A/N: Woohoo, another chapter. I know this one is short, don't bug me about it.
Disclaimer: C'est n'est pas a moi. Poursuivre en justice les pirates, vous avez été averti. Je possède seulement le terrain et quelques caractères.
I was fainting, I was soaring out of myself. I began to feel numb.
No pain could penetrate me. No pain at all.
Well, no pain but the water being slowly poured down my skin.
I was screaming, but eventually I started crying furiously, and no sound came out of my mouth. The air in my lungs was being pushed out of me as a guard stood on top of me as the water continued to be poured. I was lying in a puddle of my own blood, shaking uncontrollably. The guards looked freaked out, and finally the Wizard stopped them.
"Enough. Take her back." He said, and they roughly grabbed me and dragged me back to our cell. I imagined myself looking at myself from somewhere else. My black hair was filthy and matted, stained with my own blood. I myself was completely drenched in my own blood, my legs and back were bruised from the guards' merciless kicking and my back and arms were bruised from them spontaneously throwing me against the wall. My body was also blistered from the water, and my cheeks were bruised. My left knee was a bit swollen, and my ankles were sprained and twisted.
I was pathetic, was all I could think. As soon as Yero saw me, he bolted up and gently took me from the guard, and laid me down on the straw that served as a substitute for our bed. He looked shocked and worried. The guard closed the bars, and Yero kissed me gently, tenderly. Why did the Wizard have to come back? And now I was being a martyr, but being terrible at it. Where was my defiance? Where did I leave that tired old thing? Yero looked into my eyes, and I could tell he was worried. I wasn't bleeding anymore, but I hurt all over.
"Do you feel alright?" He asked, and as stupid a question as that was, I nodded. I felt empty, as if I had been drained of everything but my soul, because I don't have one. I choose not to have one.
"I'm fine." I mumbled, and fainted right in his arms.
I woke up in his arms, too. We had been sleeping like that. It was weird, but my body had healed, and only my ankles ached a little. There was no evidence of blood, except for in my hair. The blisters were gone, and so was most of the pain. I shook Yero awake. It was time to leave. I looked out the bars, at the green clock. It was 4: 11. The torture had to stop. The guards were still sleeping, and so was the Wizard. I carefully took the stone out of the wall and got my things. I jammed the hat on my head and opened the conveniently large window of our cell. I motioned to Yero to get on, and he did, but gingerly. We soared out the window, into the starry night.
"We're going to the Vinkus." I told him, so he knew. "To your fourth castle." He looked perplexed.
"How do you know I have over four castles?"
"I remember you telling me." He sighed.
"The fourth one's uninhabited, but we have to get over the Thousand Year Grasslands to get there."
"No trouble." I said, shrugging. "We're flying, remember? It'll take us a few hours at the most." I leaned on the handle of the broom to make it go faster. Yero held on tighter. I was relieved, but I still knew that I had to do my job before the Wizard had time to retaliate and kill me instead.
I had so much responsibility on my shoulders. At least I had help.