[center][h2]A Poor Prisoner[/h2][/center]

[center]Peytr Ruhnoveltz [/center]

A man stood in darkness, lit by only those further down. He had not seen light in sometime, but he saw that there was light and talking. He heard talking. He listened, it was several of the jailers, newer ones, the old ones had gone too far. He remembered one of them, but these two new ones were different. He marked things about them, that was easy, they were easily identifiable traits about them both even through seeing them a few times. But there was a different voice, a female voice. It was different, he had heard several women while he was here, yet this one seemed saner, and younger than most of them.

He rested his head against the cell door as he slowly felt it pop, the lock had somehow, disengaged. He slowly moved away from the door, his hand touched it, it felt warm. Warmer than the stone, and he enjoyed the more solid wood door to what most of the others got. He rested his hand against the few bits of metal and let his boney hands reach to touch more of the wooden door, he slowly lowered a little hatch that someone stuck food in here and there. He saw the little bars that were going from top to bottom and the lights on the other side. But he didn't care, he didn't need anything else in that moment. Something was wrong with his door, and he wouldn't let anyone know, maybe until it was too late. Maybe this time he would exit the square confinement without a pole attached to his neck. Maybe, he would just walk out, and leave, but that voice. There was more down here, there were few that he couldn't let go to suffer as he did. He knew it all, he knew what he had done to several of the others down here that died, he remembered it. 

He remembered every moment of their lives, and he stared at the woman down there. Maybe she was like them, maybe she was, if she was he could hurt her. He could hurt a lot of people, he could hurt the two men. He just needed to touch them, and awaken something inside them maybe. That is what the pole is for, to keep him from touching anyone who doesn't want to touch him. The pole keeps them safe, without that they aren't safe. He listened to them, and their threats towards the woman.

"If you do that, you'll be in my hands next, you'll get to see what I can do... You can be apart of what I see." Peytr rasped, his face against the metal plate that was barely open, "Keep up with that, and you'll just be another test subject in a cage with me."