Hi guys. I'm a beginner and this is the first fanfic I've written. I read Red Queen and liked it a lot, so I decided to write a fanfic for it. I thought of maybe trying to write my own version of the third book. So here it goes… I hope you guys like it!
P.S. Contains major spoilers to Glass Sword, the second book.
Chapter One
"Wake up." Rough hands rolled me over. Cold water was splashed on my face. I wiped my face with chained hands. Stupid. The metal cut my face. I tried to sit up properly, but as I moved, a boot collided with my stomach. Laughter. Groaning, I doubled over, clutching my stomach. I tried to look at my wake-up call but everything was blurred. It wouldn't have helped if I could see them anyway, since they wore masks.
"Get up." They grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. I blinked a few times and looked around. It was the same cage Elara had put me in before, with bars of Silent stone.
"His highness, King Maven, will be seeing you soon. He has something special in mind for you." They laughed and pulled me out of the cage, using the chains which bound my wrists together. One turned and prodded me in the back whenever I was going too slowly. After a few minutes of them taunting me, we stopped. Apparently, this is where they left me. I turned and faced the door before me. They let go of my chains. Seizing my chance, I tried to summon lightning. When I did, the collar around my neck burned red hot. I screamed in pain and clawed at it, trying to rip it off. It did me no good, just scorched my palms.
"Ah! Make it stop!" I cried. They said nothing, just opened the door and pushed me through. I fell to my knees, still screaming. The pain wouldn't go away.
"Stand up." A familiar voice said. It was Maven. "I want you to look at me, to kneel down."
The pain stopped. I got to my feet, looking around, finally realizing where I was. It was an arena. The stands were filled with Silvers. There were cameras at every angle, probably to broadcast this to Red villages. Would Cal be watching? I thought. A knife of memory stabbed me in the chest. The way he looked at me before I left, I would never forget. In his eyes, I was a monster, not any better than his brother.
But it was true. I am a monster.
Stop thinking about Cal, you idiot.
I turned and looked at Maven, trying to avoid his eyes. It was too painful to look into those blue eyes, the ones which used to belong to a boy whom I once knew, who was my friend. But that boy is gone, dead, just a memory now. He frowned and flicked his wrist. As I disobeyed his wish, the collar began to burn again. I screamed as he laughed and the crowd cheered. I dropped down to my knees and bowed my head.
"Better." I looked up at him. The pain disappeared. "Let me explain what this all is. You see, my friends have been suggesting what I should do first when you come. But none of them were good enough. Until somebody suggested this," He gestured around us, "but that I have to kill you in the process. Now where's the fun in that? So I decided to change it around a bit. I get to torture you with my powers. And you stand there helpless, showing everyone the pathetic, little girl you are without your lightning." He stopped and grinned, sending chills down my spine. "Instead of killing you, we do this any day I feel like it." He turned around before adding, "Oh, and say bye to your little friends before we start. I don't think you'll be able to after this."
Somebody walked over and unbound my chains. Maven turned and looked at me, smiling eerily. I steadied myself, trying to calm down a little. But as he produced a flame in his hand, I shattered.
"I am going to love this." He said.
Just after he said that, the horn blew, indicating that the fight had begun. The fireball shot towards me and I ducked in time, so the spark just singed the ends of a few of my hairs. He threw one at my feet and I rolled over.
"I have a lot of ideas in mind for you. In fact, a few days ago, I ran into your little gang. It was easy, taking him. So gullible. Oh, I mean Cal. He seemed to believe that I had really changed. That I was the brother he loved. And fell right into my trap. I'm pretty sure you'll be seeing him soon-" I ran over to him and threw a punch filled with emotion. Maven turned his head towards me as I backed away, my anger boiling. He touched his lip and looked at it. Blood. Once, Reds yearned to see Silver blood poured in the arena. I wonder how they would react to seeing the king bleed.
"You'll pay for that. Not only in your blood, but in others' as well." He whispered. And when he said that, I knew he meant ones I love.