Eris on Cardamine

[Emissary]

Part II: Eris Overdosed

For how long? Days? Weeks? May be even longer. His memory was like the ship with holes sinking to the bottom of the sea. A prison cell was all he had seen for the time he could remember. Pain is all he felt in this captivity. Pain and constant struggle to remember things, any things, but as he tried to catch them they'd slip through his fingers and moments later he would forget. Just as he forgot how he ended up in this cell, what this place is and what was before. He has lost and caught his own name a few times already, but for everyone else he'd try to recall there were just distant whispers and the words were too quiet to hear. With each day passing it's a losing fight for the little things he could still remember. John. He inscribed it once at his shirt to make sure he would remember at least his own name, but then his captors put him into new prison uniform.

Doc woke up as he was dragged and forced to walk down across the corridor. His hands were tied and body ached at every step he was forced to make as the two guards held him by the arms. A painful and lengthy walk through dim lit corridors. The moment he'd slow down one of the guards would twist his arm and the pain forced to keep going. There was barely any strength to shuffle broken legs, any moment he could have collapsed. And all he could remember for now is the dark solitary prison cell, anything before that or how he ended up were clouded, cut off. Doc has already lost sense of time along with many other things, like a fleeting thought there was someone important to him, someone he cared about. Just shattered fragments of far memories echoing in a distance. Disjointed moments, momentary flashbacks. Names, places and events were wiped clean. As they passed through another corridor he saw a door - once in a while he'd be taken into the room behind it where they'd torture him. But they never asked a question even, never spoke a word, just methodically, clinically inflicting pain until he'd lose consciousness. But today they walked past it. Another corridor and finally they reached the destination: entrance into main hall. Approaching hall doors he could hear a large crowd behind them shouting. The doors slowly slides sideways and he is dragged into the large room. The crowed exploded loudly.

Traitor!

Betrayer!!

Abomination!!!

"Silence! Order!" - in response to public outcry someone at the far end of the room slammed the desk several times before the crowd finally calmed down. It took some time for John's eyes to adapt to the blindly bright lit room until he could see he's in an improvised court room. The hall was overcrowded, there had to be somewhere closer to a hundred packed tightly. And everyone had their eyes piercing him with sheer hate and grimaces full of despise.