The prisoner lunged himself forward, using the weight of the boulder to swing himself closer towards the gates with one hand, and latching onto the ceiling with his other hand; digging into fortified titanium with his fingers like they are claws.
One more lunge and he would be on the gates. He would wait, hanging unto the ceiling by one hand for however long it would take until the guards outside opened the gates to come in from the outside to help search for him.
'Dumb*sses.'
He had to time this right.
About half a minute passed and sure enough,
*Scweeeeeee...*
The heavy doors were opened a crack and the walkway extended to let only two rows of soldiers in. Little did they know that the prisoner was lying in wait, planning to escape through the unavoidable crack atop the gates.
"Huff..."
In a flash, the prisoner lunged into the air, throwing his body unto the gates. Stealthy and silent as a shadow, he slipped outside through the little opening at the top, unnoticed until...
"Aaaaaaaawwwwhhhhh!", the prisoner yelped.
He had been completely flattened, plastered to the ground and unable to move even a muscle by the intense atmospheric pressure outside.
For every second he remained out there, more of his bones were crushed. Had he not been immortal, he would be dead right now.
Even the iron boulder was being dented more and more with each passing second.
"Quick! Take me back in!",
Gorak's words were starved of air as he was starting to suffocate. It was impossible to breathe out here. The air was too heavy to breathe.
The guards had half a mind to leave him there to continue getting crushed a while longer, but then their orders were to keep the prisoner alive, so they moved to help.
With the force of the atmospheric pressure, and the gigantic size of the prisoner, it took 15 of them to drag him back in, but by the time it was done, the prisoner had already passed out.
"He's unconscious?"
"Good thing we have these climate suits to protect us from the atmospheric pressure and the terrible cold. Otherwise, we'd be long dead."
"Mhm"
"He's truly incredible. A legend indeed. To think he clawed his way down here through the ceiling!"
"He was still wearing his bounds. I thought they were power-limiting. He's supposed to be as weak as a sickly human... how is he still this strong."
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"He carried the iron boulder and restraints all the way too...
Look! The boulder is terribly dented. It looks like crumpled up paper!"
"...."
"It's the strength of his determination."
"Yeah" "Yes." "Yup" "Definitely.", the guards collectively agreed.
"We have to tell the boss."
"Yes. But first, send him back to his cage."
"Aye aye, Captain."
"Heave... Ho! Heave... Ho! Heave... Ho!"
Just like that, 3 guards, each one two-thirds the size of the prisoner, dragged him by the chains on the floor all the way back to his cage where they reinstalled his restraints; stronger and better than they were before whilst he was yet unconscious.
Thus, the escape attempt of this prisoner came to a blank, sorry end.
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*'The Keepers' are gods; powerful immortal beings created to protect and control all realms of existence. They are entrusted with the duty of maintaining a balance between all realms, elements and creations made by the Creator.
Like humans, they have free will to do as they please with their immense powers, but will eventually be made to account for their actions.
But for some, they stopped listening when they heard "you have free will to do as you please"!!!!
They would do ONLY as they please.
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***Someplace far, far away in the Cosmos.***
A translucent purplish ball floats, suspended in space, looking much like the crystal ball of a gypsy fortune teller. Little would any know that this ball is a little planet; the dreary destination of a dark, gloomy and depressing Dungeon called "The Keepers' Hold".
Desolate. Isolated from any form of life whatsoever, this scary-looking dungeon is home to a sole prisoner, his torturer and his torturer's loyal minions.
Clad in jagged metal, shrouded in mist; a thick fog to reduce visibility, and suspended above an impassable terrain, the "Hold" is designed to discourage any ambitious visitors.
...
Within, a dark being clad in chains and a collar sits alone in his cell - a large cage within a dark dungeon, grave-deep in vengeful thoughts and plans of escape.
This brooding demon is the one and only prisoner of this dreary dungeon.
His name is Gorak. Keeper of Negative Emotions, and Prisoner of The Council of Keepers. A living Legend.
Fist clenched, foot unconsciously tapping out several decades of suppressed rage, anxiety and impatience, this dark, handsome and beautifully sculpted being thinks of the humiliation of his defeat, of being dragged away in chains like a common mortal, and imprisoned here. He! Imprisoned!
"How could I? I, Gorak...a god! A legendary Keeper...
How could I be caged for so long, like a common animal by the Council and their pet, Chalding?... that blasted being!
How long has it been?...213 years, 8 months and 17days."
He knew. He counted every day, every hour that passed so that when he finally got out, he would get revenge for every minute of his humiliation.
He clenched his fist tighter, making the veins on his arm and forehead pop, and grit his teeth as his blood boiled.
He would show them!
"But first...I must get out of here.
Why? Why is it so hard?", he mumbled under his breath.
He had tried everything possible to escape this prison. But nothing worked. This prison was just impossible.
'I'm not getting dumber... Chalding!
Damn him! He must have had help from other Keepers to build such a frustratingly difficult place to hold me!'
He was right. Chalding, Keeper of Retribution and Punishment, who had been charged by the Keepers' Council with punishing Gorak for his misdeeds, had sought and obtained the help of various Keepers in building The Hold.
The Keepers had willingly contributed their unique abilities into making The Hold into the hell hole it was...
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