Chapter 4
A/N: I am soooooooo sorry that this took forever! I have been incredibly busy (mainly boring social things that I couldn't escape from and sister's birthday, etc.), and school has been killing trees again (homework). I completely understand if you want to kill me or something, so I promise not to leave it this long again…hopefully…
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*MEG'S POV*
Guy was deep in thought; one glance at his face could tell anyone that, largely due to the fact that his eyes were staring at a random spot on the floor, and he was muttering to himself.
I studied Guy for a couple of seconds, coming to the realisation that he was handsome. I hated to admit it, but he was. Stop it Meg. I couldn't think like this, especially not about Guy- Isabella would kill me if she found out. He seemed to feel me staring at him, because he lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes looking at me questioningly. To get myself out of an awkward situation, I knew I had to ask him something- anything.
"Are you scared?" Guy looked confused, as if he had been expecting a different question.
"What of?" As if it wasn't obvious.
"What of?!" I snorted, "Your date with the executioner."
"Do I look scared?" I studied him for a second.
"Actually, no." He looked away. "Terrible, yeah. One out of ten for personal appearance." Not. I smiled at him, my attempt at a joke seeming to register on his face. "But not frightened. I'm most impressed. It's as if you've got a clear conscience."
"Why shouldn't I have?" Guy's voice was harsher this time, like I had struck a nerve.
"Because of all the awful things you've done in your life. I mean, no-one actually seems sorry that you're on the way out do they? Does that not make you sad?"
The sympathy welled up inside of me. Yes, this man had done terrible things in his life that most would say are unforgivable, but something inside me was telling me to well, forgive him- give him another chance- and let him have the opportunity to change. He's obviously been through a lot, and maybe he just needs time away from power, and away from the bad influences. I doubt that he's do anything this horrible if he wasn't near those asinine people all the time. The look of sadness on his face after I had asked, showed me that he had remorse; showed me that he could be a different person.
"I can't help what people think of me. What's done is done. And if I am to die, then so be it."
Oh you stupid man. Of course you could change someone's opinion of you. It would be difficult, yes, but not impossible. What was worrying was that Guy wasn't putting up a fight against death.
"Is your life really that empty, that you don't care whether you live or die?"
*GUY'S POV*
Yes. That was the first thought that came into my head. I had nothing though. My power had been stripped from me, thanks to my moronic sister. My parents had died long ago, so any family that I may have cared for are no longer in my life. Marian. Oh dear Lord. Marian. I destroyed her. The one woman I actually had feelings for, rather than my using them. What did I have? I was stuck in a damp prison cell, with my mind giving me hell, with nobody for company except her. Meg. She had turned out to be, well….good company… She may have been immensely annoying to begin with, but now- as I'm going to die- I may as well admit that it was alright to have someone in the cell next to me who couldn't shut up. I suppose that it was reassuring to hear another voice and know that you're not imagining it.
"EW!" I looked up and saw Meg's bread rolling across the floor. "Maggots." She explained, dusting off her clothes. "I'm starving." She complained.
I saw my blackened piece of bread in the corner of my eye, and I reached over to pick it up. Carefully, I scraped off the dirtiest bits of the bread, cleaning it considerably. I looked at Meg, who was paler than before, and edged closer towards the bars dividing us.
"Here," I passed the bread through to her, and she shuffled over to take it, "keep your strength up."
For some reason, she smiled at me… A genuine smile… and I don't know why, but my heart warmed.
"There must be some good in you yet."
Er, what? Has she heard anything about me?
"You don't know me." I countered, shaking my head. I heard some crunching sounds as Meg ate the bread. "Besides, I thought you hated men."
"I do!" She looked up indignantly. "I do…" She said the last part as if she was trying to convince herself that she did hate them….us even…
I snorted and looked up at the ceiling of the cell. Was I… was I sad that she hated men? I looked at her again, just to check if I 'felt anything' when I looked at her or something ridiculous like that, and she was staring right back at me. Quickly, she averted her gaze; a small blush crept onto the surface of her skin. What the hell did that mean? Did it mean anything? Oh well, it didn't matter anyway, I was going to meet the end the next day, and wake up in the fiery pits of Hell…
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