Raydom Shiz: Desmond's struggle pt.3

Under a starry night, an adult female stands in-front of a hut, patiently waiting for Desmond and Melissa to come home. Jewls wasn't the only one waiting for them, she felt something climbing her back, a little white furball was climbing from her left shoulder, she slightly turns her head to the little furball and sighed, "Desmond... I can't believe you and Melissa haven't come back yet..." Jewls worriedly sighed, she gently rubs Biscuit with her right hand. Biscuit felt so good from Jewls' caressing that it even rubbed it's face on the surface of her palm, "Atleast I have you to accompany me until they both arrived, Biscuit" Jewls said in a sad tone, Biscuit quietly squeeked as it's being caressed.

Jewls turns her head away from Biscuit including her hands, she then looks up on the starry night sky, "Desmond..." Jewls worriedly spoke of Desmond's name, "Desmond... yo..." her voice suddenly became quiet, "Desmond, I..." her left suddenly twitches as her voice gets louder, "Desmond... You...!" she forcefully closed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth, Biscuit tilted it's head towards Jewls, "Desmond, you are so dead to me when you come back home!" Jewls snapped shouting at the distant, raising her tightly clenched fist, Biscuit was startled and had to jump off Jewls' shoulder. She continued to complain everything about Desmond and his responsibilities and her stomach suddenly growled as she complained. She lost her strength and went down to her knees without a fight, "And bring me food, Melissa... Huhu" Jewls quietly cried, enduring her hungering pain with Biscuit's squeeks as her resentment and support, "Desmond, I miss you! Wah!" Jewls bursted out of tears.

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Desmond uncomfortably opened his eyes, scratching them before taking a good look around him. When he finally got his vision correct, he was actually sleeping on a cold stony floo. He tries to get up but his back still hurts from the last fight, "All of that was real huh... Argh!" he groaned. Still slightly unconscious, he slowly and painfully rose up from the ground ignoring anything from his surrounding. As he stood up from the ground, he looked around to find himself enclosed in a stony cube, the only thing that could give his attention were the iron bars entrapping him, he could see a tiny door shaped iron bar on the bottom left and a wall just two meters behind the bars, "A corridor huh..." Desmond silently whispered, he could also see two fire posts on the edges of his cell, "W-wait, where am I?!" he snapped himself out of uncosciousness, quickly walking up to the bars to grab them. He couldn't see anything farther than the fire posts, "Hey! Is anyone out there?! I shouldn't be in here!" Desmond shouted for an answer, it took a while before someone answered.

"Desmond?! Is that you?! Hey, are you there?!" Desmond could hear a voice from his left, he remembered whose voice it was, it belonged to Mr.Dellon. He could still remember how he said a lot of terrible things, but he remembered how amazing he was, being able to peform that awesome trick, "Desmond! Hey, Desmond! Answer back!" Desmond wasn't paying attention to his words, he tried to answer back but someone else did it for him.

"Shut up over there! I'm trying to sleep! Save your shouting when your about to die!" a low grunt-ish voice was shouting from the right of Desmond. Desmond was slightly suprised and had to back off from the bars. For some reason he couldn't talk, all he could do were little muffling sounds. He doesn't know why he can't speak, but he looked around in his cell for something to use but nothing of convinience came up.

"Die?! What do you mean when we're about to die? Are you the ones responsible for Prince Preppre's kidnap? Tell me you scums!" Desmond could hear Mr.Dellon's loud words echoing through the corridor. Even though he doesn't know how far the jailor is, he could hear the jailor getting up from his sleep. A few seconds later, he saw the jailor passing by his cell, he was big, angry and fat. Then suddenly, as the jailor pass by him the world suddenly slowed down around him, Desmond was startled by this. He didn't know what to do, everything was slowed down yet he himself could move normally like he was unaffected somehow. He stood idly and watched as the jailor slowly passed by his cell, when the jailor was finally at an unreachable spot, everything returned to normal. When he noticed, he shook his head and blinked a few times.

"What did you call me runt?! I can beat you up for all I care!" the jailor shouted, Desmond could hear a cell door being quickly opened.

"I ain't afraid you scum!" Mr.Dellon shouted, Desmond could hear the cell door closing.

"You wanted it runt, and you'll have it!" the jailor loudly growled, Desmond could hear him beating up Mr.Dellon. it was so loud he could hear Mr.Dellon's painful moans and cries, all Desmond could do is forcefully hear and listen to it, "You like it?! Huh?! Have some more!" Desmond could hear the jailor continuously beating Mr.Dellon to a pulp, Desmond wondered why Mr.Dellon isn't fighting back, "Have some of this! And more of this!" the jailor kept shouting, Desmond started to cover his ears and hope he would stop. It took a while before the painful moaning stopped, "That'll teach you a lesson, hope your buddy gets the idea aswell, hahaha!" the jailor satisfyingly laughed, Desmond couldn't hear anything from Mr.Dellon. Afterwards, he heard the cell opening and closing, the jailor continuously laughing.

He could hear the jailor's laugh getting nearer and nearer, Desmond didn't like to see the jailor but as the jailor finally reached a point of where Desmond could touch him, everything slowed down again, "This again? Why is this happening?" Desmond quietly said, as the jailor happily strolled pass Desmond's cell he noticed a bunch of dangling keys on the Jailor's backside. He kept looking at them and by the time did he knew what to do, the jailor had passed the cell completely, returning time to its normal speed.

"The world slows down as that man goes through my cell..." Desmond thought, "I wonder if I can use this chance to get out of here, but first, I need to find something to hit that jailor with..." he continued thinking deeply until he remembered about Melissa, "Melissa! I can't believe I forgot about her! Oh, I am so dead to Jewls, I know my own case of being so kind and helpful to others, Jewls always told me this case of severe helping will get me in trouble sleeping me day, I just had to stubborn about it! Now I don't know how long i've been asleep! I can't even find a window here! That's it, no more helping people out until I see Melissa!" Desmond angrily scolded himself.

Desmond thought of a plan, "Everything slows down everytime that man goes to my cell, if I use this to my advantage I can knock him out and I can grab the keys from his back side so I can use then to get out of here and go to Melissa!" Desmond then looked around the stony room for an object that could be used, he noticed a very pointy rock and reached for it, "This'll work, now how do I get the jailor's attention..." Desmond turned his head to the jail bars and thought of the next plan, "I don't want Dellon to be involved in this, he has his fair share of pain and I think it's my turn to receive some" Desmond gulped, he hid the pointy rock on his pant's pocket.

Desmond moved towards the bars and gripped them tightly, he thought of calling the jailor out and stab the back of his head to take him out and grab the keys. He deeply inhaled then exhaled, he repeated this for a few times then exhaled his last into a serious face, "Hey butthead! I need to have a word with you!" Desmond shouted his best insulting words, he knew what he had to do, if the world slowed down as the jailor gets to his cell, he will immediately stab the rock on the jailor's head and grab the keys. He already knew that if he failed, he will get a beating that even the golem can't accomplish. It took a while but no one came to his cell at all, he took a deep breathe and tried again, "Hey butthead! Can't you hear me?! I am calling you out!" Desmond shouted louder, he waited for a few minutes and heard a faint door creak, Desmond gulped and prepared himself, "Right here we go, I will get out of he-" Desmond didn't stop because he was about to stab the jailor's head, he stopped because he was completely horrified. The jailor was in-front of him but nothing was slowing down, Desmond's breathing was hastened and he could feel his heart beating quickly, "W-what happened to the slow motion? To the sluggish speed that is being given to everything but me?!" Desmond fearfully thought while looking at the jailor.

The jailor looked at Desmond with an intimidating look, "Hey... You're the one that said butthead right?" the jailor asked, Desmond bravely nodded and gulped, "I see, look buddy... I can your a masochist but I don't like giving my prisoners pleasure. I want my runts to feel pain, not pleasure so...." the jailor continued while rubbing the back of his head, "Look, if you want to feel pain that badly. Wait for your turn at the chamber, you'll feel the drowning pleasure" the jailor said, Desmond could tell he was getting bored of chatting.

Desmond quietly hissed, hating the fact that the jailor just pushed him aside, "W-what about Mr.Dellon huh?! He called you something rude and you beated him up!" Desmond loudly complained without shouting, he felt like he was standing on a land mine that was about to explode anytime.

"Butthead? The last time I remembered anyone saying that to me was when I was watching a comedic play, I kept laughing all the time at that play cause it was funny. Good memories I tell you but I think you had enough time for today, you both better get ready for tomorrow's sacrafice..." the jailor turned his head around, Desmond's eyes widened.

"There, no time to lose. I gotta get to Melissa now!" Desmond loudly thought, he quickly armed himself with the pointy rock in his pockets and quickly stabbed the jailor's head, the jailor couldn't react nor say anything since having a sharp object pierce his cranium then into the brain destroyed his senses completely, the jailor mindlessly gurgled as he went down bleeding from the back of his head. The jailor leaned his back on Desmond's cell bars then small amounts of blood splurted out of the jailor's head unto Desmond's shirt.

Desmond was slightly disgusted since this was the first time he had ever kill someone for the intentions of freedom. He was forced to look at the gruesome sight of a dying body struggling on his cellar cage with an obvious signs of attack on the head. After a few seconds, Desmond was looking at a dead body on the ground leaning on his cell. Desmond regained conscience, "I can't believe I just did that, but... He did say me and Mr.Dellon were about to die, so it was for the intentions of freedom... Right?" Desmond consciously asked himself, "No, now's not the time to be sympathetic, he said we were gonna die so,I had to do what was best for me and Mr.Dellon. I gotta get out of here first" he shook his head from all the pity he has for the jailor, and went near the lifeless corpse.He slightly lift the jailor's body because it was sitting on top of the keys, after that, he deliberately ripped the keys off the pants and used them to unlock his cell door. He pushed the cell door and stepped outside leading to his almost achieved freedom.

Desmond took a deep breathe standing at the corridor hallway, "I might get claustrophobia just by being in that cage. I have to find Mr.Dellon first, he might still be alive" Desmond turned to his left, "I heard him from this path, just following this path and I'm sure I can meet up with his cell" Desmond continued and walked to the direction he was facing, leaving the cell and dead body behind. He didn't had time to have a leisurely walk and hurried past a couple of cells, and before he knew it, he was at Mr.Dellon's cell. He closely inspected the inside of the cell and saw him lying down all bruised but not bloodied, "That jailor must've known where to hit him for him to be left all bruised but not leaving a trace of blood at all" Desmond suspected but he didn't give a single sympathy eitherway.

"I am sorry, I heard some things I didn't like at that battle with the golem..." Desmond sadly said, he threw the keys near the bruised Mr.Dellon and ran off continuing to past Mr.Dellon's cell. A couple of cells later Desmond was given a choice of three other corridors, "This place is much bigger than I thought" Desmond quietly said to avoid alerting any other jailors, "Let's see, I don't have the time to inspect all of these routes, and I don't think guessing will get me anywhere" he's starting to get worried, "But I don't have to wait so I will go with left, Melissa, I am coming sweety!" Desmond loudly said choosing the left hallway, but not loud enough for it to echo down the corridors.

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A faint echo rings through Mr.Dellon's aching ears, he could still feel the blows he recieved from the jailor. He could feel the keys within his arm's reach and only one thing remained on his mind. To save his childhood friend from the people that will do any harm to him, "H... hold, on Pri..nce P..eppre! I'm... coming!" Mr.Dellon tried his hardest to speak, but the beating gave him a hard time uttering the words. He struggled to reach for the keys, "T-thank... y-you, Desmond, you had... your use. And it feels... like I have to do this on my own... I did put you far away from your dau-aughter after all so I take part of the blame" Mr.Dellon slightly regaining the ability to speak normally, he slowly stood up from the ground and stretched a bit even though he felt pain throughout his body but afterwards, the pain started to dissipate quickly, he cleared his throat and coughed a few times before trying to speak, "It seems I must save Prince Preppre on my own now, I have a good feeling this place has him held captured" Mr.Dellon looked at the bars, he walked towards the cell door and unlocked it by keyhole, "There we go, one key for all the cells" Mr.Dellon pushed the cell door and left the cell.

He stretched even further knowing he's free from the empty cage, he looked at his far left to see three other corridors, "So Desmond had to choose from the three corridors huh. Well, I can't blame him, he needs to go find his daughter after all" Mr.Dellon raised his shoulder and dropped them few seconds after. He looked at his far right and noticed two things, not too far from him was a lifeless corpse leaning on a cell, and a door on the far end. He turned to the right and walked up to the lifeless body, he inspected the lifeless corpse only to see the same man that beated him up except for the fact that his mouth was filled with foam, his back head was still spurting out blood, his eyes are dead empty and it's a corpse by itself. Mr.Dellon snickered and kneeled down to loot the jailor's body, the only things he could get out of was a whip and an empty matchbox, "You have a whip but you didn't use it, you have a matchbox but it's empty. For a man of your poise, you are quite dull" Mr.Dellon stood up away from the jailor's body and deliberately spitted on it, "You deserve it" Mr.Dellon smirked, before walking to the far end of corridor.

At the end of the corridor lied a locked door. He could see an obvious keyhole on the rusted doorknob, which he easily inserted the key and turned it to open door. When he slightly pushed the door, he was greeted with rotten aroma, Mr.Dellon immediately backed off and covered his nose, "What is with this terrible clich- I mean smell! It's burning right through my hands and into my nose!" Mr.Dellon could feel his nose burning immensely from the stench, it took a whole minute before he could breathe properly, he hacked and wheezed afterwards but he could finally move his hands away from his nose. He didn't say anything for a while to avoid taste buds alteration and entered the room like any normal person would do. But when he did, he was suprised, the room was quite big for a man like the jailor, the room is lit by four torches yet the most of the room is visible. He could see a table with an empty plate on top of a cheap rug, a dirty worn-out bed on the corner, "Quite the nifty room" Mr.Dellon complimented, he noticed a a map on the right side, "A map? Map of this place I suppose, this'll help me in finding Prince Preppre" Mr.Dellon told himself, he moved towards the map and inspected it. A big circle circling a small box with an arrow saying 'You're currently over here', two lines leading from the box to some sort three way path, which Mr.Dellon suspected to be the one just far from the room he's in.

The first path he looked into was the one leading to the right, it was a pathway leading to more pathway but he skipped that to save the trouble later, "No time for small problems" Mr.Dellon thought, he skipped the right path and returned to the three pathways to look at the path going straight. It's leading to a bigger square than the room he's in, he also noticed two big words enough to cover the box reading 'Chanting Room', there's a little note written on the side of it, "Note to self... Everyday is a chanting day..." Mr.Dellon paused to pull his face away from the map, "Everyday? He goes to the chanting room every single day? That's amazing" he was amazed at the jailor's perseverance, "Wait, now's not the time for it, he's dead anyways so what's the point of it" he coldly shook his head then turned to look at the last path, "The left would be going to a... Sacraficial chamber, so this is where they hold the ceremonies, which means Prince Preppre is inside this room! It was a good thing I checked this ou-" before he could finish he heard someone shouting for help, they must've seen the jailor's body.

"Someone, help! One of the jailors has died! The sacraficee's had escaped! They must've killed him, someone shout this to the leaders!" a loud shout could be heard across the hallway and into the room Mr.Dellon is inside. He started to hesitate, he already escaped the cell, read a map that has given him info about the whole place and all of it to go to waste, "Check the jailor's quarters! There is a chance they might be there!" someone shouted from the hallway, their steps got louder and louder.

"I gotta hide now!" he quietly said, he hesitatingly looked around and noticed torches, "Of course! The torches are the only source of light in this room!" Mr.Dellon thought, blowing out the torches.

"Over here! They might be over here at the jailor's quarters!" the shouting was just behind the door, "Come out! We got you surrounded!" after that the door was rammed open by a black robed person, what greeted him was a terrible stench and a dimly lit room, "W-wha...? Why is this room so dark! And why dies it stink!" the robed man complained covering his nose protecting it from the stench.

"Why is this room dimmed? What happened to the torches that lights these rooms?!" another robed man entered ignoring the stench and questioned, "Standing here complaining won't necessarily do anything, quick, get a torch!" the robed man commanded. Little did he know, within the dimmed lit room; Below the rugged bed was Mr.Dellon lying in wait, he has all four torches put out and placed them just beside himself.

"So these people are the ones who goes with that jailor to the chanting chamber everyday" Mr.Dellon quietly guessed, the robed people searched the room without any light source whatsoever, "Dummies, why search for it when you can't even see it" Mr.Dellon logically whispered, afterwards he noticed one cultist bringing in multiple torches. Desmond gulped as he saw the robed man lighting up one torch.

"One torch for one person, here you go!" the lit torch was happily given to another robed man to inspect the room with light, Mr.Dellon sought this chance to use the whip he had retrieve from the dead jailor, "Another one for the man!" the robed man with torches, happily lit another torch to give it to someone else. Mr.Dellon felt his heart skipping a beat; This has went on for a while until a specified number of five had torches inside the room, "Can you go inspect that bed will you? For some reason everyone's standing still for a torch rather than going inside satisfied with the light they have" the torch giver slightly complained but still quickly gave a robed man a torch.

The sixth robed person with a torch went towards the bed, Mr.Dellon had forgotten that he couldn't mask the scent of the ashes of the torches, "Oh boy..." Mr.Dellon gulped, the robed man was getting near the bed. Before Mr.Dellon could even move, the robed man was already just in-front of the bed. Mr.Dellon was in a tense position, he prepared himself for what's next to come, he grabbed the whip from his back pocket and armed himself with it. In the next moment, the robed man suddenly kneeled down to look under the bed to find Mr.Dellon with his  fist readied, Mr.Dellon released his knuckles and drove it towards the robed man; Punching him right on the face, knocking him out alerting the other people, "Let's do this, there's no other choice left!" Mr.Dellon thought, sliding out of the bed and standing upright.

All the mysterious robed people looked at Mr.Dellon who just stood up, holding the whip he armed himself with, "He has provoked us, attack him and save the fellow cultist!" one of the cultist pointed and commanded towards Mr.Dellon. Two of the cultists charged at Mr.Dellon trying to put him into submission, but their attempts were futile when Mr.Dellon dodged and striked the back of their head knocking them out, "Don't just stop there!" the cultist commanded again, one cultist charged at Mr.Dellon with a knife. Mr.Dellon sought a chance to have a better weapon than just a whip.

"I'll kindly have that thank you!" Mr.Dellon arrogantly growled, he lashed his whip at the cultist's hand to disarm him from his knife, Mr.Dellon quickly lashed his whip towards the knife to pull it towards him. Obtaining the knife, the cultist people suddenly became more aggressive towards him, "Forgive me to say this but I am going to need to escape here" Mr.Dellon arrogantly said.

"You have provoked us, we will not let this go by while we idly stand!" the cultist who did the commands pulled out two daggers from his robe and charged at Mr.Dellon himself. Mr.Dellon lashed his whip once more but this time, the dual-wielding cultist expertly dodged it like he knew what would happen, "Here I come heretic!" he growled, pointing both daggers towards Mr.Dellon but he was able to move out of the way before the daggers could land, "I am not done yet!" the cultist waved the dagger across Mr.Dellon and again; He was able to dodge before the land could strike.

Mr.Dellon was forced to dodge all of the cultist's repulsive slashes and punctures, "This guy, I can tell this guy has experience. Similiar to Desmond but..." Mr.Dellon dodged a slash one more time before lashing his whip on the cultist's hand disarming one of the daggers, he yelped in pain but continued to attack, "This one is too redundant!" Mr.Dellon blocked a vertical down slash with his dagger and kicked the cultist on the gut, knocking him back on the bed. Mr.Dellon ran towards the knocked down cultist and raised his dagger just below the helpless cultist, "Say your prayers!" Mr.Dellon moved the dagger towards the cultist, but before he could continue to kill the cultist, he was stopped by a raspy voice.

"Hold it, if you kill him we will be forced to do harsher methods to put you down, you don't want that don't you?" a very raspy voice spoke, Mr.Dellon was about to stab the cultist right on the neck, the cultist opened his eyes to find a dagger adjusted to his face. He screamed in panic and ran away from Mr.Dellon, he watched as the cultist who was so repulsive running away in the most cowardly way, the raspy voiced man looked at Mr.Dellon with bloodshotted eyes trying to intimidate him but not once did Mr.Dellon flinched, "If you wanted to have a fight then you should bring more people with you" the raspy robed man spoke, Mr.Dellon felt a painful feeling in his throat, the robed man snickered.

"I-it's Dean Dellon! W-why are you here? I thought you were holding the sacraficial ceremony?!" the scared cultist asked, Dean Dellon glanced at the cowardly cultist then back to Mr.Dellon.

When Mr.Dellon heard what the cultist said, he had to speak up, "Sacraficial? Ceremony? Do you know a man named Prince Preppre?!" Mr.Dellon angrily asked, Dean Dellon didn't nudged but glared back instead.

"You mean the little chubby one? Yes, we know him, he even screamed his name out" Dean Dellon tried teased Mr.Dellon but this only made him angrier, he could notice Mr.Dellon tightening his grip on the dagger, "I didn't mean to sound rude and you have to calm down, he's currently in top condition with no problems except discomfortation due to lying down on cold hard stone" Dean Dellon said, Mr.Dellon gritted his teeth and noticed the cultist at the back gossiping things he couldn't hear, he continued to lookst Dean Dellon with a stern face.

"He's currently fine and doing well is that correct?" Mr.Dellon still had doubts in his mind, Dean Dellon nodded then turned to the cultist behind him and snapped his fingers, executing some kind of command. Mr.Dellon noticed almost all of the cultists the room, a few cultist stayed behind to grab the cultists that were knocked out.

"To be honest, we have exceeded our limit in a way right now so be lucky... He won't be collected then transferred" Dean Dellon spoke but Mr.Dellon couldn't take his eyes away from the cultists taking away the knocked out bodies in robes, "After putting him down on the altar he did had a few resistance, but after a little while he calmed down" Dean Dellon said, "We were actually about to start the ritual when we found out we were about to reach full capacity" Dean Dellon continued, Mr.Dellon was more interested in the ritual Dead Dellon was talking about.

"What do you mean ritual?" Mr.Dellon finally asked, ignoring the cultists pulling the rest of the bodies out of the room leaving him and Dean Dellon alone. Dean Dellon turned around and looked at Mr.Dellon with droopy eyes, Mr.Dellon gulped.

"I'll show you, at the mean time I suggest calming down, I am not the kind of person who likes to make people hyperventilate over a simple action" he calmly answered, Mr.Dellon doubted his words and looked at him with suspicion, "I understand you don't trust me, even I won't follow a man who imprisoned me for no reason at all but, I suggest doing it for... curiousity's sake hmm?" Dean Dellon said trying to remove Mr.Dellon's doubts, but he still has the suspicious look on his face, Dean Dellon sighed, "If it makes you any happier, I will leave first, if you ever feel like it... You may follow me, I have sent my brothers into the sacraficial chamber so you don't need to worry" Dean Dellon started to walk out of the room with his arms inside the sleeves.

"That went well than expected, but now I know that Prince Preppre is safe, I just have to save him now. I wonder how Desmond is doing actually" Mr.Dellon thought, "Well, nows not the time for it, I have to get Prince Preppre back!" Mr.Dellon clenched his fist and followed Dean Dellon outside of the room.