The Cost of Freedom

I had freed myself. A little application of flame in the right place and my shackles were no longer keeping me in check (now how to find that right place well lets just say I had some burn scars on my wrists for a while). I made sure to take off my blindfold just to get a look around the area before I set it back on and pretended to be kept chained up. I figured I had one chance with the man in white, and if I blew it I'd probably be in a worse state than the one I started (if that was even possible). So I waited, and waited, and waited some more.  I tell you being able to free yourself and then have to wait anyway? Totally sucks.  Its all the anticipation of something good without the actual something good.

It took hours for the man in white to show up, I took solace that he apparently made these trips alone, not that it would have been too hard to burn any shorties or jerks he brought with him, I just didn't want to have to deal with someone else while cooking him to a nice blackened crisp. I didn't let him talk or make a move towards myself, I swung my hands free from the shackles directed fire towards where I thought he was (remember still blind folded) and let loose.  I could hear the sizzling before I got the blindfold off, I figured I'd be looking at a crispy jerk, instead I just saw fire scored stone walls.  For a half moment I felt some dread creep into my stomach, that this like before was another illusion.  But I had felt pain, it wasn't an illusion, my captor wasn't there.  I started wondering if he was ever really there (mental magic is obnoxious, projection being one of the harder things to account for), I didn't wonder for long I had to get moving and free my companions.  Beyond the door was a long corridor of stone with another metal door.  I rushed down it paying caution to the wind.  I threw the door open and nothing.

I was in a field, the cell I was in had been some kind of dug in small alcove.  Looking back it was just one hallway with the room I was in, and that was it.  The field had some kind of flower that was unimportant.  I racked my brain if the shorty had been to this place, but he had not.  Again I worried I wasn't actually free, but I couldn't imagine that I wasn't (because I have a limited imagination, thankfully I wasn't being mind screwed anymore than normal). There I was, free in the loosest sense of the word, I was without horse, without supplies, hungry from days of not eating, I didn't know where I was, and my friends were still imprisoned by a mind assaulting jerk bag.  In the game of life, this is known as a lose lose scenario.