Chapter 7: A liar in a trap.
Will edged her eyes open slowly. There was no light in the room, and a wet, warm substance poured eerily over her forehead. The air was stale and hot. 'Where am I?' Will wondered. 'What happened? All I remember was seeing Caleb in that closet, and then I was bashed in the head.' Will jumped up in terror.
"Oh my gosh!" She realized aloud. "Caleb!" No answer. "Caleb! Where are you?" A low groan came from the other side of the room. "Caleb!" She cried again. She made her way across the room and felt around until she found Caleb's face.
He grimaced at her touch. "Careful." He grumbled. "I'm really sore."
Will withdrew her hand, then found his hand and held it in her own. "What happened?" She asked.
Caleb sat up and helped guide Will into the bunk. "You were bashed in the head by Cedric, and dragged in here. I, on the other hand, was kept concious and tortured a bit before screaming myself unconcious and being dumped in here." He said.
Will felt hot tears sting her eyes. "What now, then?" She asked.
Caleb blindly felt for her face. Will guided his hand there, and he pulled her head onto his shoulder. "You rest." Caleb told her. "And I keep watch. And then we try to figure out how to escape." Will was sick from her headache and too much moving; she fell asleep soon. When she awoke, she was wrapped up in Caleb's jacket but Caleb himself was gone. A torch burned beside the door; Will looked around and realized she was in a deep, dark dungeon room.
"Caleb?" Will ventured. No answer came, and Will shivered as she got up on peered out the door. To her alarm, she could see Caleb laying chained on a table. Several creatures stood nearby, holding various instruments of torture. Caleb looked over at the door, made a grimace and signaled for her to turn her head.
Will jumped as a creature holding a red hot thing moved towards Caleb, and she cried as Caleb's shout echoed around the room. She lay dejectedly in a corner when Caleb was dumped back in, but she ran to his side and held his hand.
"God that hurt." Caleb whispered, tears still in his eyes.
Will rubbed his hand with hers, trying to warm it. "I know." She choked out. "Caleb, I--"
"No." Caleb snapped. "No goodbyes." He propped himself up on an elbow. "We're getting out of here."
His eyes moved past her,and Will realized she could see Elyon standing at the window, peering in through the door.
"Elyon!" Will called frantically. "Please, listen to me."
Elyon looked around, then closed the window and slid some food and water through a slot. Will used some water to wash out Caleb's wounds, and used a pencil also pushed under the door to map an escape plan while Caleb slept--or lay unconcious.