Chapter 2 - The Imperfect Ideal (1/2)
With a slight smile on his face, Evan walked over to Aron's corpse, and took off his long black coat.
”Well, at least something.” Evan changed his clothes and looked exactly like the warden.
After Aron had been killed, a huge number of slaves began to run out of the canteen and attack the guards.
Watching this scene, Evan smiled broadly and thought to himself: <AHAHAHA, this world is definitely better than mine. At least for the people here, the rules are nothing!>
Shaking off the dust Evan walked out of the already empty room, skirting the lying corpses of the guards.
Evan wanted to get out of this perilous place and head for the nearest town. He needed to figure out where he should go next. But he had one more unfinished business.
...
He walked down a dark corridor, lit only by a pair of dim torches. Evan muttered quietly: ”Trevor, this will be the price I pay for occupying your body.”
Evan headed toward the head of the prison.
From the memories of the previous owner of the body, Evan learned that the head of the prison was the reason Trevor became a slave. And the reason was insanely idiotic.
The name of the prison`s head was Abigail Whitehead. She turned Trevor into a slave, only because he did not kneel down at the sight of her. Moreover, she killed his entire family. She was an incredibly cruel and selfish woman.
No one could help Trevor. Because Abigail was a noblewoman and her family was very powerful.
Trevor's hometown belonged to her family. And this prison, where she could do as she pleased was Abigail's property, too. Besides being from a noble family, Abigail was also very powerful. Trevor couldn't even get close to her.
Evan despised rules with all his soul. He hated it even more when people obeyed them without question. But to bitches like Abigail, he had no good feelings.
<Trevor, I promise you, pretty soon, she'll be begging for mercy.>
Evan could constantly hear people screaming and the sounds of fighting. He was well aware that right now there was a real riot going on in the prison. After a while, there would be the corpses of guards and prisoners, unlucky enough to survive, lying all over the place.
At that moment, however, he didn't care it at all. Evan climbed the high stairs, heading for the topmost room.
His footsteps grew louder and heavier with each step, and his desire to tear everything apart grew stronger all the time. As he walked, he kept going through Trevor's memories, and the anger was overwhelming him.
...
”Stop! Mistress Abigail is resting, return...”
Bam.
The guard didn't even have time to finish his phrase. Evan simply smashed his head against the wall in one easy motion. Then he walked over to the large wooden door and knocked it out with a sharp kick.
Crack.
Abigail's voice was immediately heard: ”What the hell! Who, the hell, are you? Do you have any idea what you're doing?!”
”What a bitch are you!” Evan saw a tall girl, with long, snow-white hair and ocean-like blue eyes.
Right now, she was torturing some slave girl. The girl's body was full of cuts and bruises. Abigail was a real sadist.
Hearing his words, Abigail went to the table, took the scabbard and quickly drew her one-handed sword out of it.
”Hmm, and you're rather pretty, I like your temper. If you swear that you will be my slave for the rest of your life, I won't kill you, so be it.” Saying this, Abigail pointed her silver sword at Evan.
”And what happens if I refuse?” Evan grinned and prepared for the battle.
Abigail frowned and said stiffly: ”You're about to find out.”
Whoosh.
Immediately after her words, there was a flash of bright light on the end of the sword.
Boom.
There was a deafening explosion. A snow-white ray flew from the tip of the sword, blasting the wall behind Evan.
”You're pretty good at dodging. Would you consider my suggestion after all?”