Sorry this took so long! School is starting back up here in a few days so I may not be able to post as much as I have been, but I will try to speed it up because I'm pretty sure I'm going to have a super easy class on the computer there, so I can work on it during school too. But please- enjoy!

Chapter 12

Lily awoke coughing, hacking horribly and loudly in the thick darkness. She leaned forward and spat repeatedly, dry heaving as she tried not to vomit. Her attempts failed however and she spat out the small amount of yellow liquid that rose up from her now completely empty stomach. She sniffed and spat one last time before sitting back up, looking around the room. It was a dark cell, but unlike all the others there was no torch to light the walls. Instead there was a hole in the roof, crisscrossing bars covering it so the moon could shine through, lighting up the room a bit. Lily tried to move but found that she couldn't barley even do that much. Her wrists were chained to a pole that stuck out from the wall right above her head. She sighed, trying to calm herself down as she gently tugged on the bar. It didn't budge but she was pretty sure that she felt something give- even if it was just a little bit.

She licked her lips and tugged again, harder this time. Nothing major happed but she was pretty sure she heard rock scraping against metal. She continued to jerk on the bar until she heard a sound come from behind the metal door across the room. Her eyes jerked away from the bar and looked to the door, panic twisting in her stomach as the door was pushed open slowly by the two creatures behind it. The Faceless and Flop Jaw walked into the room slowly, stopping to look down at her with some indistinguishable look. The Flop Jaw smiled at her in a sick manner, garbling something as he turned back to the other. Lily frowned, her eyes widening as the panic deep in her only grew. She didn't particularly like the way the way the Flop Jaw was looking at her or the way the Faceless seemed to laugh at whatever he was saying. All she knew was that something horrible was about to happen and that whatever it was, she did not want it.

After their little chuckle, the two monsters started to make their way towards her- sending her adrenaline running and her panic skyrocketing. "N-No, stay back!" Lily yelled, her voice cracking as she tried to scoot away from the approaching duo. She jerked her hands repeatedly as she moved, kicking her feet out against the Flop Jaw. He easily grabbed her legs and pinned them on the floor, the long knife-like claws on his hand slicing into her soft flesh easily. She screamed as red liquid dripped down her calves, fighting harder against the Flop Jaw and trying to pull away from the Faceless as he pulled a ring of keys from a pocket sewn onto the tattered cloth that could be considered a shirt.

Lily heard the clicking of locks as her hands were freed and the Faceless immediately grabbed her wrists, pulling her towards him. She cried out loudly and jerked away from the monster, managing to yank one of her hands free- and in one final effort to free herself, she grabbed onto the bar above her head and yanked.

Everything seemed to speed up as the metal bar broke through stone and came down with her hand, landing hard on the head of the Faceless. The creature fell to the ground, unmoving as a thick red liquid bubbled from it's now completely split skull. Both the Flop Jaw and herself stared at the body before looking at each other. The monster glowered at her and growled, but she only cried out again as she raised the bar once more.

If you asked Lily 'What happened?' she wouldn't have been able to tell you. She didn't know what she was doing or what was going on around her. All she could remember was waking up in a pool of blood with a bloody pipe in her hand and the brains of what was once a Flop Jaw sprayed across the walls of the cell. Lily shivered and slowly picked herself up off the floor, her hands shaking and her head hammering. She would have given anything to just break down and cry right then, to just give in to the constant, nagging voice in the back of her head that kept whispering 'Just let go.'

But she couldn't.

She wouldn't.

Because this wasn't about just her anymore.

"Patronus." She whispered softly as she looked down to where the motionless Faceless lied. Lily studied him a moment before kneeling next to him. Her hands traveled up and down his left arm, studying the long butcher knife addition to the appendage. She licked her lips, standing up with the knife gripped in such a way so it wouldn't cut her, and she placed her bare foot on his arm.

With a deep breath she began to yank on the long weapon.

It was disgusting work; the knife was grafted to the creature's bones, so she had to break his arm in multiple places before she could even begin try to get the knife free, and the sound had made her gag more than once. After she finally was able to get the weapon free she was greeted with a wash of warm blood from the new made holes and tears in the already rotting flesh. She had lost it then- Lily had to sit in the corner for a few minutes before she was able to get her heaving under control.

But when she stood up, holding a real weapon, she was glad she did it. Not looking down at the bodies, she silently moved towards the door and left, leaving the smelling, rotting corpses alone in the moonlit room.

Oh come now- did you actually think I was going to kill them? You silly people! I'm sorry that my skills in 'gory' and 'horrifying' may not be the best, I tried, I really did- I'm much better at suspense and I am lacking in muses to inspire my darker side. Now Lily's on a mission to get Patronus back; but will she be able to do it? Find out next time on Tortured Romance: Chapter 13.

And oh there will be a next time.