Captured #2

As Mike stood there with his Wargan eyes finally adjusting to the dark dungeon, he was more eager to get out of the place now that Kelso the blood elf wanted to pick sides with him. He was still iffy of the strange man, who wouldn't be? But he was running out of options and out of time to get ahold of that king once and for all, and call him out on his lies.

Kelso took a deep breath and got up out of the bed to see Mike still standing there in front of the old rusted and now dented metal bars of the cell.

Water was dripping in the distant bars that went on further and deeper into the dark creepy dungeon, it was raining at Stormwind now, and it hasn't rained in awhile, now that it's the beginning of winter.

Kelso turned his head around to try and see into the dark where the dripping noise was coming from. He couldn't see in the dark because he's a blood elf. wargans can see in the dark in both their human and Wargan forms. And people who's classes are as a rogue or as a Druid can learn a spell to possess seeing in the dark as well, but that takes some training to master, and it doesn't last very long either, then lastly the night elves people can see in the dark too, and they can be any class because their race is actually born into it, hence why they are called night elves to begin with.

Mike growled and walked back father towards his bed then stretched his body some, and ran tears the cells door at full speed, this time hitting it even harder than he did before.

Mikes body fell to the ground this time, he grumbled in pain, but got back up again and as he saw the bars once again, this time they where finally dented far enough for him to hopefully squeeze his way out of them.

Kelso walked back up towards the sound of Mike falling down. His eyes adjusting to the little amount of light from the front cells door that was only a couple feet away from them that leads up a few rocky steps.

He saw Mike dusting himself off then Mike reached up to the bent bars and started to bend them even further with his very strong hands, and he then made the two bars next to each other crack and break off. They fell to the hard ground with a loud thud. Mikes face brightened back up with a cocky smirk at how strong he is.

Kelso rolled his eyes feeling jealous. "Wow you actually did it" Kelso said clapping his hands as he was being an audience for Mike.

Mike let out a half laugh and said "I'm not letting you out, I barely even know you. Good luck." Said the Wargan man as he squeezed through the broken cell with his upper torso and then the rest of his body. He then landed on his feet like a cat.

Kelso grabbed onto his cells bars and said angrily and spitting "get me the fuck out of here! Or I will kill you!" He grumbled at Mike.

Mike turned to look at the weird man, "yeah right."he said then turned back around to leave up the old steps.

Kelso yelled again at Mike "you will regret this!" He warned him.

Mike just rolled his eyes at this. Now why would Mike regret freeing himself and not some stranger ? This man is nuts.

Mike shook his head again, he then slowly twisted the old knob on the main door that leads into the dungeon.

He took one more look at the blood elf man, but the man went back into the he dark corner and sat back down on his bed. Just sitting there with his head down looking at the cold ground. Mike shook his head at the pathetic man.

As soon as Mike was free from the dungeon, he walked as quick as he could back up the stairs that lead back up to the main room of the Kings throne room. Mike was a fast man, so it took him no time to walk quickly back up the stairs.

He stopped at another door, this one was the main door for back into the throne room. Mike breathed in deeply, then breathed back out. He was ready to face the king again. He wants to fight him and show him his place, Even though the vampire struck Mikes leg last time they fought. He wasn't going to let poison stop him. Mike is a stubborn man, and whoever crossed him the wrong way will face his wrath.

Mike then began to shake as if his angered body wanted to shape shift into his Wargan form. "Shit! Not now." He said to himself. Grabbing onto a torch on the side of the wall and accidentally breaking the handle off after his strength got stronger, the torch then clattered onto the hard floor making the halls echo.

Mike turned around to look behind him to make sure nobody was there. He was alone, for now. He then slowly pushed the old wooden door open to the kings throne room...