Hey, guys!
So this is my fourth chapter, and I know I haven't posted in a while. It was just that I had a lot to do and I kind of had writers' block for a while. All these ideas were running in my head, but I couldn't decide what to write. So hope you like this chapter. As you all know, I love hearing from you guys, all your opinions and what you think of my writing and if the plot is good. Anyway, here's the fourth chapter.
Chapter 4
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door slamming. Maven walked in, looking flustered. He glanced at me, running a hand through his hair. I stared at him. It was unusual for him to act like this. He was always smug.
"Evangeline will be accompanying you today. I have some... business to attend to. Oh, and your injuries are have been attended to. I ordered a Healer to help you get back on your feet. Evangeline is waiting at the screening room." He stormed out of my cell. Weird. The way he spat her name indicated that they had a fight. I stood up, testing my legs. It felt good to be able to move properly now. the fact that I could actually stand up was a clue that my back was also healed. I stretched my limbs, flexing my fingers. My jaw. I opened my mouth, yawning. The pain. Gone. I touched the back of my skull. No blood. No bandages. Everything was healed.
My collar. My hands again reached up to my neck, though I knew it was useless. The collar was still there, cold, despite the burn it gave me every time I disobeyed Maven or tried to use my powers.
Why did he do that? I thought that I was the last person he'd ever help. I jogged a little on the spot, then walked out of the cell, trying to stop my mind from wandering into thoughts of what Evangeline was going to with to me.
She stood stiffly, glaring at me as if everything was my fault. I glared right back at her and she flicked her wrist. My collar burned my neck and I dropped to my knees, screaming and gasping. My fingers touched the hot collar, getting burnt at the tips in the process. She smiled and flicked her wrist again. The pain stopped. I touched my neck, the collar suddenly cold. I stood up shakily, my knees almost buckling. Putting a hand on the wall for support, I looked up at her from under my eyelashes.
"Well, come on. We don't have all day!" Evangeline exclaimed. She turned around and trotted away. I had no choice but to follow her.
A torture chamber. That is where she took me. At first, I thought she was going to torture me, but that was practically nothing compared to what Evangeline really had in mind for me.
There were two guards standing at either end of her and a guard trailed behind us, keeping his gun pointed at my back. We stood at one side of the glass on the safer side of the wall.
"It's one-way glass. They can't see us, but we can see them." She smirked and gestured at the glass. "Take a look." I walked towards the glass, fearing what I might see. What if they got my family? What if they got Kilorn? What if it were Cal?
It was the girl.
The girl who had healed me. She sat, chained in the middle of the room, as a few guards did horrible, indescribable things. I banged my hand against the glass. Her family, standing on one side were watching. A family of two boys, younger than her and one older girl. Her parents stood, horrified, crying and screaming. All the way through, they screamed that they loved her, they shielded their children's eyes. And all the way through, she screamed that she loved them too, through every gasp, every cry. I cried and screamed. It killed me to see that I couldn't do anything but watch.
As she took her final breath, I collapsed, shaking.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. They had to drag me back to my cell.
Evangeline had said that it was one-way glass. But for every second, I could see her, staring right at me, right into my eyes. Her eyes filled with hate, loath, the hopeful spark gone.
I fell on the bed, curling into a small ball. I clutched the pillow to my chest, breathing heavily.
They will pay. All of them,I vowed. But how I did not know. Nobody was going to come for me. And even if they did, I wouldn't go. My place was here, with other monsters just like me.
A few hours later, the door of the cell creaked open and someone closed it. Somebody had entered my cell. I blinked and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping they would go away soon. I just wanted to be alone. But that person didn't leave. I waited and waited. After what seemed like an hour, the person sighed shakily. Male. Heavy footsteps made their way towards me. A hand was laid on my shoulder.
"I am so sorry, Mare." It was Maven. His voice was tearful. Suddenly, he collapsed over me, crying silently. A few minutes later, he kissed my tear-stained cheek and stepped back, sitting at the end of the mattress. I pulled the sheet closer to me. Maven, he who loathed me, wanted to destroy me, didn't seem like he really was like that.
I wondered if... But then the thought left my head just as quickly as it came.
Sleep was definitely not going to be easy.