Author Notes: I felt Ch 1 was a little too short for an honest opinion if I should continue so I went ahead and loaded Ch 2. Hope you all enjoy!
EM ;)
Ch. 2 THE HEALER
She was woken by the sound of the wooden door opening. She cringed at the light that entered the cell. A dark young man entered with a tray of items. He looked different from the rest. He was clean and well maintained. A shadow of bristles lined his jaw and his head was shaven except for the very short Mohawk he had. His tight shirt displayed his powerful muscles underneath. His strong arms were decorated with hypnotizing tattoos that she couldn't tear her eyes off of. He walked in carefully. His cautious eyes watched her while she still sat on the floor against the wall. Her arms covered her body protectively. She had her face fixed at a glare as he walked towards her with what seemed like medical supplies. He kneeled slowing as he started to inspect her body. He must be some type of healer is what she concluded. "Do you treat all your prisoners this nicely?" It was meant to be a snarky remark, but it came out just about a whisper. He continued to inspect her as if she hadn't spoken. He dipped a small cloth into a bowl of water and slowly moved towards her injured arm. She quickly reacted by swatting his hand away. "Don't touch me." She growled at him. He then grabbed her arm and started to clean her wound a little more forceful, ignoring her. She then raised her free arm to strike him, but he quickly grabbed it before it made contact. In a stale mate there was nothing she could do, but look into his eye. His dark brown eyes were soft and caring, even though his exterior looked so harsh. "You're lucky it's me and not Gus. He wouldn't take you attitude so leniently." His face inched closer to hers. She could feel his light breaths on her face. "Please let me just help you and I'll leave." She nodded as he released her arm. She studied him carefully as he cleaned and bandaged her wounds. He could easily overpower her if he wanted to, but he didn't. Something about how gentle his hands were made her feel safe with him.
Soon after he left a strong intimidating woman barges in. Catching her off guard she stood up quickly to defend herself. The apathetic woman walks towards her and without hesitation grabs her face. Even though she tried to get out of the woman's grip it was futile. The woman was too strong. She had short curly hair. Her dark brown eyes matched her skin and her body was decorated with scars. She was a well-seasoned warrior. Trying her best not to show the fear she felt in the pit of her stomach, she gave the woman an icy stare. "Are you Octavia Blake, sister of your leader, Bellamy Blake?" She blinked in confusion. How did they know who she was? She used her strongest voice and answered "Yes I am." That's all it took for the woman to release her face and walk out as quickly as she had came in. She sat back down not understanding how they knew her. Yes, her people loved and respected her. She was a great warrior and leader, but how did they know her. Her worries soon melted away as she closed her eyes trying to forget the nightmare she was living.
Since that day no one else visited her. She got use to the routine of guards sliding her food and water without a word. At least she felt some comfort when the healer would check up on her. She would try to fight the smile when she would see him. She would look away quickly when he would touch her skin, trying to hide her blush. He was always so gentle with her. He never spoke, but his eyes said everything. He cared about her.
Today she would take a big risk; she would ask the healer to tell her why she was here. Maybe he would tell her to calm her nerves, but he could also remain silent like all the other days. She stood up and started pacing the length of her cell weighing all the outcomes. She quickly turned to the door when she heard the familiar sound of it being open.
End of Chapter Notes: Please Review! Tell me what you think!
EM ;)
