I wake up when I feel a cold wet sensation on my forehead and open my eyes to see an unfamiliar roof above me. I notice that there's a leak in the roof right above me, and now my face is all wet.
I try and move my neck upright and groan at the stiffness in it. That's going to be there for a while, I can't even give myself a massage.
Across the room I see a long-haired cat glaring at me. Woah that thing's huge, might as well be a dog, but why's it looking at me like it wants me to be brutally tortured? Reminds me of a certain someone.
The cat meows and a few seconds later a little piece of shit walks through the door, "You're awake."
"No shit Sherlock," I could strangle him. "Hey, can you move me, I'm getting wet here," I nod up to the constant dripping on my head.
The Cresit, who had sat down and started to peel potatoes, looks up at the leak and then back down, "Why should I?"
That fucker. "So I don't catch a cold?"
The Cresit snickers, "You can get sick, I won't care."
"Okay, but if I get sick I'm not the one that's going to have to clean my runny nose," the Cresit looks up at me, "I got no hands."
"It's fine, you won't live that long anyways," the Cresit says in a quiet voice and then returns to peeling with his knife.
Right, I had almost forgotten, I don't have a lot of time left. It's already morning and yet no one has come for me. My chest tightens.
No, it's no use, if someone were coming to save me they would be here by now. So that means...I'm really on my own now. No, I always have been.
"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I asked which made the Cresit pause.
"Why are you asking questions like that, do you want me to kill you?"
"Of course not," I sighed. "But if you're gonna kill me you might as well do it now, I don't want to die with shit in my pants," I seriously do need to take fat shit soon and there's no way he's untying me.
The Cresit held my gaze for a long moment, "I'm the one who chooses when you die, when I want you dead, you'll die."
"What kind of wishy-washy attitude is that?" I groan, "When you say you're going to kill someone, you have to go through with it," I can't believe I'm the one who has to teach him this, he's like a little kid.
He glares at me, "Shut the fuck up before I make you shut the fuck up."
I sigh again, "This is exactly what I mean, you talk so rudely to me, you keep saying that you're gonna 'kill me' but you don't actually do it," our eyes meet after having a bit of a staring contest I gasp, "Wait, don't tell me you're like some sort of pacifist or something."
The Cresit rolls his eyes, "Would a pacifist really kidnap someone and threaten to kill them?"
I shrug, "Maybe? I don't know, I don't really like to get involved with that kind."
"So I guess you're into violence?"
"Aw heck yeah, I love all of it, fighting, shooting, stabbing, OH, I've never tried throwing a bomb but it'd be sick if I ever did."
"You'd probably just end up blowing yourself up."
"How? You just pull the ring and chuck it, it's not that hard, only an idiot could mess that up."
The Cresit stared at me wordlessly and rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I don't like your attitude."
"Well I don't like looking at your face, yet here we are."
"Then just kill me already," I wanted to cry, but I felt like laughing too because I never imagined that my life could end like this. It's funny to think that this was possible and that it's actually happening right in front of me. It's not just something I'm watching on TV or reading in a book, something that doesn't exist or that feels like it doesn't exist because it's just too far away, it's real, and it's happening. "Just do it, I'm tired of just sitting here, not doing anything, not being able to even move, I just want to leave already, even if it's as pathetic as this. I don't care anymore, you're going to kill me anyways so just do it already and stop making a big fuss over it."
The Cresit stayed quiet for a while. I didn't know if he was looking at me because I wasn't looking at him. I looked at the floor, trying to pretend that I was actually alone and that I could stand up from this chair if I wanted.
"Tell me," the Cresit said slowly, "Why do you kill Cresits?"
I slowly raised my head, "Is this a joke?"
"No, I want to know before you die, I want to know why you just kill for no reason."
"Well, it's not like I want to, if anything I hate it, all the training, the fighting, and I have to kill a Cresit whenever I find one. It's a hassle, but it's just something we have to do, you guys are evil, so it's basically a kill or be killed situation."
"What do you mean by evil?" He asked, "All we've ever done is try to live in peace, we haven't done anything wrong, what did we do to deserve all this?" He looked down at the table and harshly wiped away tears that were peeking out, "Can't you just kill that bastard and leave the rest of us alone?"
"Kill who?"
"The lamb, who else?"
"What does a lamb have to do with this?"
"I mean 'lamb' as in the sacrifice, not an actual lamb."
"What sacrifice???"
The Cresit stood up abruptly and slammed his hands down on the table, "The Cresit sacrifice from the damn prophecy, don't tell me you also got brain damage when I hit you."
"What prophecy? What are you talking about?"
"The prophecy about Cresits that's your people's stupid fucking excuse to kill us, that prophecy."
I stared at him, opening and closing my mouth before finally saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
The Cresit stared back at me and slumped down on his seat, "Do you not know what the prophecy is?"
"Nope," he has to be messing with me, right? There's no way that there's a prophecy, that just sounds so stupid, those don't exist in real life. But his face looked crazy, with wide eyes and an unnatural stillness that surrounded him. I know that this all has to be fake, some Cresit thing, but I can't bring myself to think he's lying either.
"If you don't know about the prophecy," the Cresit looked up with madness, "Then why exactly are you killing all of us?"
His gaze held the anger of a thousand raging lions, but at the same time it looked like he was about to cry, "I did it because my mother told me to."
"What?"
"Look, she told me you guys were evil and that killing you was the only way, okay? I was just following orders, what did you want me to do?" He's just a Cresit, why am I explaining myself?
"So you just killed because your mom told you to?"
"Well no, it's because you guys were evil."
"Because your mom told you," I couldn't say anything to that, "How can you be so sure of something you've never seen with your own two eyes? Have you ever seen a Cresit do anything remotely evil, or have you just been too busy killing them?"