Forged

Twisted and bent the heart became,

Forged by true terror and pain.

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''The rabbit quickly ran down the empty corridor, his footsteps echoing in the large hallway. Rounding the corner, with no time to spare, he managed to hop up and slip into the uncovered air duct right before the phantoms stormed the hallway. The crackling noise their electric-charged bodies emitted and the deep buzzing sounds they made to communicate were terrifying to the ordinary jammer, but the rabbit, hardened by his life in the fortress, was unafraid. He was used to it.''

''Crawling out of the vent when the phantoms had past, he continued down the hall, passing by cells filled with the skeletons of his fallen comrades, each of which had a thick layer of phantom dust coating them. He was the last one alive out of the group. He didn't even know how he lasted so long, he expected he would be the one to die first. But, being a rabbit, he was uninteresting to the phantoms, who had already experimented on and killed several thousands of his kind in the past. He was left in a jail cell to rot as he helplessly watched his friends die a slow and dreadful death. Their death had changed him, changing his once warm and compassionate heart into a cold, stone prison, similar to the cell in which he stayed.''

Today he makes his escape.

(WIP)