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Surrounding Darkness

His dark, blood red hair was on his shoulders. His red eyes of doom narrowed, as he started at the young girl. Her heart pounded against her chest, her breath was short. Each time this man slightly moved, her heart skipped a beat. She was pinned against a cold steel wall, a hand of death around her neck. Horrible thoughts of death clouded her mind. She tried her best to push those thoughts away. The man continued to interrogate her, "Why do you continue to lie?!" he yelled. She couldn't answer him; she has no idea what he was talking about. She stayed silent. The man frowned, but his lips formed a cruel grin. He threw her down with a blast of darkness and it pinned her down. He walked closer to her staring into her blue eyes, "Make it easy on yourself, and tell me where it is!" "I do not know! I don't know!" she cried shakily. This was the truth, but she knew it was the wrong answer. The man chuckled at her response, "Alright then." he said, and then the dark shadow, threw her across the room. The girl hit her back hard, and her ears rung loudly. She fought back the pain, but it overwhelmed her and she fainted. The dark figure leaned over her and touched her right arm lightly. A dark shadow started to grow on her arm, and she tossed around in shear pain. He smiled at her and left the prison cell.

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"My King," the man reluctantly bowed to the King, "She insists on not knowing where the egg is. She's pushed me to the extreme; she's endured more than any other human. There's more to the girl than we know."

"Night is falling," responded the king, "you are at your strongest now. I assume that you have left a Shadow Mark?"

"Yes, my King."

"Good. Then haunt her until she confesses."

"My King, might I suggest that we put her in a more secure place? She is different, and-"

"The grass arena."

"My King!" the man was losing his temper, "that is lightly defended, she will escape!"

"Silence! Do you think I am a fool? It is surrounded with halls and armories; someone will spot her if she tries to run. Now, transport her there in two days, while she is asleep."

"Yes, my King," he growled and walked out with bitterness. The man proceeded to the girl's prison, finding her still unconscious. He stopped over her and put out his hand, inches from her flesh, now being consumed in darkness. A black aura descended onto her arm, and the girl screamed out with pain. The night sky now seemed white compared to her mark.

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The girl clutched the top of a pine tree. She looked over the forest that lay in flames before her, only her tree stood tall. Her heart ached as she saw the ant like animals running for shelter, they would not make it. Neither would she if she didn't find a way out. The red tongues of doom swelled up the forest until the flames were licking her twenty foot tree. The flames roared out in a dark voice, "Tell me, do you wish to die? Do you wish to parish like those who denied me?"
Bravely, she responded, "I deny you, your king," she spat, "and all of your evil, that's what I oppose."
The flames roared out, another wrong answer. The tree then suddenly went up in smoke, and she found herself falling, the unwelcoming flaming ground speeding towards her. She hit the ground hard, no burns came, but the pain was what welcomed her. She weakly rolled onto her back, lifted herself up on her elbows painfully, and warily looked around. The shadowed figure that described fear itself walked forward out of the flames.
"You like to bring pain onto yourself, don't you?" He reached down, dripped her neck and pulled her up off the ground. He smirked with cruelty in his eyes. "What are you hiding? What secrets are causing you to injure yourself? I'm DYING to know." She remained silent she refused to give in.
"I will then torture it out of you, to a point where death is welcoming."
He clearly enjoyed saying this, and he slowly disappeared, his hand the last to go. She fell to the ground, and did not wish to wake up, but reality forced her back

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She was pulled away from her nightmare, and her senses slowly came back. She felt the cold, steel ground beneath her, the smell of blood hanging in the air, and she reluctantly opened her eyes. She looked up and saw eyes of death upon her, accompanied by a dark, evil grin.

"Welcome back," he growled.

Completely terrified, she staggered, "P-please . . . don't."

"Don't what? Harm you?" He laughed evilly. "Winter, I've already done that." Her name? Was that her name? She looked at her arm and gasped. He was clearly enjoying her fear as her blue eyes were filling with tears. He walked towards her with one step, cherishing her fear as she jumped to her feet quickly, holding her arm close to her and backing up. A dark chuckle left him, "Welcome to Hell." He advanced towards her, but before she was within arms length of him, the door swung heavily open and behind him. Furious, he turned sharply around.

"Forgive me Shadow," the werewolf said, and, for an unknown reason to Winter, he bowed, "but the king," he spat, "wishes to see you." Filled with rage, he darkly glanced back at Winter and walked out, whispering something to the tall werewolf. The creature's brown fur moved with the breeze of Shadow passing, and he looked with distaste at Winter. Growling, he closed and locked the steel door, leaving her alone, cloaked in shadow. It was remarkably hard to fall asleep that night, knowing tortures awaited her in the morning. She wondered how long she could hold out, before she lost what she still had.

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She woke in the dim morning to see the werewolf from the previous night just lifting his hands from her neck. He stepped back and smiled a toothy grin. Winter reached up her trembling hands to her neck, and felt a freezing steel collar around her. She tried to gasp but the chain did not allow her neck to expand far enough to breath deeply. Her only thought was that she was now demoted to a dog. "Wait here," commanded the creature's hoarse voice. As if she had a choice! The bold creature left and Winter got up stiffly; the chains were heavier than she expected. She dragged her chains to the barred window and looked out at the beautiful sun rise. The red and orange hung above the sun as large clouds flew overhead. She sighed deeply, and picked up the long chain leash from her collar. She looked at it and fought to keep the tears away; she didn't want Shadow to feel accomplished. The sound of footsteps forced her to look up, and the bloodthirsty smirk welcomed her.
"Hello, Winter..." He chuckled as she sorely looked away. "I suppose you're still not telling then." Winter remained silent. Again, he smirked and tugged on her leash. She turned and walked out of the cell, slowly, for she knew what was awaiting her. Shadow leads her to a large room with a steel pole in the center. Winter's chain was tied to it and she could not look back. "Here," Shadow said behind her, "you can do the honors." She heard laughter and a werewolf howled. She heard a whip crack, readying for the torture, and she clenched her eyes close. She chewed her lip and embraced for her torture.

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Her back now viciously ripped open and bloody, she was thrown into her cell. She has collapsed during the beating and was thrown while still cringing. She hit the floor hard, and the ground was stained with her blood. Winter weakly coughed and rolled onto her side to take pressure off her back. She held herself back from screaming, and cringed at the sound of her name, "Winter." Shadow walked into her cell, and started down at her. "Do you really wish to continue this way?" She stayed silent as always. A forceful hand grabbed her chin and she looked into the red eyes that stared at her blue. "Answer me when I speak to you!"

Winter hesitated, but spoke, "No."

"Why then do you continue?!"

"To watch you fail."

Shadow growled and pushed her head down into the steel ground as Winter screamed a shrieking, blood freezing scream. "I would kill you if that wasn't what you wanted."

"Are you so sure?" Winter sobbed.

He knelt down and examined his fearful yet brave prisoner. He moved away her red hair and whispered into her ear, "Actually, I have other plans for you and that bloody king." Then he got up and left the room, locking the door after him, leaving Winter sobbing.

"Tomorrow!" Winter cried out in desperation, "Tomorrow you'll know..." There was no answer.