Chapter 3 ~An Interrogation and Unexpected Power~
Legolas tried in vain to remove the handcuff that tied his left arm to the chair. His right arm was handcuffed to Ilsaliel's left; making sure escape would be difficult. He tried again. The windowless, concrete walls were so suffocating that Legolas was near hyperventilating. He pulled on his left handcuff as hard as he could, causing blood to run down his palm, but he did not give up.
Ilsaliel watched Legolas' futile attempts with despair. All of her hope was fading fast as a lone tear traveled down her cheek to drip onto the plain wooden table laden in front of them. Why was this happening to her? She never got in trouble (except that one time with the police, but that didn't count), she got good grades (most of the time), so why was this happening to her?
Legolas, sensing her despair opened his mouth to comfort her with words but stopped when the large metal door opposite them opened, revealing a large, middle-aged officer with slightly gray hair and a frown of dismay permanently etched on his face. He walked into the interrogation room, waved away the other two officers that had accompanied him, and sat heavily into a chair opposite the two captives. The door swung shut behind him, and the slight 'click' of the lock was heard as the guards shut them in.
"So," The officer's voice was harsh from yelling commands at his fellow officers, but it still held some of the youth that could barely be seen in his features."We finally meet, Prince Legolas." The guard turned calm black eyes on Legolas.
Legolas glared back. It was obvious in the leisurely tone the officer used that he was clearly enjoying his job.
"Though I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine." The officer continued. "I am Sergeant Brant and I do not go lightly on elves or half breeds." He leveled Ilsaliel with a glare.
"What?" She replied to his glare. She didn't understand why he was glaring at her; she was neither elf nor half-breed.
"Let me lay down the rules." He took a gun out of his pocket and placed in on the table. The reason why, none ever knew. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer them correctly then you shall be rewarded, but deceive me and let's just say you will not enjoy the punishment you will receive, though I will relish in it." He paused and looked meaningfully at both captives. Ilsaliel scooted her chair a few more inches away from him, Brant smiled at this.
"Now, let us begin. Tell me about this legendary half-breed that's suppose to revolutionize the world." When no one answered, Brant became angry."Tell me NOW!" Brant yelled, rising and leaning heavily on the table.
"We know nothing." Legolas lied, for in truth, every elf knows about this particular legend. The legend states that a half-elf of ultimate power shall one-day come to free the world of the human's influence and restore the Earth to what it once was. There was only one problem, no one knew who this half-elf was, well except a few select elves.
"You're lying!" Brant yelled, spittle flying everywhere. He picked up his pistol and aimed it at Legolas. Legolas just stared calmly into the hard eyes of the officer in front of him. It would take more than a threat to put fear into Legolas' heart. "TELL ME NOW!" When no answer came, Brant raised he hand and struck Legolas in the head with his pistol.
Legolas' head snapped to the side from the blow, Brant had more strength than seemed possible from such an overweight man. He quickly righted himself and prepared for another blow, which was sure to come when Brant realized that he would not answer.
Ilsaliel saw Brant hit Legolas and cringed at the cracking sound that echoed off of the concrete walls. She knew nothing of what Brant asked, but she wished she could help somehow.
Brant turned his furious glare on Ilsaliel while aiming the gun at Legolas' head. "You, girl! You must know something this foolish elf refuses to tell." He waited for a response.
"I..I don't know anything of what you talk about." She said fearfully. She was telling the truth, but in his state of being at the moment he refused to accept that as an answer.
"I know you are both lying! Girl, if you don't tell me everything you know about the half-breed then I'll blow this elf's head clear off his shoulders!"
Ilsaliel felt like throwing the very chair she was handcuffed to into Brants face and bursting into tears at the same time. Anger and desperation coursed through her veins at the thought of Legolas, the most annoying yet handsome elf she knew (not to mention the ONLY elf she knew), being killed by this poor excuse of a human. The more she thought of it, the angrier she got. Sweat began to pour down her face as her breathing became labored. She lost all contact with the outside world as she drowned in her emotions.
Her head snapped back as her eyes rolled back in her head. Legolas and Brant froze; all that could be heard was the roaring of barely controlled power. Legolas smiled slightly, he knew she was the one. Brant cowered in fear.
Ilsaliel didn't feel anything but blissful peace and serenity as the power flowed through her. She relaxed into it, letting it take control.
Light shot from Ilsaliel's eyes and mouth, wrapping her in a silver blanket of light. The handcuffs and the gun shattered, freeing the captives and disarming Brant. Terrified, Brant stumbled backwards and banged on the door, yelling for the guards.
When they entered, they saw Ilsaliel, floating above her chair, clothed in all white and glowing so brightly that none, save Legolas, could look directly at her. They froze, unsure of what to do.
Brant, seeing his protection freeze, grabbed the M-16 rifle from the nearest guard and aimed it at Ilsaliel. He pulled the trigger.
Ilsaliel turned glowing white eyes on the bullets, they froze in mid-air. Lazily turning her gaze on Brant, the bullets changed coarse.
Brant ducked under the table as the bullets passed overhead, hitting the wall and sending shards of concrete flying everywhere. Raising his head above the table, he gazed fearfully at his pursuer. "Please, I didn't hurt you. Please spare me!" He begged piteously.
"I have no pity for cowards." Her voice strangely echoed as if off of many plates of glass and mirrors. She raised her hand, palm up, at Brant. He rose in the air. Ilsaliel slowly began to close her fist. Brant's body began to convulse while earsplitting cracks were heard as every bone in Brant's body slowly began to break. This continued for a few moments until Ilsaliels hand was fully closed, and Brant hung lifelessly in the air. She lowered her hand and Brant fell to the floor, dead.
She turned towards the guards. They looked at her, looked at each other, and bolted out of the door, leaving it open.
Ilsaliel's light slowly faded as she floated back to the floor. She leaned heavily on the table, feeling exhausted from such an exertion. She looked at Brant, then at Legolas. Tucking a lock of brown hair (now streaked with white) behind her ear she asked, "What the hell just happened?" Before she passed out into an exhausted sleep.
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A/N: So whatchya think? I totally rewrote the whole plot through this chapter, but I like the strange twist it has taken.
Dimostiel: There,happy?I updated! I'll try to get the next chapter posted within a few days since I have just had a huge burst of inspiration. AND I fixed my typos, YAY!
Namarie people of earth, middle-earth, and twilight zone!
*Goes to bed to dream of Legolas and other hot guys. heh heh*
Legolas tried in vain to remove the handcuff that tied his left arm to the chair. His right arm was handcuffed to Ilsaliel's left; making sure escape would be difficult. He tried again. The windowless, concrete walls were so suffocating that Legolas was near hyperventilating. He pulled on his left handcuff as hard as he could, causing blood to run down his palm, but he did not give up.
Ilsaliel watched Legolas' futile attempts with despair. All of her hope was fading fast as a lone tear traveled down her cheek to drip onto the plain wooden table laden in front of them. Why was this happening to her? She never got in trouble (except that one time with the police, but that didn't count), she got good grades (most of the time), so why was this happening to her?
Legolas, sensing her despair opened his mouth to comfort her with words but stopped when the large metal door opposite them opened, revealing a large, middle-aged officer with slightly gray hair and a frown of dismay permanently etched on his face. He walked into the interrogation room, waved away the other two officers that had accompanied him, and sat heavily into a chair opposite the two captives. The door swung shut behind him, and the slight 'click' of the lock was heard as the guards shut them in.
"So," The officer's voice was harsh from yelling commands at his fellow officers, but it still held some of the youth that could barely be seen in his features."We finally meet, Prince Legolas." The guard turned calm black eyes on Legolas.
Legolas glared back. It was obvious in the leisurely tone the officer used that he was clearly enjoying his job.
"Though I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine." The officer continued. "I am Sergeant Brant and I do not go lightly on elves or half breeds." He leveled Ilsaliel with a glare.
"What?" She replied to his glare. She didn't understand why he was glaring at her; she was neither elf nor half-breed.
"Let me lay down the rules." He took a gun out of his pocket and placed in on the table. The reason why, none ever knew. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer them correctly then you shall be rewarded, but deceive me and let's just say you will not enjoy the punishment you will receive, though I will relish in it." He paused and looked meaningfully at both captives. Ilsaliel scooted her chair a few more inches away from him, Brant smiled at this.
"Now, let us begin. Tell me about this legendary half-breed that's suppose to revolutionize the world." When no one answered, Brant became angry."Tell me NOW!" Brant yelled, rising and leaning heavily on the table.
"We know nothing." Legolas lied, for in truth, every elf knows about this particular legend. The legend states that a half-elf of ultimate power shall one-day come to free the world of the human's influence and restore the Earth to what it once was. There was only one problem, no one knew who this half-elf was, well except a few select elves.
"You're lying!" Brant yelled, spittle flying everywhere. He picked up his pistol and aimed it at Legolas. Legolas just stared calmly into the hard eyes of the officer in front of him. It would take more than a threat to put fear into Legolas' heart. "TELL ME NOW!" When no answer came, Brant raised he hand and struck Legolas in the head with his pistol.
Legolas' head snapped to the side from the blow, Brant had more strength than seemed possible from such an overweight man. He quickly righted himself and prepared for another blow, which was sure to come when Brant realized that he would not answer.
Ilsaliel saw Brant hit Legolas and cringed at the cracking sound that echoed off of the concrete walls. She knew nothing of what Brant asked, but she wished she could help somehow.
Brant turned his furious glare on Ilsaliel while aiming the gun at Legolas' head. "You, girl! You must know something this foolish elf refuses to tell." He waited for a response.
"I..I don't know anything of what you talk about." She said fearfully. She was telling the truth, but in his state of being at the moment he refused to accept that as an answer.
"I know you are both lying! Girl, if you don't tell me everything you know about the half-breed then I'll blow this elf's head clear off his shoulders!"
Ilsaliel felt like throwing the very chair she was handcuffed to into Brants face and bursting into tears at the same time. Anger and desperation coursed through her veins at the thought of Legolas, the most annoying yet handsome elf she knew (not to mention the ONLY elf she knew), being killed by this poor excuse of a human. The more she thought of it, the angrier she got. Sweat began to pour down her face as her breathing became labored. She lost all contact with the outside world as she drowned in her emotions.
Her head snapped back as her eyes rolled back in her head. Legolas and Brant froze; all that could be heard was the roaring of barely controlled power. Legolas smiled slightly, he knew she was the one. Brant cowered in fear.
Ilsaliel didn't feel anything but blissful peace and serenity as the power flowed through her. She relaxed into it, letting it take control.
Light shot from Ilsaliel's eyes and mouth, wrapping her in a silver blanket of light. The handcuffs and the gun shattered, freeing the captives and disarming Brant. Terrified, Brant stumbled backwards and banged on the door, yelling for the guards.
When they entered, they saw Ilsaliel, floating above her chair, clothed in all white and glowing so brightly that none, save Legolas, could look directly at her. They froze, unsure of what to do.
Brant, seeing his protection freeze, grabbed the M-16 rifle from the nearest guard and aimed it at Ilsaliel. He pulled the trigger.
Ilsaliel turned glowing white eyes on the bullets, they froze in mid-air. Lazily turning her gaze on Brant, the bullets changed coarse.
Brant ducked under the table as the bullets passed overhead, hitting the wall and sending shards of concrete flying everywhere. Raising his head above the table, he gazed fearfully at his pursuer. "Please, I didn't hurt you. Please spare me!" He begged piteously.
"I have no pity for cowards." Her voice strangely echoed as if off of many plates of glass and mirrors. She raised her hand, palm up, at Brant. He rose in the air. Ilsaliel slowly began to close her fist. Brant's body began to convulse while earsplitting cracks were heard as every bone in Brant's body slowly began to break. This continued for a few moments until Ilsaliels hand was fully closed, and Brant hung lifelessly in the air. She lowered her hand and Brant fell to the floor, dead.
She turned towards the guards. They looked at her, looked at each other, and bolted out of the door, leaving it open.
Ilsaliel's light slowly faded as she floated back to the floor. She leaned heavily on the table, feeling exhausted from such an exertion. She looked at Brant, then at Legolas. Tucking a lock of brown hair (now streaked with white) behind her ear she asked, "What the hell just happened?" Before she passed out into an exhausted sleep.
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A/N: So whatchya think? I totally rewrote the whole plot through this chapter, but I like the strange twist it has taken.
Dimostiel: There,happy?I updated! I'll try to get the next chapter posted within a few days since I have just had a huge burst of inspiration. AND I fixed my typos, YAY!
Namarie people of earth, middle-earth, and twilight zone!
*Goes to bed to dream of Legolas and other hot guys. heh heh*