Hey y'all this is goind to be a challenge because now i shall be running three stories all at the same time. Can you say, "A lot of emails."? I can't wait. So here is my fifth story have fun.
"Get off of me!" I ordered not exactly sure where I was anymore.
It was pitch black but the person leading me didn't seem to have a problem at all. My hands were bound painfully behind my back by something that could only be held by magic. We came up on a rather dismal building. The wall was all cement blocks without paint.
The person slammed me up against the wall. I turned my head so that I would go full head on. The mysterious figure pressed me up against the wall and whispered in my ear with a terrible hiss, "Where issss he?" It demanded. It sounded more like a female snake and I had no clue what was going on.
"I don't…" Whack! My head hit the wall again as it slammed me there.
"Don't ansssswer unlesssss it issss a location." She whispered in my ear.
I stayed silent. I didn't know who she was talking about or why her s was carried out like a snake's would be. She peeled me off the wall and led me around toward what I guessed would be a door.
The automatic door slid open heavily. Yea, your thinking nice little glass door that slides away and then back. No, it was a giant medal door the groaned on the tracks and then locked back into place with a deafening snap.
The gray walls were dressed with nothing as the inside came into view. There was a desk in the center of the room and a dark haired man sitting behind it tapping his fingers on the table. A rather large man looking thing with a large javelin stepped out with a chair and placed it in front of the desk.
The thing leading my threw me in the chair and leaned down to my ear again, "You don't move, and he might not kill you little hero." The things lips left my ear leaving the evil mist in the air.
"No need to threaten, Lilith." The man at the desk said. "These blasted lights aren't on. I can't see a thing."
The guy with the javelin flipped on the lights and the man at the desk came into view. His hair was long as if he hadn't been able to afford a barber in long time. His face was young though maybe late teens early twenties. His eyes were a dark grey almost black. They were so dark it wouldn't surprise me if everything to him was tinted grey.
"Oh my, what a new soul I never would have known." His eyes seemed to be boring straight into me as he looked me over. "She had such hope, hope that will easily be destroyed. Strong though, she can be used."
The surroundings of the room came to my interest again as I realized there was a line of large guys with javelins and other weapons. They all had one eye placed in the center of their head. Surprisingly, I didn't mind. I had seen a guy like that once before when I had been attacked in the seventh grade by a possible sex offender who was never found.
"My dear, I don't appreciate it when I am not paid respect." I didn't really pay him any attention. "Look at me!" he demanded. I turned his way and now his eyes were black. He was right in front of my face as if he had been there the whole time staring fiercely into my eyes. He clamped his hand around my jaw cutting of any attempt to avert my gaze. Tears began to sting my eyes as I figured I wasn't going to be getting out anytime soon. "Get her out of here." He ordered.
Seconds later I was ripped out of the seat and led out. The same person who had led me in was forcing me outside and toward another building. This building was built like a high school. In other words it was built like true hell. The doors clicked back into place behind us as the inside revealed something worse then the outside. Cells, barred rooms with cement walls on three sides and one person in each, sometimes two.
The broken looks on every person's face looked like they had been painted there and would never go away kind of like smiling clown. Most people were in their pajamas curled up in the fetal position. There were cots set on each cell but only one so if there were two in a cell the brave one would take the blood stained floor.
I was led to the end of the corridor to the last cell. This one seemed to be the cleanest of the ones I had seen, but the person inside looked like it had gone mentally insane. I had to get closer in order to find out that it was a girl.
Her hair was matted and curly so that was a mess. Tears streaked through the grime on her face. Her eyes were green, but they seemed to be illuminating them selves slowly. She looked wise as if she could tell you exactly what was going to happen.
"Ssssorry about your roommate." The lady leading me chuckled. Keys clanked against other keys as she worked on the lock. Her legs poured around me making me thoroughly uncomfortable considering they were green and scaly like large anacondas.
She shoved me in and as soon as the door was locked my wrist were freed. I didn't know why I was here. I hadn't done anything. Had I? I mean I got in trouble at school but my psychiatrist said that was from my mother leaving me when I was young leaving me with my father.
I turned away from the bars. Two bars were covered in blood as if someone had bleeding hands and was begging to be free. The sight made my skin crawl, but the one I had turned to was worse.
This girl my cellmate was leaned against the wall avoiding light of the moon. Her eye stuck out through the dark and her hair was matted so much her curly hair was stuck to the sides of her face. She looked completely calm though. Her hands were covered in sores and the back of her orange shirt was lashed away by marks that looked as if made by a whip.
"I can't do it." She murmured staring at her knees. She rolled her head back and looked at the ceiling. "They took me away and I can't tell them." Her attitude was really starting to get on my nerves, but I sat down and listened since there was nothing better to do. "Apollo, forgive me" she whispered before losing it and jumping up from her spot.
She ran over toward me and I had to dodge quickly before she rammed into me. She threw her self up against the bars. Her eyes were going a shockingly neon green.
"Stuck in a world where only death lay,
A death toll the heroes must pay.
Three shall come to end your reign,
Thee shall loose a large gain." Her eye dimmed back down slowly as she collapsed against the bars.
I expected some large thing to come to the bars and rip her to shreds leaving her body in pieces on the floor. Instead, a boy waltzed up to the bars with shackles. "You finally cooperate, Rachel?"
"I told you the only prophecies I have for your kind. Can I leave now?" She was breathing heavily only held up by the bars in front of her.
"I'm sorry. Rachel, boss says you aren't going anywhere any time soon." He stroked the side of her face that was somehow condescending instead of caring.
"Don't touch me you bastard." She ordered pushing back from the bars.
"Twenty lashing instead of dinner Rachel Elizabeth Dare." The boy stalked away from the cell heading on to the next."
She turned away from the bars and walked back over to the spot on the wall she had been earlier. Her eyes were no longer sticking out in the dark and she seemed completely defeated.
"Who is your parent?" She wondered from the darkness. I was shocked to no sense. I couldn't answer.
"My what?" I asked rather puzzled that she would even bother to ask me about my family.
"Olympian parent, do you even know what you are?"
What I am? I thought to myself. Was she implying that I wasn't human? I moved back against the wall basking in the moonlight that poured in.
"So, do you?" Rachel pressed.
"Frankly, I think you are crazy. Maybe it's time for you to go to sleep." I said in more a smart attitude than called for.
"Not until you tell me who you are." She demanded.
"Fine, fine," I shouted and then called myself. "My name is Katherine Mason Mores."
"Full name I am guessing is Aikaterine Mason Mores."
My jaw fell slack and my chin dropped practically to the floor. How had she known that? "What? How did you?"
"Aikaterine is Greek for Katherine. And you are part Olympian from Ancient Greece."
"Now, I know you're crazy. Nap time for the crazy person." I yelled hoping someone would come and get her.
"No, be quiet you imbecile. I am trying to help you here. How old are you?" She was mad and then completely kind. Let's see; she is mental and bipolar.
"I'm 16." I said rather confused at this point. Why the hell does she want to know this about me?
"That's peculiar." She whispered to no one.
"What's peculiar about it?" I wondered. Once again this chick was freaking me out.
"Oh nothing, you need to get some sleep. I'll take the floor." She tucked herself into the darkest corner. All I could see was the faint glow of her eyes disappear behind her eyelids as she fell asleep.
I pull the cot over into the moonlight and fell asleep peacefully. My dream wasn't too pleasant though. I was lost in the woods, but my dream self seemed perfectly at ease with the fact. I could hear something walking through the woods. It sounded big and dangerous, but once again my dream self was completely at ease. A giant wolf appeared from the darkness of a line of trees. The wolf was snow white and bowed o me as if I was royalty. It nodded its head for me to follow and I did. We both went into the pitch black of the night. My dream ended.
What do you think? Read and review. I love this story and it will get a little dark, but i am not gothic i swear. Tell me who you think Aikaterine is a daughter of. And then tell me why you think she is in this jail. The Jail of the Forbidden.
Sincerely,
wisegirlindisguise