Hey everyone! Damn it's been A WHILE! I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've got school stuff, and blah blah blah. I'm going to try really hard to keep posting faster. SO I've written this one a little longer….
Previously on Hallow Remains: Brooke has made some new friends in Canada. She does not know what happened with Nathan, however we've learned she plans on escaping and freeing all of the prisoners in the camp. Brooke is also trying to figure out the truth between Aurelia and Nathan. But Aurelia won't spill a word. An Now begins the Next Chapter of Hallow Remains….
Nathan pov
A month after the riot….
A cool winter breeze lashed across my face as I slowly made my way through the various barriers to Canada. I gazed down at my 'healed' arm. The fact that I no longer have a cast on my arm is amazing. The majority of the bruises healed quite remarkably all except for the small scars across my face and the bite mark on my neck. As I reached the building, David stood outside the door. His brown eyes widened as I slowly approached.
"Nathan…. What are you doing here? Krebs gave you 2 months off." David spoke with concern.
"Well, the doc has set me straight. I've got a clean bill of health." I replied with a small nod.
David shifted his eyes to me expectantly.
"We found you half dead Nate. You were barely breathing…. Th-there was so much blood. We couldn't even recognize you. You could've died! Why in hell would you come back to this place?" David asked with bulging eyes.
I gave him a sluggish shrug as I shifted my rifle across my other shoulder.
"All I'm saying is that you don't want to die in a place like this. Don't make this your entire life. It'll drive you insane. So I'm doing you a huge favor, go home. I'll handle your post till you get back." He pleaded.
A bitter annoyance crossed my face. I clenched down on my jaw, and looked straight into his eyes. "I think you'd better get back to your old post."
With that, I walked past him towards the door. My heart began pounding with excitement as I entered the sorting room. No one dared to look up as I took post by the front door. Setting down my rifle, my eyes eagerly soaked in everything around the room. Nothing had changed. But I guess in all my excitement I had expected something new.
After a careful scan of the room my eyes wandered over to my dark haired princess. Her hazel eyes were heavily fixed on a large suitcase in front of her. Her small diligent hands worked fast as she easily sorted through the mess. It appeared she had not taken notice of my presence.
I greedily took in her appearance with starving eyes. Her delicate silky smooth face looked radiant against the sunrays streaking through the window. However a startling observation sent a small shiver down my spine. Her skin was much paler than the last time I saw her. Her face looked thinner, giving her a ghost like appearance from afar. Dark circles raged underneath her eyes, revealing her lack of sleep. Watching her closely, I couldn't help but become consumed by her movements. She mesmerized me with every little thing she did.
Once I was convinced that I had taken in her new changes I looked away. My eyes fixated on a spot on the wall ahead of me. Slowly, I began to delve into my own little world. My thoughts began to shift away to what happened 3 weeks ago….
:Flashback:
It had been two weeks since the riots. About 7 guards were dead, 13 injured. All the rioters that were found alive were taken and held in a cell till 'judgment day' as Krebs would call it. From then, he interrogated/ tortured all of the prisoners to find the ring leader. It took him a few days to find the leader, a teenage kid by the name of Anthony. A week later judgment day had come.
The blazing sun lit my face as David and I left the hospital. I bit down on my lower lip as David pushed the back of my wheelchair forward. Nothing was said as we traveled down the smooth pathway towards the execution location. Dozens of green bright trees flourished with light blue flowers. I thought of my brother Lucas and couldn't help but laugh. A small smile crossed my face as I absorbed this moment. But just as quickly as my smile had come it dissipated at the sound of shouts and yells from angered guards. As we drew near the location a huge crowd had gathered. A small shiver swept through my body as we made our way to the front of the crowd. Towards the left of me a barbed wire fence stood, behind it the men's entire sector was contained there to watch the show. My eyes drew to the center. About 15 rioters were lined up against the wall, shoulder to shoulder. Across from them, a few hundred feet away were guards armed and facing their targets. Towards the right was the teenage boy Anthony, guarded by Kowalski. What got my attention was the horse next to Kowalski. My mind began to wonder what the purpose of the horse was until Krebs walked towards the center of the audience.
"Thank you all for coming out today. I know that these times are hard. I wanted to give my condolences to those families members who lost their loved ones during this riot. But I will say to you all that justice will be served today. These men here have committed an atrocious act! They have violated the sanctity of our institution. Not only have they stirred up trouble but have injured and KILLED several of our men."
The crowd began yelling with force at Krebs's words.
"After an extensive investigation we have found the ring leader of this preposterous group. Over to your right stands a Jewish boy who stirred the pot."
More yells came from the crowd. I watched as Krebs began pacing back and forth, his eyes searching the ground for something I couldn't see. After a few seconds he paused and looked straight at the prisoners behind the fence.
"I will tell you all now. There is no hope for you. After today, your so called rebellion group will be demolished. These men here, lined up against the wall, will pay for the crimes they've committed. And as for your so called leader, you put your faith in nothing but failure. Now he will watch the death of his fellow comrades. And before he dies, his last thoughts will be filled with the guilt of these men he's killed."
Krebs slowly turned around to face the leader. A wicked smile crossed his face as he wrapped his arms behind his back.
"This is all your fault. Now you must watch what you've done."
With that he began walking off from the center.
"ON MY ORDER!"
I closed my eyes as soon as Krebs gave the order. Shrieks and screams rang out into air along with the sounds of blazing gunfire. Within a few seconds it was all over. My eyes popped open. I took in a sharp breath as I saw the dead bodies. Blood was smeared across the walls, slowly dripping down onto the fresh grass. I clenched my jaw as I looked over at the prisoners behind the fence. Every face was filled with tears and horror.
"CHECK THE BODIES!" Krebs shouted.
The guards quickly crossed the distance towards the pile of dead bodies. No sound was heard as one by one the guards shouted "Dead" Once all were pronounced dead Krebs made his way back to the center.
"And now it's time for the ring leader's death."
:End of Flashback:
Suddenly a new sensation quickly pulled me back into reality. A tingling sensation hits my stomach with a strong energetic force. I place my hand immediately over the vibrating sensation. Where the hell is this coming from?
Out of the corner of my eye I could see a pair of hazel eyes watching me intensely. My breath caught in my throat as I realized she was finally noticing me. A big surge of warmth flooded into my chest as I kept my eyes forward. I could feel my face heating up with excitement. Her eyes were calling out to me, waiting for a response. A battle waged inside of me, debating on whether or not to return her glance. A few seconds later I felt her connection pull away. Her eyes were no longer on me.
My shoulders began to relax. Now she knows I'm back. I wonder what she's thinking. Did she think I was dead? Did she even care? - Of course not you fool, she wants to kill you.
A loud clatter pierced the silent room. My eyes immediately darted to the cause of the commotion. An African woman in her early 20's shifted her grey eyes to me. She had dropped a large cooking pot on the floor. With a small nod, she quickly retrieved it and continued working. Without knowing, my eyes flickered over to my princess. Shock filled me as our eyes met for the 1st time since I got back. Mixed emotions flooded into me. Sparks ignited into a fiery gaze, making my whole body tremble to life. My breath caught in the back of my throat again. Everything that I had ever known fell right out the window.
In her eyes I could see a whirlpool of emotions, but I couldn't get a feel for one of them. As I was trying to figure out what she was feeling our connection broke. Her hazel eyes quickly averted away from me and back to her work. A light pink flush crossed her cheeks as she pulled a strand of hair from her face.
This is the reason why I came back…. For her
Time: 2:06 am
Post: Canada (outside front door)
I stared up at the night sky, taking in a long drag from my cigarette. I'll admit I wasn't much of a smoker until I met Buddy from the hospital. He was the doc that took care of me while I was being hospitalized. During his breaks he would come and check in on me, from there he'd offer me a smoke and a quick chat. Buddy was a good guy, a man in his late 40's that got pulled into his job. He was getting paid big money for this job so he decided to come out of retirement. From his point of view he hated war and violence. He was more of a peace maker than a fighter. His take on the world is unlike anyone I've ever met.
As I inhaled the remaining end of my cig, a calming peace took over my body. With a careless flick to the snow, the end of the bud slowly died out. My eyes briefly searched through the night for any signs of life. When I found nothing, I slowly began my patrol outside the perimeter. My feet ached like there was no tomorrow. Coming out straight from the hospital and into work was not the smartest idea. As I reached the back of the building I placed my back against the cool building. I closed my eyes as a huge sigh drifted from my lips. My mind kept repeating the judgment day massacre over and over in my head….
:Flashback:
"And now it's time for the ring leader's death." Krebs nodded.
I bit down on my lower lip as Krebs slowly approached the young teenager.
"I want everyone to know that this kid did NOT ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING! THIS KID HAS GOTTEN HIS FELLOW MEN KILLED!"
Kowalski began to tie a rope around the teenager's neck. My throat began to clamber up, my hands gripped onto the armrest of the wheelchair. After the rope was tied, a guard walked the horse to Krebs. Krebs immediately climbed onto the horse. With a nod of Krebs's head, Kowalski brought the long rope to Krebs. Krebs tied the rope onto the back of the horse. My eyes lit up with horror as I watched the scene take place.
"NOW WATCH YOUR LEADER DIE!" Krebs shouted at the top of his lungs.
With that the horse lurched forward. I watched with horror as the teenager flew to the ground. He was yelling at the top of his lungs as the horse dragged him across the grass. Tears streamed down his face as he tried clawing at the rope.
I could feel my nails dig into the armrest. Anger filled me as Krebs increased the horse's speed. With weary eyes I watched as the boy was flung into the side of a building. The crowd began laughing louder with each scream that came from the teen.
Blood trickled down the boy's face as he rammed into another rock. The white's of his eyes could be seen by all.
"Now time for the cake." Krebs laughed out.
Krebs sped up faster then quickly jerked the horse to the right. In that moment a loud crack was heard. The boy's neck had snapped. Krebs continued riding the horse, letting the limp body flail behind him.
"David take me back to the hospital." I whispered.
"Yeah Sure Nate." David replied.
:End of Flashback:
A sudden noise appeared from the front of the building. With a raised brow I quickly made my way back to the front of the building. Nothing. I bit down on my lower lip. An eerie feeling began to come over me as I entered the building. My eyes searched through the dark sorting room. The back of my shoulders began to tense as I held my breath, listening for any sounds. Again I was met with disappointment when I heard nothing.
Everything appears to be clear. I guess it was just my imagination….
I made my way back to the front door. Then, I heard it. My body perked up once again at the sound. It was coming from the back room. I slowly began approaching the back room. More sounds erupted from the back room. With steady hands, I pushed open the door. Low scuffling noises started coming from the back. I crept within the shadows, making no sound at all. The closer I got, the more the noises sounded like a struggle. My mouth fell to the floor as I spotted a male figure struggling with someone on the floor. The realization of what I walked in on, hit me. Anger flashed through me as the man desperately tried to rip the woman's clothes off.
"Don't fight me!" the man ordered as he slapped the woman across her face. The woman continued to struggle beneath his grip, but he quickly pulled a knife to the woman's throat.
"FUCK YOU!" she screamed.
Rage burned through my veins as I quickly walked over to the man. I grabbed him by his hair and dragged him into the sorting room.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" the man shouted.
I threw the skinny guard to the floor with a careless gesture. His back slammed to the ground with a loud thud. The guard looked up at me with horror as I kicked the heel of my foot into his face. Blood squirted from his nose as he rolled over in pain.
"You disgusting pig." I stated, giving him another violent kick into his ribs.
A loud scream rang from the man's mouth as I stomped onto his chest. He coughed up a small puddle of blood. A smile crossed my face as I stomped my foot into his forehead. The man gave another scream of pain.
"I'm only going to ask this once. How many times have you been in here?" I asked with an angry tone.
"J-Just twice including today." He stammered.
I lowered my foot across his neck and slowly applied pressure. He began gasping for air, struggling beneath the power of my foot. I took great pleasure as I watched his face burn bright red. His hands began clutching onto my foot while his legs thrashed into the air. After a while I could see the white's of his eyes. That's when I removed my foot.
The guard gasped and coughed for air once I released him.
"If you ever lay a hand on any of these girls in here…. I'm taking you directly to Krebs. And this time you won't be so fucking lucky. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I hissed with vengeance.
"Yes!" the guard whimpered out.
"One more thing…" I trailed off. The guard cradled his neck as he looked up at me. With a cocky grin, I gave him another bone cracking kick in between his legs.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCKKKK!"
"Now get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit."
With a satisfied smirk I walked back to the backroom. Immediately I spotted the woman sitting up against the wall, with her head in her hands. No sound came from her as I watched her. I didn't know what to do. What could I do?
I slowly began to approach her when she looked up at me. My heart fell to the floor as my dark haired princess looked back at me. I stopped in place as my eyes traveled over her. No major cuts or injuries from what I can see…. Her nose is bleeding from where he hit her. That fucking bastard! If I had known…. Boy if I had known he was doing this to her. That boy would not be alive right now. I knew I should've killed him. THAT SON OF A BITCH!
"Don't come near me." She hissed.
"I'm not going to touch you. I'm not going to hurt you." I whispered in a soft voice.
I could feel my heart begin to break as I looked at her. Tears streamed down her face mixed with dirt and blood. A light burning sensation hit my eyes as my knees began to give out. Both of my knees hit the floor with a harsh impact. My hands began shaking as I stared over at my princess. Blood was smeared across her face, giving her a dangerous look.
"Are you okay?" I croaked out.
She didn't answer. Instead she kept staring at me with an intense glare that seemed to peek into my soul. I quickly glanced away from her as she wiped away the blood and tears from her face. More silence continued as I looked down at the ground. What the hell am I supposed to do? Should I wait for her to speak? Maybe she needs to see a doctor? Maybe I should just wait. I've always heard patience is key. So I'll just wait for her to talk.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" I asked in a concerned tone.
"Why did you stop him?" she asked with a louder voice.
Confusion began to hit me.
"I don't understand…" I replied.
"Why didn't you just let him finish like everyone else would've." She spat out with disgust. "Or I'm sure in your case, you would've joined in."
My jaw fell open as her words pounded into me. What is she talking about? I would never join in on something like that…
"So tell me why did you stop him? Was he crossing your territory or something? He can't have certain girls… how does that work? Do you two get to switch off." She spoke with venom in her tone.
A lump began to form in the back of my throat. What is she doing? Why is she asking me these questions? I don't understand what's going on here?
"Why wouldn't I stop it." I replied with a short answer.
"That's not an answer." She remarked.
She slowly began to rise up from the floor. A new change had come over her, one that I had not seen before. Her eyes glimmered with darkness. A new prowess had taken form. I was no longer in control of the situation. Still on my knees, I watched as my princess hid something behind her back.
"Answer my question." She replied with demanding tone.
She towered over me with a powerful presence. I couldn't help but gawk at how beautiful she looked. Deadly but beautiful…
"I don't know what it is you want from me?" I asked with confusion.
She tossed her head back as a small throaty laugh came from her lips. "I want answers Nathan Scott."
I bit down on my lower lip as she started circling around me. "How do you know my name?" I asked with raised brows.
"Let's cut the chit chat and tell me what I want to know. What happened that day with you and Aurelia?"
"Nothing." I replied with a stern tone.
In that moment her fist collided with my face. My eyes widened as I stared back up at her. I looked deep into her eyes and knew we weren't playing around.
"I want the truth." She uttered in a low tone.
I glared at her as anger began to slither its way through my veins. "Fuck this." I muttered as I quickly drew myself to my feet.
"Stop!" she ordered.
"I'm not putting up with this shit." I called over my shoulder as I headed into the sorting room.
I could hear her following me as I headed to the front door.
"Stop…. Or else." She warned.
I quickly turned around and froze in my place. My eyebrows rose as I stared at my princess. Before me, she held a gun. I tried to swallow the bile from the back of my throat, but it wouldn't go down. She began walking towards me. My body immediately began backing up until I hit the wall.
"Where did you get that?" I asked, eyeing the gun with wide eyes.
"I took it from your buddy while he was trying to rape me." She replied with a confident voice.
I clenched my jaw as a smile crossed her face.
"Now that I have your full attention, I want you to answer my questions."
I closed my eyes as she pressed the gun into my forehead.
"What happened that day?" She asked with a dangerous tone.
"Your mind's already made up about me. So just do it." I muttered with my eyes still closed.
"DAMN IT! FUCKING ANSWER MY QUESTIONS! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I WILL KILL YOU." She roared out.
"I've made my peace." I replied.
"Fine…" she huffed out as she clicked back the gun. "Any last words…"
"I'm glad it's you doing this." I whispered, flinging my head away from her. Her gun slid down to the side of my neck. She moved the edge of my collar away from my neck.
"I wonder which girl did that to you." She stated as she looked at the bite mark scar on the side of my neck.
"Brooke stop!" another voice joined in.
My eyes flashed open as I spotted a blonde girl. A small flashback sent me back to the day I helped this girl with her face. Her name was Aurelia….
"Aurelia, leave now. I don't want you to get in trouble." Brooke replied.
Immediately the blonde girl came to my side at once.
"You can't kill him Brooke." Aurelia shot back.
"Oh yes I can. And I will. I can't believe your defending this asshole!" Brooke retorted.
"You don't understand Brooke." She replied.
"What? Tell me because I have no idea what you're talking about!" Brooke answered.
"Do you honestly want to know who he is?" Aurelia asked.
Confusion hit me as she asked this question. Who am I? What the hell is she talking about?
"Who?" she asked.
"All people around this camp call him Engel Des Lichts….Meaning the Angel of light. From what I've heard from a lot of people around here is that Nathan helps people. Not only that but he's probably saved more lives than you could possibly imagine. He gives food to those who need it; he vouches for people to keep them alive. Don't you see Nathan isn't what you think he is. He's our savior." Aurelia replied with a soft voice. "That day when Nathan took me out of the room, he wasn't trying to do anything. You see the night before that same guy that was trying to take advantage of you had grabbed me in the middle of the night. The next day Nathan cleaned my wounds and gave me a slice of bread. He took care of me."
Immediately I lowered my head to the ground. I could feel the gun pull away from my head as both pairs of eyes stared at me.
"Is this true?" Brooke asked in a low tone.
I looked at my princess with big eyes. I could feel my jaw clench as I quickly looked away from the both of them.
"Yes." I replied.
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