ACT 4

Prisoner

I was alone. Confused. In the quiet, dark ambience of my prison. I no longer felt so much like an alien creature, but more of stranger. I was one of their kind, but I felt alienated. Different. I lay sprawled on my bed, nothing feeling familiar. I wanted it to feel familiar. I closed my eyes, letting the darkness relieve me, allowing me to become lost in my thoughts peacefully. However, my thought process was interrupted when people began speaking outside of the door. On was an old man's voice, the other had a strange accent.

(Samos): I have high doubts she'll fully recover. But hopefully, she'll be able to function normally, and will be able to be reaquainted to everything she's forgotten.
(Pecker): Onin says she could not have predicted this. She says that Janovah is now a lost cause, and we will have to seek someone else to place this burden on.
(Samos): Well who else do we have? The girl is the ONLY heir. We must save her. Besides, what would we do with her?
(Pecker): I don't even need Onin to figure that one out; we have to kill her.

My eyes snapped open; did he just say what I thought he said?

(Pecker): If Rin and the Dark Makers retrieve her, they could easily break her and harness her powers for great evil.
(Samos): That's madness! Since when did proper reasoning result in taking innocent lives.

Just then, the conversation was interrupted by...what was his name again? Oh yeah, Torn.

Torn: I heard what you said. And if you harm her...I'll...I'll...JUST DON'T KILL HER!
(Pecker): We'll just have to see what the council says on this.
Torn: Fine...whatever. I'm going in.

I heard footsteps of somebody leaving, and wings flapping. Then I saw the knob on the door turn. The door was pushed open quietly and I sawthe familiar face of Torn. The only thing I could remember besides my name. He stepped in and shut the door behind him. I watched carelessly.

Torn: Janovah, how are you doing? Do you remember anything.

I nodded.

Torn: What? What do you remember?
Janovah: You. I remember I feel fond around you. Like I...

I couldn't say it. Did I love him? Wasn't I supposed to only love Master.

Torn: Janovah, they're going to kill you.
Janovah: I heard.
Torn: We can escape.

He strode over to the glass panel in the wall of my bedroom...wait? Did I just call the prison my bedroom? What was a bedroom, anyway? And he opened the window...that's right! The glass panel is called a window.

Janovah: Window.
Torn: What?

I pointed to the window. I wanted to show him I understood. I smiled.

Janovah: That's a window! And this room...is called my bedroom.
Torn: I knew you could remember...anyway, you have to escape. Climb out of the window and walk along the ledge. On the other side of this building, there is another open window. Climb into that window. Do you understand?
Janovah: Yes.

I got up on my feet and came near the window. I poked my head out of it and looked straight down. I saw a ledge, somewhat narrow. I was supposed to walk on that. But below that, were large metal monsters flying over the city...so that's what this enviroment was. A city. But it looked high.

Torn: Be careful, don't fall. I'll stall them. When you get to the window and climb in, don't make any noise.

I nodded. I learned not to question orders. There was loud banging on the door, and Torn looked at me with panic.

Torn: Go! Hurry.

He got up to open the door. I placed a leg out of the window, and then and arm. So soon I was standing on the narrow ledge. I began to walk slowly, ignoring the height and danger. I heard strange sounds, and orange streaks began to fly at me. They hit all around me, making black marks in the wall. Finally a streak hit me in the shoulder. A strange sensation was going through my body before my brain registered what it was.

PAIN!

But I did not stop. I kept walking, until I saw curtains waving in the wind. I took final steps towards the window. Finally I began to gingerly step in. The room I stepped into was similar to mine. I heard more noises behind and the sound of shattering glass. Shards of it rained on me. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and shouts.

(Freedom League Guards): Stop that man!

The knob on the door turned and Torn stumbled in. He got up quickly though, and rushed in front of me.

Torn: I'm so sorry, I didn't know that would happen. It must have been a set up!

Then about six or seven men stormed into the room. They were covered in blue armor and masked.

(A/N: Those are Freedom League Guards.)

They held up long metal rods and pointed them at me...what the hell were they? One of the strange men began to speak.

(Freedom League Guard): Step away from the girl!

Suddenly, something willed me to step away. I wouldn't put it past them to kill Torn. I'd escape out of the window. I didn't know where I'd go, I just had to get out. I turned quickly, and more loud, strange banging noises erupted from their rods. But as I took a long stride out I missed and began to fall. More streaks hit me as I fell and more pain filled my body. My body met water as I went under and sank. I felt my consiousness slipping from me...

Torn looked down from the window. Tears were running down his face...he cried. Janovah was dead. She met her demise. There was no doubt this time. They had shot her many times as she fell. He could stand in horror at how callous people could be.

(A/N: Janovah IS dead. Not alive. DEAD. But it will continue!)