It Speaks to Me

Fman boredly started to fiddle with the links of the chain, not paying the working Alpha any mind. It was dark; the only thing he could see was the figure of Greely, placing the stone blocks, and sticking them firmly together with cement.

"I'm almost done. Then, you won't cause any more hell for anyone in Jamaa." Greely spat, caking another layer of cement on top of the brick.

Fman turned his gaze toward Greely, "Oh, those thick-skulled 'jammers' could have seen it from a mile away," he smirked, "ah, but I didn't take too many lives, did I?"

Greelly narrowed his eyes, staying silent, though Fman could see the disgust in his express.

Fman only smiled, stretching his sore legs. They were covered in dirt from the long time in the brick prison.

His ears perked, "You know, you're fun to talk to. Too bad the other Alphas aren't as talkative as you."

The Alpha wolf hadn't responded.

Fman sat for awhile in silence, only staring out into dim light from outside. He wondered if that would be the last sign of light he'd ever see.

The wolf solemnly lay his head on his paws, wondering if his lust for bloodshed had been worth it. It was thrilling, believing he had all the power in the world. It was amusing that even the Alphas couldn't get rid of him for quite a bit. He closed his tired eyes, thinking of one question: why? Greely had asked him this many times, but Fman only ignored him.

Why…? Did he do it for fun? For pleasure? Just the need for thrill? Or was there some other reason? Somewhere in his mind, he knew the answer, he know he did. But he just never found it.

"I don't know." Fman muttered out loud.

"What..?"

"I don't know… why I did it." the dark wolf sighed, turning away from Greely, his back facing him, "There. That's your answer."

Greely didn't respond, only continued to place the bricks. How long was this gonna take...?

Fman counted each brick placed in his head, watching the light get dimmer, and dimmer, and the wolf outside darker, and darker. He was soon to be drifting off until Greely said something.

"Farewell. You'll spend the rest of your days here, however long it'll last," Greely barked, staring at the hopeless wolf ahead from the hole, "Jamaa will be a safer place without hellspawns like you. Farewell."

Greely gave one last sickened look at him, before placing the brick, blinding Fman in the dark, lonely square.