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Chapter 3

He shut the cell door behind him, locking it as well. He turned and smiled at me, the crown tipping down slightly. Still too big for you, I wanted to say. But my jaw was one reason and the other was what happened to the rest of me. His lip was healed, a tiny scratch he couldn't stand to keep there. As he pushed the crown back into place, Maven walked over to me, touching a few cuts and bruises on my face. I winced as he neared me.

"You're probably wondering why I sent a Red girl to you to heal you instead of a Silver Healer, for a quick and painless healing. Well, for one reason, I want you to suffer. I won't let you die a quick, easy death. It's much more entertaining to see you go this way. Hurt. Weak. Powerless. Showing the world what you really are. Nothing. The second reason is that I want to show you where you belong. With people of your kind." He stood up and dusted down his clothes. "Anyway, do you want to see how you got all those yesterday?"

I didn't answer. Obviously.

"Good." Maven unlocked the cell door and muttered something to the guard. A few moments later, a wheelchair was brought into the cell and I was carried into it. The guard keeping watch came and pushed me. Maven walked beside me. I watched Maven out of the corner of my eye. He didn't even flinch at the screams of those being tortured in the other cells. Disgusted, I turned away and faced the front. But even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel his stare on me. As if I'd attack without any advantage on him.

When we finally reached our stop, the guard pushed open a door revealing yet another room.

A giant screen took up the space of one wall and the rest of the room, just chairs. Maven strolled casually to the middle of the first row. He sat down and gestured to the guard to bring me to him. Silence. I couldn't stand it. It was driving me mad. I wanted to stand up and scream. The squeaking of the wheelchair didn't satisfy me. I gripped the arms of my wheelchair as my guard pulled the chair beside Maven away, replacing it with me. He then walked silently to the control pad beside the screen. Pushed a few buttons. An image appeared on the screen. As soon as the guard left the room, it began to play.

I watched in silence, horrified at how weak I seemed. The only act of bravery I showed was when I punched Maven. Me, the one who brought false hope to all Reds. Things would stay the same, I realised. Nothing will ever change. Maven will stay the psychotic, blood-thirsty king and I will just be a weak little girl without any powers. I would be known as the one who stood aside, watched Maven kill and destroy. And did nothing to stop him. Who couldn't do anything at all. Not without her powers. I'm just as bad as Silvers. Maven was right all along. Without my powers, I'm nothing.

Finally, the part I ached to see. What happened after I blacked out. A wall of fire was formed around us, one like the one Cal had made to protect me from Evangeline and to protect my secret. We agreed to not think about him, right? He walked over to me and smiled.

"When you die, I'll put your distort body up on display, exactly like you did to her," Screen-Maven said.

Maven was still watching me.

He scorched my arms, legs, lower body before he decided to finish the fight. He called someone over to drag me to my new cell. As I was pulled away, the crowd cheered and clapped. But Maven did something which surprised me. He raised a hand, silencing them. Then he walked briskly off the stage, running a hand through his hair, his face flushed with his silver blood and eyes burning with- rage? The video stopped.

I turned my head to look at him. He was looking down at his feet, hands clasped. His expression was exactly like the one on the screen. He called the guard, whispered something to him and I was put back into the dank cell.

The first thing I noticed when I got back was that my bed had been cleaned. The blood-soaked sheets were replaced with crisp white ones. The second one was that they had outdone themselves cleaning up the cell. The blood stains were gone and everything was spotless. Well, at least there'll be more to mess up now, I thought, feeling sorry for whoever was on cleaning duty.

They laid me back on the thin mattress. I was feeling drowsy, my vision blurring and coming back into focus a few moments later. The drug is finally kicking in. I was happy. At last, I could sleep properly, with no dreams or nightmares. After a few minutes of this, the girl who had helped me heal a while ago entered the room with a needle. She smiled as she saw me and walked towards me, kneeling by me.

"I believe in you, you know. I know many others might not, but I do. Me and my family." She whispered as she drew blood from my arm. My vision blurred and I knew it wasn't because of the drug. "They want me to draw blood from you so they can test it. To see how a Red can have Silver powers. And how you can create, not only summon."

"They want me to draw blood from you so they can test it. To see how a Red can have Silver powers. And why you don't need some lightning to already be there to summon." She continued. I put my hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently. She stopped and looked at me at this gesture. A tear rolled down my cheek. I smiled at her.

"Thank you..." I whispered. My jaw screamed in pain from this, but I didn't care. It was all worth it. Just to thank this girl, for being the last one to stick with me. To believe.

A tear rolled down her cheek. Then left the room, leaving me alone in the darkness. Maven walked in a few moments later. He watched me in silence. Just as I was drifting off, he tilted his head to one side.

"Sleep, little lightning girl. It might be the last time you do..."