Title: Safe and Guarded
P.O.V: Third Person
Warning: Use of a Fan/Original character.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Vesperia nor any rights/claims to it. I do, however own the fan/original character that the story follows.
Concerns: I, Azure Tragedy, would appreciate it if I had some reviews. Ideas are always welcomed as well as ways to improve. This is a limited offer, but those that take the time to give reviews well be able to have a special appearance with a Fan/Original Character that they have.
"I told you already; I don't remember!" A shriek echoed within the stone dungeon. The sound of skin making contact with skin followed soon after with a thump. A groan from pain escaped a woman's throat as she picked her head up slowly. She tried to stop the room from spinning but it was in vain. Footsteps walked from behind her before taking a seat at the other side of the table she sat at.
"Lying will get you no where, dear. Am I supposed to believe that-; "He was cut off by the woman kicking the table towards him. The man glared at the woman, pushing long hair out of his face. With another smack to the woman's already bruising face he walked out. The knights that stood by the door opened it for him.
"See to it that this beggar" he spat, "is locked away," was the last command that came out of his mouth. The woman glared at the table as the knights grabbed her up by her arms. They forced her to walk while standing by her sides. She stared at the ground with narrowed orange eyes. I will make him pay, she thought clenching her first tightly within their bounds behind her back.
They stopped at a cell within the very back of the room. One of the knights shoved her in without a word while the other one just let out a snicker. She didn't turn to them but just sat on the cold hard floor. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear either of the knights taking behind her. A pushing feeling came from her back alerting her someone was standing just out of reach.
One of the knights – the one that was snickering – had walked into her cell. He took off his gloves slowly, dropping them carelessly to the floor. The other knight stood outside of the cell with his back turned. Fear enveloped the orange eyed woman slowly, shrouding around her like a cloak. She used her legs to push herself away from him.
He laughed cruelly.
"Now, now, don't make a sound. Don't want the captain to hear," he laughed some more roughly grabbing her hair. She let out a scream as he forced her onto her feet by her white locks. He waved his pointer finger at her making a "tsk" noise. A smug look had snaked on to his face.
"Didn't I say not to make a sound?" He whispered before his eyes narrowed. He flexed his hand before tightening it into a fist. With a swift movement he had punched her in the face. She let out a yelp at the contact. The woman had accidentally bitten the inside of her cheek causing it to bleed.
He gave another punch to the face causing the blood that was forming inside her mouth to fly out. The woman's head turned to the side. She locked her jaw to keep from screaming though the searing pain that was engulfing her face was making it hard. She felt tears building up in her eyes as he gave a quick jab to the stomach. She lurched forward with a shaky heave feeling her stomach churn and wanting to empty.
The man stepped back allowing her to collapse on the floor. He picked up his gloves, smacking them onto his thigh to clean it of any dirt that may have collected on them. He walked out of the cell with a laugh. The door had closed and the woman stayed still. Her head was spinning, her face was in pain, her hands were still bound, and she had no idea where she was.
The woman slowly picked herself the best she could, glancing around the place she'll be calling "home" for however long it may take. She moved over towards the bed trying to use it as a way to remove her binds. No such luck. So she did the next thing she could think of – uncomfortably move her hands and untie it.
She didn't know how she knew this but she curled her legs up as close her body as possible, lifted herself slightly to move her hands quickly under herself. Her arms were now under her legs. With a sigh she rocked onto her back, slipped her hands out and over her legs. This had placed the bounded hands in front of her where they were supposed to be. She fiddled around with the rope – making it rub raw – and even went as far to use her teeth to untie it.
After many attempts she had succeeded.
Rubbing her now red wrists the woman sat on the bed looking at the stone floor. Using the cold that the stones had produces themselves felt well on her bruising face but she didn't want to get any infections. She gave a heavy sigh lying on the bed. She traced shapes on the bed slowly as means to entertain herself the best she could.
"I wonder where I'm at…" she questioned herself out loud. She ran a hand through her hair blinking her orange colored eyes tiredly. Today was a weird day to her. She didn't know who these guys were or if they were really the "good-guys" as they proclaimed. She let out a snort at that.
Good guys my ass; she thought bitterly massaging her aching jaw. That guy knew how to throw a punch though. Something hit the woman that made her sit straight up quickly. She gripped onto her head painfully with wide eyes.
The white haired woman hadn't a clue about anything.
She didn't even know who she was.