Visions Of Hell

Inside the prison, an eerie silence prevailed, broken only by the sound of approaching footsteps. The sound of the footsteps grew louder and louder.

Avinash was about to fall asleep when, suddenly, a blue screen appeared before him:

Not enough energy.

Failed.

Failed again...

System shutdown.

Avinash: "Why is this thing showing up again after 15 minutes? And it's not like everyone else can see it. I asked the guy next to me, but even he has no clue about it. What is this thing? If it's some sort of superpower, it's the most useless superpower I've ever seen. Starts and shuts down right away. Wow!"

Then, with a loud creak, the door of room number 76 opened.

Aniket: "I knew it! No one can resist my charm. I was sure you'd come here, Shabnam! Witch! Return my money! I want my ₹5 back right now!"

A piercing scream echoed: "Ahhhhhh!"

The loud scream abruptly jolted Avinash awake from his sleep.

Aniket, plugging his ears with his fingers, shouted, "Who the hell is barking in the middle of the night? His mother's... glory!"

The screams were so horrifying that everyone in the prison woke up.

Aniket yelled, "James!"

Leaning against the wall, Aniket angrily shouted, "James! What's going on?"

On the other side, James raised his trembling hand and begged, "Please, kill me! Just kill me!"

A merciless voice responded from the front, "What's the hurry? First, raise your middle finger and beg for your life."

James, trembling uncontrollably, cursed and said, "Bitch! So you really do know what it means."

Then he spat toward Isabella's face, but a mysterious energy stopped it mid-air.

With a smile, Isabella stepped closer and inserted a strange bug into his ear. She said, "This will cause you such unbearable pain that you'll go to any extent to beg for death, but death will not come to you."

The grotesque, human-faced bug slowly crawled into James's ear. Soon, red veins began to appear on his face. Blood poured profusely from his eyes. He screamed so loudly that blood started to flow from his throat.

James was in such extreme agony that he began tearing the skin off his own face.

A soft voice spoke nearby, "Princess, forgive me, but if this continues, he will die. May I heal him?"

Isabella glared at him and said, "Permission granted."

With that, she walked away.

The man stepped forward slowly, his hands glowing with an unusual green light. He began to heal James's wounds. However, James's head still throbbed intensely, as if something inside was clawing at his brain. After a while, even that subsided.

Seeing himself somewhat healed, James whispered in a faint voice, "Thank you!"

As Isabella stepped outside and began to walk away, everyone stared at her. Fear was evident on their faces.

Everyone, except one—Aniket.

Aniket stared directly into her eyes.

When Isabella noticed the hatred in Aniket's gaze, she responded with an executioner's smile and walked away.

Aniket's eyes shifted to her hands, which were still stained with red blood.

Meanwhile...

A man approached and said, "Hero, my name is Xavier. As you can see, I work as a doctor here. Are you feeling pain anywhere else?"

James replied, "No, just my hands."

Xavier looked at James's hands, which were still bleeding profusely. Princess Isabella had mercilessly ripped out his fingernails.

Xavier grabbed James's hands, gently stroked them, and then suddenly snapped one of his fingers.

James screamed at the top of his lungs, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

But Xavier didn't care. He continued breaking James's fingers one by one.

After breaking them all, Xavier healed James's fingers and then started breaking them again.

Laughing maniacally, Xavier said, "Breaking fingers isn't as fun as I thought. Maybe I should start plucking out your hair one by one."

The entire prison echoed with James's agonized screams and cries of pain.

Aniket, consumed by rage, punched the wall and shouted, "You bastards, I won't spare you!"

The punch was so forceful that the black wall was stained red with blood.

Sparks of faint lightning flickered around Aniket's fists.

Amber-colored sparks erupted from the wall where his fist struck.

Aniket looked at his injured hands, now bleeding from the impact.

A few moments later, exhausted, he collapsed to the ground, lying flat, staring at the ceiling. He muttered, "I will destroy all of you."

And then...

He began to recall the time when everyone ran away from him. A boy had approached him and said, "Boss, you're amazing!"

Aniket, still angry, said, "How dare you insult me?"

James, panicking, replied, "No, no! I didn't insult you! Brother, please listen to me."

James, holding his jaw in his hands, stepped closer and said, "I only meant it as a compliment!"

Aniket: "Oh, you were saying 'Boss'? I thought you said something else. My mistake. Alright, I forgive you."

James, still baffled, muttered, "But it wasn't my fault… oh well, leave it. You really are amazing."

Aniket: "Oh, I know. I've been amazing since childhood. Forget all that—how's your leg now?"

James: "Uh, yeah, I think it's fine."

Just then...

A soldier kicked them from behind and shouted, "Will you two shut up and move forward already?"

A while later, James's screams of pain finally subsided. Xavier, his clothes drenched in blood, stepped out of the room.

Aniket: "James, are you okay?"

A faint voice responded, "He... he'll kill me!"

Aniket shouted, "Shut up, James! Get a grip! Nobody is going to kill you!"

But James was still trembling with fear. He stammered, "He's going to..."

Half an hour later

The entire prison was engulfed in silence.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the quiet: "Will this happen to us too? I want to go home!" The sound of sobbing echoed through the prison.

Then a voice spoke up: "This is your fault, you bastard! If you hadn't done that, we wouldn't be in this mess... If only you...!"

Everyone began blaming the same person for everything.

Avinash, enraged, shouted, "Shut up! Keep your mouths shut! Do you really think that if he hadn't done it, none of this would've happened? Stop pushing your mistakes onto others!"

Aniket bellowed, "Stop barking like dogs! I have something very important to ask all of you. So listen carefully!"

The room fell silent, waiting for his "important" question.

Aniket smirked and said, "I need to pee really badly. Can someone tell me what to do?"

Avinash smacked his forehead in frustration. "This idiot is definitely the landlord of stupidity! Feel free to curse him as much as you want!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed. A soldier entered and said, "There's a bucket right next to you. Use it. And don't even think about dirtying the walls!"

Aniket: "અને પાણી?"

The soldier stared at him, confused, then clarified, "I mean, jal?"

The soldier snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting? Just wipe it clean and move on."

With that, he tossed a disgustingly foul rag toward Aniket's face.

Aniket narrowly dodged it, looking at the filthy rag in horror. "I'd rather die than use this thing, you monsters!"

Midnight

Aniket yelled, "I don't know how many of you understand other languages, but listen carefully! We're being watched 24/7.

However, that's not the real problem. The main issue is that these people only understand our 'main language,' and we can only understand each other's 'main language' too. If I speak in English, those of you who don't know English won't understand me. The same applies to them.

Finally, what I want to say is this: we all have superpowers.

That means we still have a chance to escape from here. We don't know their true intentions."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him: "What's new in that? We all know we have superpowers."

Aniket, with a surprised expression, said, "Do you all really know about this?"

Avinash thought to himself, So, I'm not the only one seeing this Blue Screen or system.

Just then, a third voice spoke, "Do I also have superpowers?" There was a hint of astonishment in the voice.

The same voice continued, "Understanding each other's language—what good will that do? Should I ask ants to dig a tunnel for me? Or tell a rat to gather its army for battle?"

Interrupting, Aniket said, "Wait, wait! I think you're misunderstanding something." But before he could explain further…

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed, followed by the noise of numerous footsteps.

The group fell silent, and a nervous voice whispered, "Could it be her… coming back?"

Avinash, looking ahead with growing anxiety, saw two shadows near the door. Slowly, the door creaked open.

What appeared strange to Avinash was the sight of one man holding a wooden bucket and a butcher's knife. The other man resembled a church priest. Their faces were covered, making it impossible to guess their age or appearance.

Before Avinash could make sense of it, the priest suddenly commanded loudly, "Activate!"

Instantly, Avinash felt chains, previously attached to the wall, tightening around his hands and legs. They pulled him back, pinning him against the wall. The event happened so fast that he didn't have time to react.

Looking ahead, he saw that the person in front of him was similarly bound by chains and stuck to the wall.

The man holding the knife had trembling hands, which made the priest yell, "Follow the orders you've been given!"

Avinash was still trying to figure out what to do when the butcher stepped forward and cut deep gashes into both of his palms.

Avinash screamed, "What are you doing?! Have you all gone mad?!" Tears were on the verge of spilling from his eyes.

The butcher hesitated for a moment but then punched Avinash hard in the face, shouting, "Shut your mouth, you dog!" His voice trembled, and it seemed as though he was internally breaking down.

Avinash could feel the blood flowing from his wounds, dripping onto the ground. The pain was intense but barely tolerable.

The blood slowly crept toward the bucket, as if being pulled into it. Or perhaps the bucket itself was drawing the blood in.

The priest, growing angrier, said, "What are you doing? At this rate, it'll take forever to drain his blood. I'm telling you, cut off his hand so the bucket fills faster!"

Hearing the screams coming from other cells, the butcher trembled uncontrollably. Most of the captives were merely 16 or 17 years old.

Turning around, the butcher stammered, "How can you be so cruel? I can't do this anymore. Can't you see he's the same age as my son? No… I won't do this. I'm leaving."

As the man moved forward, the priest grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the wall. The force was enough to crack the wall. The man flailed desperately, trying to free himself.

The priest, speaking calmly but coldly, said, "Follow the orders you've been given, whether you like it or not. Or do you want your wife and children to rot in the slums forever?"

And then, he released his grip on the man's throat. The man, gasping for air, nodded reluctantly and said, "Alright."

There was a hint of sympathy on his face for Avinash. He softly said, "I'm sorry, kid, but I have no other choice. I'll do my best to make it hurt less."

With that, in a single motion, he severed Avinash's hand.

Avinash, barely able to endure the excruciating pain, let out a loud scream.

Meanwhile…

Not everyone was as fortunate.

"So, you're the hero, Aniket. My name is Xavier, and Princess has instructed me to take special care of you."

Aniket smirked lightly and said, "What a b*tch."

Xavier's expression hardened. "Please mind your words."

Turning to a man standing nearby, he commanded, "Skin him alive, just like you do with animals. You're quite skilled at it, aren't you?"

The man next to him gave a cruel smile. "Of course. This is something I'd be happy to do."

Aniket chuckled faintly. "Cut the nonsense! By the way, tell me, Mr. Xavier, do you happen to have a superpower? The healing kind, perhaps?"

Xavier's eyes narrowed. "That boy escaped the dorm so quickly? I thought it would take him at least a week to recover."

Aniket laughed. "Oh, yeah. He told me how you broke his fingers one by one after healing him."

Xavier replied calmly, "My apologies, but I'll ensure you get better treatment than that."

Aniket smiled sarcastically. "Why not? Let's talk about it while you torture me. I'm starting to get a bit curious about superpowers."

The man standing nearby, licking his knife like a maniac, laughed uncontrollably. "I don't think there'll be much left of you to talk about after this."

Xavier, maintaining his composure, said, "Of course, I'll explain everything to you."

Half an hour later

Xavier uttered, "Heal."

A green light began to glow, gradually closing Aniket's wounds. Even the severed limbs began to regenerate.

As Xavier turned to leave, Aniket's voice called from behind, "Aren't you afraid? Everything you've told me—I could use it against you."

Xavier and the other man, who were about to leave, turned back in shock. The other man yelled, "You... How can you still be talking? You…"

Xavier, who usually kept his calm, now had visible astonishment on his face. The thought running through his mind was, What kind of monster is this boy standing before me?

Masking his surprise after a brief moment, Xavier responded calmly, "I don't think that's going to happen. Without Mana, no matter how special your powers are, they're useless."

Meanwhile…

The butcher shouted, "That's enough! The bucket's already full. Heal him quickly, or he'll die!"

The priest walked forward slowly, muttering, "Yes, yes, I'll do it. We can't let him die, after all—at any cost. Isn't that right, hero?"

Avinash, with lifeless eyes, barely managed to lift his gaze. On the other side, Aniket muttered faintly, yet resolutely, "Everyone will pay the price for this."

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