It had been 4 seep cycles since he arrived in this world. Since he wasn't sure of how many days passed his used each time he fell asleep to count.The fat man had come back every cycles and each time with a new customer. So far all of them had been men.
All of the men had been waring thick clothing that were high quality looking. It seemed like the price to buy a slave was a lot more that he expected. Every 2 cycle the fat man gave them all food, but it was very irregular and it was made clear on the third cycle that the fat man was dilibritly giving food at irregular times to ensure that the slaves did not know when a day had passed.
It was on the 5 cycle that it happened, screams came from above the cells and they were sounds of fighting, the ceiling was crumbling dust flying everywhere. Voices spoke yelling different things. They were too faint for him to make out but enough to know that the slave traders were in a bad place.Over the past days he had been chipping at his restarts that were nailed into the wall using his heavy stone cuffs.
With the walls crumbling the nails were loosened, his pulled and smashed against the metal plates until a nail came lose. Using the weight of his cuffs he hammered the nail into his cuff. He had noticed that the whole surrounding were damp and in places there was mold, this ment that the stones which were 'natural stones' absorbed some moisture naturally weakening them over time. While it was a gamble the stones seemed to have been there for a long time, making them weakened.
With a dull thud on of his heavy cuffs fell off, he was half way there. A explosion sounded and form inside other cells there were muffled screams. Even during a attack no one attempted to scream for help, if the attackers failed and the slave traders heard there screaming they were bound to be beaten and starved, many inside the cells he guessed had already given up on life.
'Dammit, my hands feel broken, even without the stone on it i can barely move it, it's too painful!'
Another explosion sounded and thundering footsteps could be heard over head the yelling louder than before.
' Even if i mange to escape, god knows what's above our heads, and if they would even help us. It's better to be in a situation where i can run if things go south.'
After concluding this inside his head he forced his calloused swollen fingers to pick up the cuff and began to hammer again.By the time he was finshed the fighting had grown quiet.Presumably, the traders were captured or the attackers were captured-
'Shit! Shit! Out! Out! i need to get out!'
All of a sudden several pairs of footsteps came down the stair well at the end of the corridor. Not caring how bad his body was screaming at him to lay back down and stop moving he slipped past the bars of his cell. His body bent at an aqward angle, his shoulder and right leg still trapped. The footsteps were growing louder and louder they were almost there.
Using his almost non-existent strength he ruthless hit his shoulder backwards popping it out of its socket and rushing down the corridor. Surprisingly his body's steps were light and not heavy dispite his low energy and stiffness.
This was due to him being a martial artist in his previous life, when he had refused to enter the ring many were disappointed he had been quiet famous, and in his line of work as one of the biggest company owners over the world he had no shortage of attackers.
He hadn't gotten rusty at all. Savagely bitting his lip until it bleed he managed to stay clear headed and stuck his back to the stone walls on the side of the corridors entrance.
Typicaly people would enter the room and walk forwards so he would have a moment to sneak past the people coming. Hurriedly popping his shoulder socket back into place he stopped moving.
' One,two, four, seven.. There seem to be sever people coming, will someone gaurd outside the door? There footsteps are lights- they have definitely trained.Will they shine the lights everywhere and see me? God, this was stupid! Odviously whoever's coming is the victor so they must have some sort of fighting skill, if they had some sort of skill than they would do a perimeter check...'
It was too late to regret his actions, he only had one chance, if it was the slave traders he would half to run, his chances of getting away we're somewhere around 40%. They didn't seem to have very good security since the all the cells were in bad shape. He harshly breathed through his nose calming his ragged breathing.If it was the opponents than his escape was totally up to luck on weather or not they were good people, or if he was able to run before they saw him. He wasn't stupid enough to believe he could escape all of them after all there were definitely more upstairs he would half to sneak out of the cell holding rooms and the upper part of wherever he was.
'Fuck..it hurts, this body's exhausted and dire need of food and medical attention, if i am able to get away i will need to blend in with other people or my surroundings... I will need money and food, cloths. If i had a chance i could steal from the slave traders but that's only if i have a clear coast.There here!'
His breaths practically disappeared and his body seems to mold into the shadows of the wall and he watched the men walk into the corridor.
'One, two three four five six...where was seven?' His eyes roamed the corridor searching for the seventh person his time for escape becoming more and more limited by the second. Finally he found the seventh person but, when did they reach the end of the hall?!
' What one earth?!How did i miss him he got to my cell so quickly! His must have been at the front but i couldn't see him??!'
His surprise came as quick as is left ever since coming here he had been able to feel his emotions more clearly, probably due to the new body and the fact that he was no longer on earth with the people he hated. Not wasting a second longer his slipped past the last man and up the corridor steps sticking to the walls to his himself up.
After only reaching the top did he feel his thighs burning he fought hard to keep his breathing from coining out in gasps. Painful it was just so painful. His lungs were contacting in his chest squeezing it painfully and his males and thighs were burning but he didn't stop.
His top priority was to leave the next was money, as he took a second to catch his breath was he able to hear someone's voice shouting from below," The cells shakels are broken?! The slave has escaped?! How?when?!" Ignoring the shocked voices he peered around the stone corridor frame into what was a long hallway.
Not paying too much attention to his surroundings he sprinted towards the window in front of him, the only source of light he could see. It was night and the moon was lit the sky covered in a galaxy of stars and dust. His eyesight blurred looking at the site, when he was younger and in the orphanage he would always look at the stars but as the world grew the starts dimmed until the city lights blocked them out.