Post by Vores Vyers on Jun 21, 2012 21:21:36 GMT -5
( Vores Valefar Vyers )
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I worked my hands in those mines until they bled, then just kept working. I learned how to push myself further and further, learned the basics of making explosives and using them. It was also there that I met a girl I fell in love with.
"I thought you said there were no females."
No, I said that there were no women amongst the slaves. This girl was the owner of the mine's daughter. Oh she was a beautiful sight too. . . she was skinny with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes and pale skin. She was indeed a sight to behold and many of the other slaves stared after her just as I did. The difference though was that she looked back at me.
At first I thought I was mistaken, then I kept catching her gaze. I thought maybe she was angry and would tell her father. For a week though I was assigned to work in the mine owner's manor until I recovered from an injury gained from a tunnel collapse. It was on the first day that I ran into her, quite literally. At first I was scared that she would have me killed, but instead she rushed to my side, seeing that the cut on my side had opened up.
In that moment she took me to her room and cared for me. She replaced my bandage and gave me some medicine that her father kept, but would never waste on us slaves. She gave me food and most importantly she talked to me. Now understand something, for my entire life I had not been talked to by anyone except the slaves.
"What about the owner, the guards and other people?"
They simply talked at me. Go do this, go do that and so on. She actually talked to me, about herself and about me. Sadly there was little that I could tell her. . . hell, I could not even tell her my name at the time because everyone including the slaves had always just called me boy or kid. Do you know what she did?
"What?"
She gave me a name. The instant I told her I did not have one she walked over to a bookshelf in her room, flipped open a book and gave me a name from it. Vores Valefar Vyers. . . it was only later that I discovered just how well the name fit me.
"What do you mean? What does the name represent?"
Well it is not the name's meaning rather than the story the name came from. You see, in the book the character Vores had everything taken from him, lived through horrible pain and used this sadness to forge himself into a wise ruler.
"I see how the pain might fit to you, but you have not become a ruler."
Oh I know I do not lead a nation as the character in the book did, but I am my own ruler. . . my own master and I am wise enough to know what I want from life. Now, if you wouldn't mind being quiet for a second I would like to get back to our story.
After that week which was the best moment in my life at the time we continued to try and speak to one another. Gradually our initial friendship turned into something stronger. Stolen moments where we just spoke slowly became stolen kisses when no one was looking. Eventually we continued further into our relationship and came up with a plan to run away with one another.
We planned for months, saving up a little food and what money we could. While she had free access to food I also went without most of mine. Not to save, but to trade with the other slaves for a few items I thought would be useful. Three months of near starvation was fine with me so long as it meant I could be with her. . . I would have crawled through glass, hot coals, razors and proceeded to swim an ocean if it had meant being with her.
"Seems like you loved her, how did she feel about you?"
. . . . .
"What? Did I say something wrong?"
Just shut up and listen or get the hell out of my cell.
". . . "
Now where were we. . . ah yes. The night of our escape. It was a cool night, refreshing after the hot day that had seemed as if it would cause you to combust any minute before that. I recovered the supplies I had traded for and proceeded to stand below her window. First she threw down the food she had saved and then she jumped down. I caught her easy enough with the muscles gained from mining and we were off into the night.
We got all of about a mile before they loosed the dogs on us and were consequently treed within another hour. Both of us were brought back to camp where when confronted by her father my Kaylin remained silent and would not meet his eye. Oh how happy I was that my love would not say that she hated me. However one of the father's guads spoke up quickly about how she was probably in shock, that I may have did something to her. . . as if I would ever hurt her.
Now I am not sure, but I believe the father knew she had ran off with me willingly. So he punished both of us. Kaylin's father forced her to punish me herself. First it was just a simple beating, but eventually she was made to use sharp blades and hot irons to write a reminder on my flesh that I was to never go near her agaiin. She held out until the first iron touched my skin. . . I think the hiss was too much for her.
After that the owner's guards took up where she left off. They were not as gentle as she had been. To my surprise the only slaves that even made an attempt to help me were those that I had once thought to be the ones who hurt me the most. They were killed for trying to interfere. . . After that the others just walked away and left the guards to do what they wished to my body.
By the end of it I was barely alive. Hell the only reason I was alive was because the owner could not afford to lose any more workers. I was more useful alive to dig, especially when he had to kill three others to ensure that I was made example of. It took nearly a year to fully recover. . .
In that time Kaylin was watched very closely and only once in awhile could we actually see each other. . . hold each other. . . Once I was strong enough though I promised myself and her that we would both be free. I planned it better this time. This time I would have something as a distraction. I hid small amounts of explosives each week, so small that it took nearly another year to save up enough powder for one large charge and five small charges the size of a fig.
The large charge was placed at the opening of the mine and I convinced another slave to report a gold seam on the pretense that all of us would rise up and escape. Once the majority of guards were down there I blew the opening and buried them all alive.
"Why the other slaves? Surely they could have helped in the escape."
Why not? They had simply stood there, not caring whether or not I died. They cared only for themselves so there was no sense in trusting them with Kaylin's life. Anyways. I moved ahead and went into the house killing those that got in my way. By the time I got to the owner's office he had already grabbed Kaylin. He knew I wanted her and was hoping to use her as a shield so that he could escape.
"What happened?"
What do you think? I killed him. . . thew a small knife I had made from an old worn down pickaxe right into his forehead.
"How did Kaylin react to this?"
She. . . she was. . . dissatisfied with it, but I made her understand that it had been necessary. She refused to talk to me for awhile after that though. . . She became very cold from the event. . .
"It must have been hard for her."
No! Her dad was a vile man. . . he deserved to die for what he did. Besides. . . Kaylin was a strong girl. Nothing like that every effected her, she always just kept smiling no matter what I went through she always kept a smile.
"I see. . . Well. . . please continue on with your story Mr. Vyers, you had just escaped."
No! We had just escaped! Are you not listening to me? Why am I telling you this if you won't even listen to what I am saying?!
"I'm sorry Mr. Vyers. Kaylin and you had just escaped."
We proceeded south, along the way I met three of my friends. Markus, Altos and Mors. All three helped in surviving the ordeal. Altos taught me how to read and write with a book I had from Kaylin's room, Markus trained with me to help me fight better and Mors helped me take what I needed to survive. I won't bore you with every detail, but all of us helped each other to survive.
"What made you join the military?"
Well, I won't say that I joined the military, rather the military recruited me after I started to show a talent with weapons. You see, I worked in a factory for awhile trying to support my little family. That factory just happened to hold the majority of Amestris' weapon contracts and. . . little ol' me just happened to click when it came to making things that kill.
You see, Altos always was yelling at me to study more and more so once I learned how to read and write I could not be kept from a book. Even when I had no money for books I would steal them or would sit in the bookstore reading them. Generally we traveled light, but as the years went on we began lugging more and more books around. That's the most prominent reason we settled in Central. Simply because we had acquired so many books that people were giving us strange looks for traveling with them all.
"What was your home like?"
Oh, it was a smaller house with three bedrooms. That meant everyone had to share, but we always seemed to have enough room. Even when Charles and Miles came to live with us it was fairly comfortable. Still, we had a place to store our worldly possesssions, eat our meals and be with one another. So what more could we want?
"Had Kaylin forgiven you at this point?"
Not quite. . . she was talking to me now, but would only speak to me through Markus or one of the others. I do not know if she will ever forgive me for killing her father. I know she loved him even though he was such a horrible person, but I could not let him keep threatening her like that. Maybe you can speak to her, get her to forgive me already.
"We'll see Mr. Vyers. First I would like to hear the rest of this story."
Well, let's see. After that point I continued to study a great multitude of things. Physics and chemistry were probably my most heavily studied areas. This of course led to me producing some beautiful explosive devices and other weapons for the military. Between you and me I havn't even gave them all of the schematics locked away in my mind.
I digress though, you are here for a story. So a story you shall have. After making such wonderful toys for the military they decided they wanted me on their payroll and I was approached by a certain colonel named Basque Grande. He wanted me to serve under him personally and help with some weapon developments during my stay. He offered a good amount of money and better yet he offered access to books, materials and facilities I would never otherwise have the priveledge to work in. So of course I said yes.
"What happened during the Ishval War?"
Oi, you're making me skip years of my story. . .Meh I suppose we can skip up to that point of the story. The years before it were somewhat tedious I admit. . . nothing, but training and research. To answer your question though. . quite simple really, I killed. . . and killed and killed and killed some more. Generally I was on the front lines, but whenever I felt tired I would retreat a safe distance and would proceed to utilize explosives from afar.
"I meant, what made you throw everything you had worked for away?"
I did not throw everything away, quite the opposite really. I upheld my values. You see that pesky colonel of mine was going to kill one leader and detain the rest. Now that would ruin the statistics I had submitted upon request of the Furher about the extermination percentage if certain designs of mine were used.
"So you killed fifty plus soldiers and another hundred civilians to protect you statistics?"
No! Are you not listening again? I killed fifty-one soldiers, two state alchemists and one hundred and thirty-one civilians to ensure a promise I made and to make sure my tools were used properly and to their maximum potential. I was arrested shortly after they discovered me at the scene and I was promply imprisoned here.
"An interesting story to be sure Mr. Vyers. You've given me a lot to think about."
Doctor. . .
"Yes Mr. Vyers?"
Why are you packing up your stuff? The story isn't over yet. . .
"What do you mean. . .?"
Just sit, all will be explained. You see, while I was imprisoned here immediately after being found, that does not mean that I am always here in this cell. I am a rather useful tool. I am what you might consider to be a job specific tool, I am a wrench for a rare nut and bolt. You see our Furher has had use of me from time to time.
"That can't be true."
Oh, but it is. I have been released many times to spread my fireworks when it suited his purpose. However I am rather tired of this and I fear that our Furher has found less and less uses for my particular skill set. That is why I am so intent on getting out of here of my own accord now.
"Tell us what the Furher has had you doing and I'll do everything in my power to help you Mr. Vyers."
You already have doctor. You have visited with me many times over the past few months, but you were always with guards or other doctors. Awhile back decided to do as you suggested and I have set goals and worked towards them.
"Mr. Vyers. . . why are you standing? Please sit down."
I'm afraid I can't do that doctor. You see I have a lot of the materials I need to get out, but one thing I do not have is the small amount of glycerin. That's why I was so happy when I found you would be here today. . . Say doc. . . did you know that your fat contains glycerin? I don't suppose I could convince you to give it to me willingly could I?
"Stay back!"
The hard way it is then. Before we begin let me say that I have enjoyed our sessions together doctor and as one intellectual to another I thank you for your motivation. . . to think that I may have very well just sat here rotting if you had not come along.
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Investigator Report - At twenty hundred the guards for that particular wing of the prison were supposed to change shifts. When the relieving shift arrived they found all fifteen soldiers dead as well as Dr. Kellsen dead. His stomach had been cut open and his fat reduced over a can of cooking oil that was smuggled in somehow. It was later determined that the glycerin was added to a nitrate capsule another doctor who had previously visited before took for heart pains and the mixture was placed inside the lock to shatter it, unlocking the cell. The doctor's notes were recovered at the scene and have been filed with this report.
Doctor's Notes - It is my expert opinion that prisoner Vyers can not be held responsible for any of his actions. It is my belief that he suffered a psychological break during his escape from the mine. By his general behavior I believe he either accidentally killed the woman named Kaylin. Either he misjudged his throw or when she reacted poorly to her father's death Mr. Vyers could not restrain himself from killing her.
Mr. Vyers while having compassion to a degree does not allow it to effect what he sees as his responsibilities and will kill to ensure the completion of even the most mundane tasks. He is definately too dangerous to every re-enter society. Furthermore I will be asking for the local police to investigate his home. While I am sure it has not been maintained seeing as his friends are merely other personalities, I am curious to see why Mr. Vyers believes so intense that Kaylin is with him.
Furthermore I suggest extra measures be taken to ensure the security of Mr. Vyers for both his own protection as well as others. Should he ever get out I believe he would simply begin to kill again in an attempt to prove the worth of his weapons and skills which he believes the military under valued when they locked him away.
Perhaps the most dangerous aspect about Mr. Vyers is the fact that his insanity is fairly well concealed aside from the occasional outburst at someone who is not there. I do believe he could walk into any shop or public building and act perfectly normal. . .
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