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Partially Covered : Chapter 2

Disclaimer in Chapter 1

Hope last chapter was of your liking ^-^ and I certainly hope you like this chapter.

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Father into your hands

The small girl woke up, fluttering her eyelashes lazily. She was slumped against a wall. Her eyes quickly popped open as she couldn't see anything. Her first thought was was she dead? Had she been killed by that damned man and his slave? Little fingertips felt along the cold concrete floor. There were dents and small grains of sand here and there but nothing else. Was she in hell?

I commend my spirit

She rubbed her eyes and opened them again. No, she wasn't dead. She was in a cell, a very very dark cell. The walls were a dark grey color, the floor was a bland concrete color, and the bars that held her captive were as black as the man's heart who put her in there.

Father into your hands

The girl began breathing heavily as she felt along the bars. Crawling on her knees she soon realized there was no lock. Tears were forming in her eyes as she realized her closeness to her demise. Damn them. Why her? Why now?

Why have you forsaken me

She sat back down and pulled her knees to her chest like she had when she was hiding from the monsters that captured her. Young eyes stared blankly ahead.

In your eyes forsaken me

Suddenly two golden cat eyes appeared staring straight back at her. She screamed at the starteling eyes and moved back as quickly as she could until she hit the cold grey wall. An evil laugh rang out, something the girl wish she could keep out of her head but it was not possible. She tried to cover her ears but the laughing got louder.

In your thoughts forsaken me

'Why don't you just tell us already? Quicker you tell us the sooner you can die.' said a voice inside her head.

"Stop!" she screamed loudly.

'C'mon, we both know you'll give in anyway, why not now?' the voice persisted.

"Never!" she screamed, trying to cover her ears again but no matter what she did the voice didn't seem to want to leave her alone.

In your heart forsaken me oh

'Then we'll just torture you until you give in.' the voice laughed again.

The girl's tears could be held in no longer and she exploded into sobs, covering her face with her hands as she doubled over.

The laugh rang out again, but this time not in her head.

"Stupid girl, just give in. You're cause is not worth dying for." The voice was closer.

When the young girl looked up she saw Legato's face between two bars and his bright, eerie, gold, eyes staring straight back at her. She screamed at him and lunged towards him, her long and pointed nails digging deep into his face. Legato let loose a loud scream at the burst of pain he recieved. He curled his fist up into a ball and sent it straight into the girls face, knocking her back to the wall. His fingertips grazed over the deep cut and he felt the blood leaking out of it.

"You fucking bitch! When you're time comes to die I'll make sure it's my hands that will be breaking your neck!" Legato yelled angrily as he got up and ran to the door on the side of the dark room.

Trust in my self righteous suicide

Legato's black boots clunked against the concrete floor as he closed entered a much brighter room, compared to the dark cell room. He squinted, after spending an hour waiting for that little brat to wake up his eyes were getting a bit used to the dark. The light seemed to penetrate his eyes and start frying his brain.

"Argh!" Legato covered his eyes and rubbed them slowly.

"I'm guessing you pathetic, disgusting, filthy excuse for my slave couldn't get the damn code out of her?" the master sighed as he looked at Legato, completely unsympathetic.

"No, Master, she wouldn't tell me." the slave sighed and rubbed at his cheek, the bleeding was slowing down but it had ran down his cheek and neck, some of it was on his clothing.

The master squinted his eyes at his slave.

I cry

"What the hell happened to your face?" he asked.

"She clawed me, Master." Legato said softly, those little daggers on her fingertips were very good at inflicting pain.

The slaver shuddered at the thought of getting cut in the face. Pain was his worst fear and he couldn't tolerate it at all. Even blood made him a bit weak.

"Get out of here, I don't want to see your disgusting face." he cringed and looked back at the newspaper he was reading.

When angels deserve to die

Legato sighed and walked outside of the small adobe. He sat down in the dirt and continued to brush away the blood that was leaking from his face. As far as he could see the land was nothing but tan dirt and a few yellow- colored shrubs.

"How am I going to get that little bitch to give me the code? Master Knives needs it to help destroy the human race but she doesn't even think about it. I know I shouldn't question him but if she doesn't even think about the code how do we know she has it?" Legato thought to himself.

Legato shot his head up quickly and looked into the adobe as his master called his name.