Eric awoke from a dream...gah how he hated this dream. It was a weird and peculiar dream because it is the only dream that he can have constantly and the only one that he can remember every part of it, yet there is no picture, no sound, and no sight. There is something going on, but he can't make out anything in the dream whenever he has it. He didn't know what it was about this dream, but whenever he has it, it frightens him. It chills him to the very bone...and yet nothing happens that he can make out. It was so confusing.
He awoke tired, as if he never got any sleep at all...it happens every time he has that dream. These were the days when he would usually lose in the arena if he ever went in a fight after the dream. How unfortunate luck, he realized. If he had to fight, he wasn't in his prime condition to do so. He sighed as the memories came flooding back. He had tried to escape from the people when the man he tried to rescue slammed him into a wall. In that time, two managed to catch up, handcuff them, and take them somewhere. Somewhere in between, for whatever reason, he fell asleep. He didn't know where he was, but he knew it would be in a place practically unnoticeable, if not invisible.
"Dammit..." he muttered. He was suddenly very angry at whoever he had tried to save. We might have had a chance if he hadn't pounded me into that damn wall, he thought, and for what? Mistrust? He'd never know. He suddenly remembered the tournament he entered. Crap...he thought. How much time had gone past? Whether it was a few minutes or a few hours, it wouldn't matter. By the time he would be released, the tournament would be years done...if he was lucky.
Well, serves myself right, he thought. He got in the way of business and now he was a target as well. He let his anger against the military take over and it led him to some rash actions. For all he knew, the man was a wanted criminal of some sort. Maybe that was why he pinned him to the wall. To murder and rob, like he was wanted for in the first place. It made sense.
Where was the man anyway? It was now that he realized that his hands were handcuffed and his ankles bound to the chair. He wasn't in a position to find out what bound his ankles there anyway. He noticed a woman standing there. "Excuse me, ma'am," he asked,"But can you tell me where I am? even though this person was the enemy, he always lived up to his reputation as The Gentleman. "I plan to be bound for the Arena soon," he laughed at his little pun he made while jingling his cuffs around. He loved puns. They were so hard to use...especially in a grim time like today. He used them in the Arena because it took their mind of the battle. Any time outside of the Arena, he used them for fun. Maybe this woman needed some fun in her life.