Chapter 5: The one who saved me; the one I hate

Velkyn fluttered her eyelids open, it took her awhile to recollect what happened, but when she did, she was furious. The first thing she realized was that she was very cold and naked. She was standing on her feet, arms chained, forcing her to lift them to the ceiling. They felt sore and yet so very numb, the blood in her head rushing wildly. She was livid, both literally and mentally. She scanned the prison room with her violet eyes, other bodies, all of them with starved stomachs chained to walls, ceilings and whatnot. Some were drows, most were human slaves. It stank of the dead and of the dying; Velkyn screamed out in frustration and agony. Many prisoners that were still alive were slightly stirred awake by her screaming. She closed her eyes, trying to summon her loyal companion, Noamuth, she couldn't do it. The walls in the prison room warded out any magic of any sort. She couldn't understand why they put her here; didn't she do her task just as she was asked? She didn't understand any of it, it was all unclear to her.

A second went by, maybe it was a day, perhaps a whole century. Every moment was as interminable as time. But then, Velkyn heard a strange noise all of a sudden; she looked up, and realized that being in this room made you feel as if you've been here forever, even if you've only been here for an hour. Calculating the room, seeing it was just as it was when she fell asleep; she let out a sigh of relief. Then heard the noise again. It was the sound that she was quite familiar with, the sound of someone trying to unlock, a locked door! The door opened within ten minutes, opening slowly. It was Cryptic Stalker! His face had an X mark on his right cheek, someone obviously whip lashed him, blood trickled down his face, droplets falling immeasurably down his back. The rumors were true. Nevertheless, his eyes were filled with a fire Velkyn never saw before. He saw her, helpless and naked, but still so cold, so strong, he walked down to her swiftly and grabbed her face with his hands, forcing her to look up at him. As soon as he touched her, she spat a perfect spitball at his forehead. She hated his soft hands, his soft ways. Cryptic wiped the spitball off his forehead and looked at her...distant and so cold. Velkyn grinned at him, edging him on, "Go on. Kill me, you sick bastard."

Cryptic didn't grin back, nor falter, his eyes burning even more if possible, "And why would I kill you Velkyn?"

She noticed that he did not call her Sister, milady, or anything of the sort. It sounded weird to hear her name coming from another individual. She glared at him coldly, purple eyes slanted in an evil stare.

"I don't know, maybe because I gave the amulet to the Mother Spider, maybe because it's my fault that you ended up here, maybe because I despise you. What do you think Cryptic? Do you think those are good enough reasons, for me to be dead by your hands?" Velkyn asked devilishly.

Cryptic's eyes looked like they belonged to a madman for a split second. His lips parted, revealing perfect white teeth as he threw back his head and laughed. Velkyn was utterly confused, but didn't show it. Cryptic looked back at her, and gave her a rare smile, he leaned so close up to her so that she could smell his breath on her face. "Your reasons are never good enough."

Velkyn swung up a free leg and made an attempt to kick him in an inappropriate spot where she knew it would hurt most. But he was a rogue himself, nimble and quick, he grabbed her leg and held on so she looked absolutely ridiculous. "Let go you disgusting pig, or I'll scream." Velkyn said in a threatening voice.

Cryptic smiled, intelligent eyes darting to hers, "I know perfectly well that you would not scream. I'm here to rescue your insignificant ass, not kill you. Keep your brains intact."

Velkyn bit her lip so hard it started to bleed; she hated it when she was wrong. He may have been different but the lust in his blood was no different than the average drow. He surveyed her bare body wondering what her flesh would feel like against his. He looked back up and grinned at her, her eyes were murderous. "I don't know Velkyn, maybe I'll leave you here, and stare, just for fun. What do you think?" He asked.

"I think I want you to break in the Abyss!" She nearly yelled.

He shook his head, still grinning, Cryptic went to work with a simple hairpin and the chains and locks around her arms. It was easy for him to reach because he was a couple of inches taller then her. After he unlocked all the chains she looked around for robes or anything that might come to use, she pulled a moth-eaten raggedy robe off a dead body that lay nearby. She put it on, ignoring it's awful stench. "Velkyn." Cryptic muttered.

Velkyn spun around at her name, "And since when have you started to call me Velkyn? I hate it...I hate you." Cryptic nodded, not vacillating, she hated how she could never throw him off his guard.

"Alright," he started, "She-Drow, I suggest you and I change our names for now and leave the UnderDark." He said it so casually without a hint of hurt or regret in his voice.

Velkyn turned, "Wh...what?" It was the first time she ever felt remorse. Cryptic paused, giving her time, if she was a typical human she would be breaking down in tears right now.

"I don't understand...why do we have to leave?" Velkyn asked.

"Look...the Mother Spider means to kill us." Cryptic told her.

"But why? I did as she asked." Velkyn said. Her voice was so mellow it surprised him. Her eyes were replaced with sadness; he could see that the feeling of being unwanted by someone of importance was what hurt her.

"Because she knows that we sense something." Cryptic told her coldly.

Velkyn looked up, her eyes growing sharp once more, "Your followers are no more then spies. That's why she knew we wanted to get rid of Halim. Cryptic nodded, "Exactly. She was afraid that if we told someone, then everybody would get suspicious. If I disbanded my fellow members from the federation, there would have been controversy, which goes for the Male's Headquarters and whatnot. The Mother Spider is smart, and will take no risk. Besides, what are we to do? War is coming. The Mother Spider needs all the trust she can get from her followers so she can be victorious. That necklace will help her in many ways, when she asks orcs, goblins, or even trolls to join with her, most will say yes because of her extra-influential power. Does this make sense to you Velkyn?"

Velkyn nodded, "So...were in this cell, because we now know that your followers are just spies...secret spies, and if we tell it will ruin her many plans to come?"

"Yes...it may seem like a small problem, but even I recognize the power we have to ruin many plans, this federation she has is deadly and will expan, if word gets out...she could lose this war, she doesn't trust us obviously. So that is why we are here. We were used Velkyn..." He said frowning.

"I still don't understand, it seems like such a small matter...what do we do now?"

Cryptic smiled, "Well, it won't be so easy, getting out of this prison is easy no doubt, were both top rogues after all, but getting out of the UnderDark, that's another story, I say we take one thing at a time...you?"

Velkyn nodded, "Yes, let's get out of here."