"I don't remember much... but they won't tell me. I'm not sure why or how I got here, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to leave..."
Kalika was lying on her side, staring at the wall while the demon had slipped off her ragged shirt. Her wounds were severe, but not fatal. Despite the fact that she would live, the wounds needed to be treated. Already, he had wiped her face of her blood and sweat, now stained on his robes, but her other wounds, namely the large scar along her back, where by far the top concerns on her part.
"The last thing I remembered before I came here... was green flames." Kalika stated as the demon glanced at her head.
"Green flames?" he repeated. She nodded.
"Yes... I can't explain it though. I remember being surrounded by green flames... then the next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor of the entrance of this place..." Kalika glanced over her shoulder. "You know... I never did get your name..."
The demon looked away, and stared at his palm, split open from the ball of his index finger and trailing at an angle to his wrist. Although his blood lacked the speed of healing as the blood of vampires, it cleaned and sealed the wounds slowly. The wound along Kalika's back was the most troublesome, and the only way he could help it was to stop the bleeding. The wound was going to leave a scar... a very deep scar at that. He watched as his cut slowly sealed shut before replying.
"I don't remember my name, Kalika.... but here, I am known as The Builder." was the response. Kalika slipped on her shirt, then sat up to face him.
"The.... Builder?" she questioned. The demon nodded.
"The fiends here use my blood to create a powerful device... a trumph card for their lord." he said, then looked the girl in the eyes. "If they had any knowledge of 'wasting my blood' to seal your wounds, God knows what would happen to me... or to you for that matter."
Kalika leaned against the door of her cell, and stood to her feet. She staggered for a moment, but caught herself from collasping. The Builder rose to his feet, his eyes widening with concern. He knew what she was intending to do, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't... there's no way you can..." he stammered. Kalika glared.
"I don't intend to stay here for the rest of my days. I got to try..." she stated. She turned to him. "Lie on the ground and pretend to be dying."
The Builder blinked. "What are you talking about?" he questioned.
"Your life is more important then mine. They need you to complete their weapon, right?" she stated. The demon stepped away, shaking his head with a look of fear. Kalika smiled slightly. "Don't worry... I promise, we'll both escape together... I won't leave you here."
The Builder's eyes widened... and Kalika wasn't so sure at the moment, but she thought that he had turned a shade paler. She placed a hand on his shoulder comfortingly, then nodded. He nodded in return, then stepped away from the girl, lying himself on the floor. Kalika cracked her knuckles... she remembered seeing torches on the walls, dangling on both sides the cell-door. They had been hanging over the lever they used to imprison her and the Builder. Have giving a few deep inhalings, she muttered a comment that sounded much like "Here goes," then let out a high-pitched, murderous scream of terror. The scream echoed, pierced the air, and boomed throughout the cell. The Builder, astonished with the woman's racket, slapped his palms over his ears as his eyes squeezed shut.
"OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY HELP! PLEASE, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!" she hollered hysterically. Then she glared. Dammit, if I keep this up for too long, there's gonna be hell to pay. she thought, continuing to scream.
Noticing no remorse from the outside, the Build took notice of Kalika's distress. Her raw throat was unbarable, and her breath was running out. He noted her knees pressed against each other, keeping balance from falling face first on the floor. As her voice toned down to a gasp, another voice boomed throughout the room. Panting and gasping for air as she placed a hand to her aching throat, Kalika looked over her shoulder to see the Builder, now screaming agnsty in his own imaginary pain.
"SOMEBODY PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!" he hollered, followed by painful groans and wheezing.
Kalika grinned, then tossed herself towards the door, pounding on it, screaming for help. She pounded harded, screamed louder, at times even kicked the door. After an indefinate amount of time, she heard the sound of shifting robes... then she smirked.
"They're coming. Keep it up, okay?" she said. The Builder nodded, then she went back to pounding on the door. "HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE! HELP HIM!" she screamed, just as another pound was caused from the opposite side of the door.
"You in there! Silence yourself before we decide to sew your mouth shut again!" he hollered. Rage building within her, Kalika pounded again on the door, then lowered herself to a pleading, begging act.
"Please help! The demon in here! I think he's dying!" she cried. Without the use of seeing their expression, she knew that the guard knew she was talking about the Builder... and the demon's painful screams were more than persuasive enough... however, not much as belief was concerned.
"What's his condition?" the guard demanded.
"He's bleeding! He says his heart's failing and... and he struggling to breathe! Please! You must help him!" Kalika cried.
Within the moment, the sound of a switch being thrown was heard. The steel door was lifted, and two guards made their way in. Their expression was in a great panic as they saw the Builder lying on the floor. The first guard made his way towards the creature's body. The other followed, but not without sending a slice from his scythe to Kalika's ribs. She was sent flying backwards, smacking against the stone wall as she fell to the ground. Wincing in her agnst, she knew the blow was to prevent her from any method of escape. However, in their panick... they hadn't noticed her wounds had been healed. The blood on the floor was indeed hers, not the Builder's... a perfect set up. She slapped a hand over her ribs and watched as the guards scurried over to the "dying" creature. Weakly but desprately, Kalika dragged herself across the ground, making her way out of the cell.
The Builder lay on the ground, his trembling hand clutching his heart as he gasped out for air. Heaving and panting, his throat sore from his yells, the demon were fifty percent of his acting. The guards lowered themselves to his side, seeing the bleeding gashes on his skin, in truth, opened wounds from their experimentation with his blood, used to create their weapon. He had reopened them to heal Kalika, yet as quick as his healing was on her, his own healing was (exageratingly speaking) as slow as the frozen time in which the Eternal Prison was damned to follow. The guards reached down, touching the opened wounds with their fingertips... and a glowing green light had emerged. The glow liquidized, flowing into his body, instantly running through his veins, into his heart... healing him. Before the demon could speak, the first guard had almost fallen ontop of him in an explosion of embers and a loud THWACK! of burning wood. Before the second guard could react, he had suffered the same fate, falling on his side.
Kalika had returned with a large torch in her hands.
Blood poured from her newest open wound, yet she tossed the torch to the ground and lifted the Builder to his feet.
"Hurry! That won't hold them off for long!" she cried.
The two scurried to their feet, stumbling out of the cell, then throwing the switch.