Orion woke up in a prison cell. He laid in his own pool of blood. His captors didn't even bother to treat him. If he didn't do something fast his wound be infected and he could potentially die. Orion generated white aura around his right hand and burned his wound. He screamed loudly. His scream echoed throughout the entire prison. Orion began breathing heavily. He experienced more pain this was nothing. Stop your bellyaching!" "What's with all the f.u.c.k.i.n.g screaming?!" "Did you chop off your own nuts or something?" yelled his cellmate. He stood on his feet and stared at his cellmate. His cellmate looked as if he was 60 years old. He had a long white beard. His hair was thinned out. The cellmate barely had any teeth. The teeth he did had were rotten. He was dressed in rags and had no shoes. "Who are you?" asked Orion. who sounded like a child. The man hopped off his rock hard bed and landed on his feet. " My name is Gorbachev." I stole some riches from nobles 20 years ago. "They finally caught up to me two years later and threw me in this jail." "I have been here for 18 years!" yelled Gorbachev. " So you haven't come up with a plan to escape?"1" asked Orion. Gorbachev used his sharp dirty fingernails to scratch his lice filled hair. "Uh... no." "But look at me!" yelled Gorbachev. " I am 60 years old!" " I am old and weak!" Gorbachev continued to talk about his failing limbs and organs. Orion sighed and went on his bed falling asleep.