-Chapter Six-
"How will you?" My voice shook. With hope or terror? I did not know myself.
Mark faltered, "I'm not sure yet, but I will. They can't keep you here like this."
His eye's traveled to the chain again, frustration flashing across his feature's. With his eyebrows drawn together and week-old stubble he looked very vulnerable. Before I knew what I was doing, I reached up and placed a finger on the wrinkle between his brows.
"You get a wrinkle here…when you make that face. When you're angry, or frustrated that is…"
Mark grabbed my hand- gently- and entwined our fingers.
-Mark's POV-
I didn't know what to do. She must have been so scared, so alone. Sitting in a cell for twelve years with no one to talk to and nothing to do but wait for the next meal. That is, if she even ate it anyway. From the time that I've been here I have never really seen- or heard- her eat. But she must of because I remember pushing two empty trays toward the door when we were finished.
My gaze trailed back to her ankle, where it was connected to the wall by a thick metal chain. Seeing her like this pained me. For the past week- maybe longer- Amelia has done nothing but get to know me. She wanted to know anything and everything about me. Most girls couldn't care less. But then again she isn't like 'most girls'-
Then her finger was carefully touching my forehead.
Amelia's voice was softer than velvet as she spoke, "You get a wrinkle here…when you make that face. When you're angry, or frustrated that is…"
Her dark eye's seemed to churn. They were a purple color, no, they were darker than that. A deep violet. So deep I feared I may drown in them.
I didn't know what to do, but I felt the need to do something.
Anything.
So I grabbed her hand.
-Amelia's POV-
Mark continued to look at me, as if memorizing my every feature. I didn't mind. It was almost as comforting as his thumb running circles on the back of my hand. My eyelids began to close as if I had little weights on them, pulling them down. Distantly, I felt myself lie across the small bed, placing my head on Mark's lap.
He tensed, his thumb hesitating on the back of my hand. "Amelia?"
"Hm?" I could feel Mark's steady breathing above me, pushing me deeper into a soundless sleep.
"N-Nothing…" He mumbled, sounding shaken.
Then I fell asleep.
-Three Weeks Later-
Mark handed me my clothes from around the corner. The shower was barely covered by a wall and Mark always sat with his back facing it when it was my turn. We hadn't had this little problem when the lights were 'broken'. At first I didn't see anything wrong with showering in front of him. But the way he turned red when I had begun to undress told me he thought otherwise. So he would turn around and I'd hand him my clothes so that they wouldn't get dirty on the floor. Well, dirtier.
"Have you always had the same outfit Amelia?" Mark asked me from the bed.
"No, I've had a couple. They gave me that one when it became obvious my other outfit was too small." I thought about it for a moment. "That and it was torn very badly."
I came around the corner fully dressed and sat next to Mark. The cell was colder than it had been in a while, I rubbed my arms.
"Must be fall already," he mumbled as he covered my shoulders with the only blanket we had. It was really more of a sheet but I pulled it tighter anyway and gave Mark a small smile.
Bright hair fell into his eyes so he flicked it away with a small toss of his head. His arm muscles flexed when he leaned back against the bed. I would have admired them more if I wasn't distracted by something else. I jumped up.
"What?" He said, alarmed.
"Do you smell that?"
"No? Smell what?" Mark said as he got up to stand next to me.
Walking to the door as far as my chain allowed me, I sniffed the air. Then some more, not thinking about how it must have looked to Mark. My face upturned toward the ceiling as I smelled something from far away.
Smoke from a fire.
There was a buzz and clang as doors opened, letting prisoners out. Ours stayed shut of course. The Creature's would have wanted it this way. Probably told them to just leave me in here to burn, and I wouldn't of minded.
But now Mark was in the cell with me.
No no no no.
I starred at the door, willing it to open. Only then did I turn to Mark, who looked as confused as ever. "There's a fire, but my door will not open like the others. So I'll have to break us out myself."
Mark's blue eyes widened in shock.
I ignored the look on his face and reached down. Cupping the metal chain in my hand, I clenched my fist. There was a brief whining noise as it gave in and crumbled to the floor.
"Holy sh-"
He was cut off as I rammed into the door, then again. The metal groaned in protest as I kicked it, swinging my leg up and around. Hard.
Finally, it flew off its hinges and fell to the floor.
Outside was nothing but pandemonium. To the left, prisoners ran toward a door that must have led to fresh air. And on the right… Fire blazed, white hot against metal. This wasn't a normal fire. It was so hot that it melted the metal on the walls and crawled along it like it was its fuel.
Which wasn't good since everything around us was metal and concrete.
I whipped around to Mark, grabbed his arm tightly, and ran. At first I followed the other prisoners, but then thought better of it. They were running to the yard, and I'm sure like any other prison yard, it was fenced off from anything else. So, at the last second, I turned down the hall.
"What are you doing?" Mark screamed from behind me.
There were two doors', I chose the one on the right. I twisted the knob with my free hand and the lock broke. Inside was a small hall that led to yet another, smaller door. Letting go of Mark, I ran to break it down.
It gave easily, because it wasn't locked.
Crisp air hit me like a brick, and the sun glared down at me from the clear sky. There were yellow, orange, and red trees everywhere. The ground was dry and covered in patches of yellow grass. Somewhere to the side, were several bulking trucks. A breeze pushed my hair back from my face.
I froze.
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