wholly unamused by Rebecca’s previous statement as he flatly states, “If I see a freak, then I call it a freak and what I see in front of me right now is a weak little whelp who has given up her pride. A weak little prideless whelp and the tiny freak she created. Now if the noisy little whelp would like to stop barking and leave, then I can begin the work I was paid for. Training. The. Little. Freak.”
Turning to look at Rebecca I can see her whole body trembling in anger and before things really get out of hand I decide to interject, “A monster, not freak.”
Upon hearing my statement my new instructor gives me an incredulous look before asking, “Now what the hell are you saying?”
I decide to be specific this time since he didn’t understand me the first time, “Being called monster preferred.”
Honestly, I would rather if neither the term monster nor the term freak is used to address me, but if I have to choose between the two then being called a monster is the lesser of two evils.
Rebecca is shaking her head at my response and my new instructor is just staring at me. I’m starting to second guess my decision slightly. My goal was to break the current atmosphere, but I wonder if my method was wrong.
After some time spent in tense silence, my instructor begins to laugh loudly as he says, “You know what never mind training this one might actually be worth my time. This little monster may not have any fire in its eyes, but after that little statement, I can tell that it also has no fear. Slowly teaching monsters the meaning of fear before ripping them limb from limb when they try to run. Now those were better days.
Actually one of the prideless whelps you call an associate told me something interesting.
No matter how much I break this little monster it can be fixed with some blood right? Ah, what a good toy you whelps have made and here I was thinking this job would be a boring waste of time. I am starting to understand why he told me to take this job.”
Well, forget about referring to this ogre as my instructor from now on. This ogre doesn’t seem like an instructor at all anymore. He is starting to sound more and more like a madman every time he opens his mouth. Hopefully, the researchers set some ground rules for him or this is going to be a horrible five years.
I look up at Rebecca hoping she has something to say about this, but instead she just looks dejected as she says, “Yes if you feed it blood or allow it to absorb blood through its skin it should heal just about any damage sustained, but do try to not break it mentally. We can’t have our weapon suffering from a mental breakdown. Once you complete it’s training our weapon will finally be ready for its first test run and we would like to have it functioning properly at that time.”
Having said her part I watch as Rebecca turns and walks away. When she is halfway to the door I hear the ogre yell out from behind me, “Don’t you worry by the time I’m done, your cute little weapon will be unbreakable. Well, that or completely broken. Depends on how tough you made the little monster.”
I watch Rebecca until she exits the door once more shaking her head and once she is completely out of sight I turn back to the ogre and cast {Status Other}.
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What? I can’t see this ogre’s status? So I have to survive five years with this maniacal ogre and I can’t find out anything about him. Well, this certainly makes my future look bleak. At this point, I can only resign myself to fate. There isn’t exactly anything I can do to get out of this situation with my own power and my only way out just threw me to the wolves. Well in my case I was thrown to a crazy ogre.
“What's the matter little monster? You look like your thinking real hard. Then again if you have time for thinking, then we can start with the training. Turn around and walk twenty steps forward. Now!” the ogre's condescending voice drags me from my thoughts.
Not wanting to get on the ogre's bad side already I turn around and hurry to walk to the instructed location. After ten steps I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my back and before I can assess what's happening my vision starts distorting. Not only that, but I also start feeling sick. Then the colors in the room brighten to an almost unbearable degree. Finally, my muscles give out and I collapse.
A pair of legs enters my field of vision while I am laying on the ground unable to move anything at all. I feel a hand grab my hair and yank my head up forcing my sight onto the ogre’s face. At the fringes of my vision, I can barely see a sword in his hand. The ogre lets go of my hair dropping me back to the floor.
As the pair of legs in my field of vision start to walk away I can hear the ogre start talking to himself, “Those damn whelps couldn’t have done any of this themselves? Well, it's not like I ain’t getting paid well for this job, but to think I have to raise this damn little monster’s resistances myself. Well then again if this little monster is as durable as they say, then I might be able to get this done faster than usual. Might even throw in a few extras maybe even try to add something new to the mix. Definitely going to have to ask for extra, payment, though.”
After the ogre stops talking the room falls into complete silence for a bit and then I hear his voice again right beside my ear, “So if you're still coherent enough to understand anything I am saying right now, congratulations. What's currently happening here is what I like to call a resistance training crash course. Not a widely popular method mind you mostly because most people that decide to try it die. But considering that you seem damn hard to kill this seems like a fun choice.
Now what has been done here is that I injected you with three extremely potent substances. A hallucinogenic, a rather potent poison, and a wonderful paralyzing toxin. The best part, all three were made by yours truly, me. Now this mix would normally be enough to kill an S ranked monster, but since they said your healing is excellent this should suffice to get the resistance training over with quite rapidly. Now by the end of this training you should be immune to all three of these lovely poisons, but why stop there? I say while we are at it, we can have a bit more fun.”
When the ogre finishes his sentence I can feel him pick up my arm. I can only try to mentally brace myself since I’m unsure what he plans to do. Suddenly I feel pain like never before along with what feels my arm being severed. Since I can’t scream and I can’t pass out no matter how much it hurts all that's left is for me to silently endure as the ogre cuts off my other arm.
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“Do you know what the beautiful part about this cocktail of poisons is? It’s not just the fact that this cocktail makes it impossible for the victim to lose consciousness. No this beautiful mix of mine also effectively amplifies the pain it’s victim feels about five times over. However, because of this wonderful mix, my privileges as a slayer were wrongly taken from me. Ah, they just don’t understand it’s beauty. Just think of the applications for it, but here I am prattling on while you slowly bleed away.
Now when most people train their resistances they only work on their poison, paralysis, and mental resistances. Now, that’s fine in battles against exotic monsters, but what about the battle against nature. I am talking about heat and cold resistances. While these are difficult to train rapidly there are indeed ways to do so. What do you think seals a bleeding wound better? Cauterizing or freezing?” Through the maddening amounts of pain, I can barely make out the ogre prattling on to himself.
Without any warning, I suddenly experience a new type of pain and I can smell the odor of burning flesh, as what remains of my left arm is cauterized. At the same time, I can feel the remains of my right arm being frozen solid.
At this point, I can hardly register anything other than pain as the ogre replicates to my legs what has happened to my arms. I barely feel the ogre place his hand on my back.
The ogre starts talking again, but the pain addles my brain so I only catch bits of what he is saying, “Did you know … there are … in the labyrinths … extreme mana … poisonous even to demons … people … possible to … resistance …”
Those are the last words I hear before a new feeling hits me. If what I felt before was pain then this is on an entirely different level. It is like having all the blood in my body suddenly turn into liquid fire. This liquid fire not only burns, but it also freezes, shifts from liquid to solid, flows forwards then backwards constantly in a state of utter chaos. Finally, my vision starts to fade to black, but before I pass out one last coherent thought forms in the chaos of my mind.
I have never managed to hate anyone in this life, but right now I hate this man. I want to kill this man. I will kill this man. I. Will. Slaughter. This. Ogre.
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“I think we can now consider your resistance training completed. Hm, to think it only took six months for you to completely resist my beautiful cocktail. But when that whelp told me you could be fixed with blood I really didn’t think it would ever work that well. That side effect was really something else, though, I even had to try a little that day. Alright ten minute break as usual, but afterward we are changing the curriculum!” I hear the demon ogre shout from across the room signaling me to stop running and take a break.
This damned ogre, who makes a person do strength training while poisoned? But at least I am immune to his poisons now. Every day for the first three months, well three months according to the ogre, was terrible. It was that damn mix of poisons, burning, freezing and worst of all mana poisoning at all times. When my body couldn’t take it anymore that damn ogre would just force feed me blood and then merrily continue his torture disguised as training.
As if building my resistances to various negative statuses along with heat and cold wasn’t enough. That damn crazy ogre had to add in mana resistance training. From what information I could gather from his insane ramblings mana poisoning is a big problem for adventures and he decided to use me to test whether training to resist it was feasible or not.
Mana poisoning is in essence when the body absorbs too much foreign mana, but I don’t really understand what it does to the body. Other than induce otherworldly amounts of pain of course. Under normal circumstances contracting mana poisoning seems impossible because the mana in the air is way too thin. But from what the ogre was saying there are places where it is a big problem. There is also the possibility of someone forcefully inserting their own mana into you, but the dangers seem equally high for the one inserting their mana if the receiver struggles at all.
The forced mana poisoning completely stopped having any effect on me rather quickly. Not that I wasn’t still at the mercy of the five other methods of torture he had and after three months, once I could barely stand under the effects of his poisons, that demon ogre even made me start strength training, while poisoned! Being the psychopathic ogre that he is my cold and heat torture were not neglected during that time.
Even if it was a method that I think would make even a serial killer cringe at least it was effective. Now no matter what poison that bastard uses I am now completely immune to it and I can no longer feel hot nor cold.
Not being able to feel hot or cold leaves me slightly conflicted because comfortable things like a hot shower or feeling a cool breeze on a hot day are no longer possible. On the other hand, it does mean I am now unaffected by things like fire, but I guess if someone did something like freezing me solid it would still suffocate me.
Looking up I see the ogre walking towards me. Remembering what he said about changing my training makes my body tense up involuntarily and I start trying to think of what possible ‘training' methods this sadistic psychopath could possibly come up with.
When he arrives in front of me the ogre crouches down grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eye before he says, “This next part is something I have always wanted to try. I did try it once with a two headed garm. The thing tried its best, but in the end, it simply broke. This time, however, I have you and since you set a new record time on completing my resistance training. Well, let's just say I have high hopes.”
As he lets me go the ogre stands back up and that is the last thing I see before the world goes completely dark. I notice that I’m still conscious, but that I can’t see. I decide the ogre must have done something to limit my sight. Suddenly I feel something wet running down my cheeks and so I reach up to touch it. I can tell the substance on my cheeks is a liquid, but it’s unknown to me what it is. I bring the fingers that touched the unknown liquid up to my nose, hoping I can figure out what it is by smell. The sharp smell of iron hits me and I realize that it’s … Blood.
Did that damn demonic ogre really just destroy my eyes? What the hell could he possibly have planned? This situation is also making me realize just how much of a problem it is for me not to feel pain anymore. It’s taken me way too long just to figure out that my eyes have been destroyed and this is a major wound. Just how many minor wounds could I pile up from now on without realizing it?
Another side effect from this demon ogres resistance torture was that eventually, I stopped feeling any pain when he cuts limbs off. At the time I had considered it a blessing, but I am now starting to realize just how much of a problem it actually is.
“Man what a boring reaction. You find out your eyes are missing and you just stop to think about something? Couldn’t you freak out a little and let me have some fun with this? Then again, there is plenty of fun to come with the upcoming training.
As you probably have figured out, you are currently blind. I can almost hear you wondering, why exactly did I need to blind you so violently. Well, there are two reasons, the first one is you are going to learn to detect and dodge me without your sight. As for the second reason, I ripped your eyes out because I hoped you would give me a good reaction. Gotta have some fun with this job right?
Oh by the way, I’m not only asking you to find and dodge me without sight. Your hearing has to go as well,” as he finishes his sentence I feel the demon ogres hands clap me on both ears and his condescendingly gleeful tone is the last thing I hear before the world falls silent.
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A/N: When asked the people I had read my story said that the idea for this character hit pretty much spot on. My thought process when creating this wonderful ogre was psychopath. Some people may not agree with a character like this, but the way I see it is, strife creates a need for strength and this guy is a perfect source of strife.