==== Deckard POV [Blackhearts] ====

*Drip*

My right eye twitches as that continuous, god damned drip, once again wakes me from my sleep. -"I reaaaallly hate this place."

Glaring at the bucket of water in the centre of the corridor separating two rows of cells, I let out a snort and turn to Anna. "What day is it?"

Anna stands up and stretches, rubbing the silver collar around her neck in annoyance. "Same day as when you asked two hours ago which was the same as the three times before that."

"But you said you didn't know then."

Her beautify elven face scrunches up in annoyance. "Exactly, so stop asking stupid questions... how the fuck am I meant to tell what day it is in a cell cut off from the outside world."

A shout from the opposite cell interrupts our conversation. "TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF ALREADY!"

A faint green light emanates from Anna's eyes as her long pointed ears go ridged. "I swear to the gods before I die I am going to stuff your dick so far down your throat, you will be pissing out your arse!"

George chuckles as he moves, the sound of heavy chains clanking against his stone body. "That's not very elf-like Anna... Can't you just be happy with shooting him full of arrows?"

"That's racist." The enraged woman turned around and folded her arms, unconsciously emphasising her large chest. "That pervert has been sexually harassing me for two months straight. I can't even piss in that fucking bucket without some crude comment."

I let out a deep sigh. "Jecks is a member of the party, and that makes him family... try not to let it get to you. It's his way of masking his fear."

I look out from our cell and smile as I spot Jeck look away. "Shut it old man... Rather die a pervert than a scared coward."

"Oh, filth like you won't die... your probably go haunt a woman's restroom or something." Spat Anna as she fidgeted on the spot. "Bet you love getting shit on."

Realising that this was going to escalate unless stopped, I look at the rock elemental as he stares aimlessly at the ceiling, bored of the repetitive back and forth. "George... block the view so Anna can... use the 'restroom'."

"Yes, Boss," George replied without emotion as he stood up and dragged his heavy bindings to the middle of our cell before sitting down, completely masking the area behind him. -"I still don't understand why they wrapped him in chains when he already has a slave collar on, but I guess it has something to do with making the guards feel safer."

"Thanks..." Anna's face flushed red as she quickly ducked behind the elemental and to our communal bucket.

Jeck, not one to miss an opportunity to heckle grabbed hold of his bars and raised himself up so he put more power into his shout. "Anna... if it's a shit hold it in. Last time you nearly killed us with the stench."

A wave of killing intent flowed out from behind George. "... I will fucking kill you one of these days."

A deep growl erupts from Jeck's cell as a feminine figure emerged from the shadows, her amber cat's eyes glowing in the dim light. "Enough of your threats, Elf. Harm a hair on my brothers head and I will make sure that not even your ancestors will recognise you on the other side."

-"Why do we have to do this every time..." I inwardly complain as I sit up and prepare to calm everyone down when a cold, tingling sensation creeps up my spine. "SHUT UP... somethings wrong."

"Oh, a new tactic to sto..." Said, Jeck, as he took a deep breath and suddenly stopped. "I got to hand it to you, for a half beast, your senses are even better than mine. The air is heavy with blood... and lots of it at that."

*BANG* The large, wooden door smashed open and three guards almost fell over each other in their rush to get inside.

Immediately one ducked to the side and hid in the shadow of the corner as the others ran to the end of the room and turned around, weapons in hand with the backs firmly against the wall.

"Jailbreak from one of the other rooms?" Muttered Anna as she reappeared next to George and nervously glanced around.

I think for a moment. "No chance... we all are wearing slave collars, the bars are just an act to wear us down mentally before our executions... this must be the work of a third party and guessing by the state of the guards, a powerful one."

A deep, terrifying voice echoed into the room causing everyone to shiver. "So....Where are they?"

One of the guards looked around the room and sank to his feet. "We're fucked... This is the cell block the Black Hearts are in. Why couldn't we picked one of the other rooms."

Noticing his companion on the floor, the other guard looked around and let out his own barrage of curses before pulling the man up. "You have got to be the most directionally impaired idiot I have ever met. Why the hell did I follow you... A dead end that happens to contain the people that monster is looking for."

A blood-curdling scream passed through the open door causing a deafening silence to fall upon the room, only broken by that incessant dripping.

I step away from the bars, towards Anna and George and whisper. "Whoever it is, it looks like they are looking for us and are no friend to the city. It might be our lucky day."

Anna's eyes still had the faint green glow about them as she crept forward and tried to look down the pitch black corridor the guards had just come from.

Faint at first, slow, heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway until they stopped just outside the door. "Little piggies little piggies, let me come in."

I feel my insides churn, and I can't help but ask. "Anna... who is it?"

Turning my head, I freeze as I see a tear running down Anna's face as she shakes violently. "Anna?"

She replied in nothing more than a whisper, the green in her eyes intensifying. "99 to 1."

Jecks tried to whisper across the room. "Deckard... she just 99 to 1'ed us didn't she?"

I shake my head as I stare at the doorway and swallow hard. "Yup, out of a hundred visions, in the next ten minutes, we die 99 times... Fuck."