Chapter 7
By shadows/of/flame
Bout time I updated. :D
The communicator was crackling and fuzzing, but Torn had no concious thought at this point in time.
He was frozen to the spot, time having slowed for him completely.
Torn couldn't believe his long, pointed ears.
"De... demoted?" he choked, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible.
Ashelin nodded solemly.
"Since you helped the boy, you've been demoted. Erols taken your place as commander. I'm sorry, Torn, but you knew you shouldn't have helped the Barons lab rat!"
Torn punched the wall, causing a crack, and a sharp pain to spread from his wrist to his fingertips.
"What was that?" Ashelin exclaimed, wondering what the cracking noise had been.
Torn smirked through the pain in his hand, dropping his communicator to the floor.
He had had enough, the KG was no longer home to him.
"Goodbye Ashelin." he smirked, raising his foot over the device.
"Torn? TOR!"
Ashelins screams were cut short by Torns foot "accidentally" connecting with the communicator, and he winced.
"What did I do to my hand?" he whimpered, watching his hands as though the ugly purple bruises were going to appear right in front of his eyes.
He wrapped his scarf tightly around it, wincing audibly at the pain.
How would he get out of the barracks without Praxis finding him and beating his skinny ass to a pulp?
He'd just have to be very, VERY quiet...
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Praxis roared loudly as he was served some more wine at dinner that evening, Torn wondering if the sleeping pills slipped into his winewould work.
The tattooed wonderwas hiding in the shadows of the dining hall, waiting for Praxis to fall asleep so he could sneak out.
Unfortunately, the exit was right by the dining hall, so of course Torn could not even just waltz out in a pink bikini and high heels or anything without getting caught.
Praxis' head fell onto his chest, and he started snoring loudly.
Torn made a break for the door, and made it out just in time as the automatic doors closed.
He flung his Palace keycard into the fountain, wanting to leave all his horrible memories behind him, at the Palace.
Suddenly, a feeling of alone and hurt washed over Torn.
He was all alone, unwanted by the KG, hated by his own troops, looked down upon by Erol.
His hand started to throb, and a dull ache echoed in his heart as he realised he had nowhere to go; without the KG he was completely lost.
The palaces automatic doors whizzed open, and Ashelin ran out of the palace, gun pointed at the back of Torns head.
"Just where do you think you're going?" she spat, cocking the trigger of her gun.
Torn coughed, eventually turning into a drychuckle.
With his uninjured hand, he held up his resignation papers.
"I believe these are legal resignation papers... signed by the Baron himself."
Ashelins eyes widened.
"My father would never let a KG go, never! They stay in the KG until their death!"
Torn rolled his eyes, wishing she would see the Barons obvious plan.
"Ashelin, I'm leaving. The Palace, the KG... you... are all lost to me. What was done to the boy was unacceptable, and I won't tolerate it anymore. No one should be your stupid fathers lab rat."
He dropped the resignation papers at her feet, and she knew he wouldn't change his mind.
"... Please, consider staying... for me." she choked, grabbing his arm, futilely begging him anyway.
He looked her in the eyes, seeing despair kindling in her emerald pools.
"I'm not sure I can ever forgive you, or the Guard Ash."
Ashelin sighed, and handed Torn a map.
She pointed to an area in the slums, marked with a mask.
"Go there, and ask for Tess. She can help you."
Torn raised a non-existant eyebrow.
"...Tess?"
Ashelin nodded, looking away from her former love.
"And by the way Torn... I can't love you anymore. I'm sorry."
Torn expected to hear that, but the words struck pain into his very heart.
He started walking away, far far away from his horrors, and hopefully, onto a new life, one hand wrapped tightly in a scarf, the other one holding the map that was going to lead him to "Tess".
Little did he know how much his future decisions would shape his future...