*** Still have some writer's block, so sorry if this is suckish. >.< Yeah this one's short. Yeah yeah, they get it. XD Warning: really gory details in this chapter, don't yell at me for making you throw up xP idk I just re-read it and it makes me feel queasy D': meh blah blah, just read! xD ***

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                                                                           Chapter 6

   The room was small, and slightly dark from the single window and the fading daylight. Two people were in the room discussing, something un-normal. It would be a strange conversation to anyone who didn't know about the Orb, and it's powers. It carries along it's Shadow, who destroys anything in it's way. If a human were to touch the Orb, it will have some sort of link to it, and the human will see the memories of the Orb, different times, and unreal geography. But when it is touched, the Shadow will hunt down whoever it is. The Orb is powerful, it can do unimaginable things. One man, Alexander of Brennunburg, tried to use it to make a portal back to his world. He was pretending to be human on Earth, and used many people to achieve it.

    One person, who's name was known as Daniel, stopped Alexander's plan, and destroyed the Orb along with it. The Orb had very little power left, and the Shadow was weakened, it had to find someone within the bloodline of it's creators, the closest one, too. Basically, it's descendent.

    The two people in the room were talking about the events, planning out what they will do to stop it.

   "The bloodlines lead to her, and she was chosen. It's sad, she was so innocent, so light, and kind. The power drew her to evil, though, possible madness." said one of them, a man, who looked to be about in his mid-thirties. The other person was a womam, who seemed to be the same age.

    "Didn't the power increase her, strength, or something?" said the woman.

   "Yes, actually. She was young, too. Maybe she's around the 17 years old mark. We couldn't keep count."

    "Do we know her name?"

   "Well, no. We were never given it, and people who knew, she killed. She calls herself, 'Alana', based off of a poem she wrote a few years after, finding out . . ."

   The voices continued to play in my head as slowly an image appeared in the blackness which was all I could see. I remember that day, the day I went off to Brennenburg. Those were my parents, discussing what we- they -were going to organize, along with the rest of the Order (to protect the Orb) to find the Orb. I did something I knew I could never forgive myself for doing though, and after I questioned if I should even go back when I completed my mission.

    Just before the rest of the scene plays out, a cold feeling washes across my back, and all of my muscles are stiff. The image blacks out again and I can barley make out a faint gold color from the other side of my eyelids. Slowly, I open them and realize I'm in a dungeon cell, a horrific scene in front of my eyes.

    A mutilated body is on the other side of the cell bars, the ripped clothes soaked with blood. The person's arms had different swirled cuts and patterns traced across them. It would look beautiful, if the main material to create the look wasn't blood and flesh. The person's face had a large gash across their left cheek, that started from the cheekbone and traced down to their neck, which had a slit across it. That must have been the killing move. This person was tortured, I can tell. Their shoulders look horribly dislocated, and their legs must be broken, and there are unimaginable-sized bruises on the person's abdomen (the clothes became practically see through from the blood that soaked through it). Their fingernails where yanked out, leaving bloody stubs at the tips of the person's fingers, and a few of them were actually chopped off. The person's feet were at a highly unnatural angle, making me cringe. Patches of skin in some areas were skinned off, the areas caked with dried blood. I'm guessing this torture was based off of cuttings, most of the skin was only sliced and waterfall patterns of blood emanated from them. I can't imagine the pain that person experienced, or if they were even conscious a quarter of the way through. No, if the person I think did this is the person who did this, then she would have found a way to keep them awake, to hear their screams, even if their throats couldn't produce any sounds anymore.

    I shrieked, and started to sob in fear at the scene, stumbling to the wall of the cell and curling up, covering my face with my arms. My stomach feels really uneasy, but I'm surprised I didn't throw up on the spot. I continued to scream until my throat couldn't stand it, and settled with heavy breathing. I tried to control my breathing, though; I felt so close to hyperventilating. H-how did I get here? Wasn't I - killed!? I now remember the monster killing me, or at least, heavily injuring me . . .

    I force myself to open my eyes and the body is still there, but something I didn't notice was right in front of the bars, at my side. Shaking, I crawl over and look at the object, a note. I hesitantly pick it up and read it. Big surprise, it's from Alana.

    Aww, did I scare you? As you can see, this is an example of one of my various works, and one of my favorites too. Oh, the Wheel . . . It allows me to inflict any torture I wish, for as long as I want, and in the end, I can smash the victim with a hammer, breaking their limbs, or giving them internal bleeding. It's just sad seeing them die so quickly though, so I requested for a medicine to keep the victims alive longer during the process, which makes it ten times as fun. This is what you're putting up with, this is an example of what I'm capable of. And don't think I can only do this when the person is incapacitated, I'm quite good at hand-to-hand fighting, too.

    You're probably wondering what's going on, and how you got here, let me explain. The monster incapacitated you and brought you here. You were only going to find a few memories in the castle, all of them are really here, at the bottom. I got impatient and decided to, help out. Sure, call me a nice person, and if you do, your death will be much worse than I would've even pictured it. Haha, good luck, you're really going to need it, because now I'm one more step closer to killing you.

    - Hope you die suffering, Alana.

    So she was here . . . I muttered something under my breath that I would have been grounded for forever if I said that in front of my parents. I sighed in annoyance and tried to find a way to escape. I checked around the heavily rusted bars, and noticed the bottom right corner was shaking a lot. If I could just break it . . .  

    After trying for an hour or so, I had no success. There was nothing to break it with besides my own two hands.

    I looked around at the brick walls and saw that one was loose. Frantically, I pushed it out of is spot and started to rip away at the others. When the wall finally had a whole large enough for me to crawl through, I went through it to find only another cell. I almost collapsed from aggravation until I saw several large rocks in the cell. If only . . .

    I pick up one of the rocks and threw it back to my original cell, then take a few others. Going back to the other cell, I start to through them at the corner of the bars, and soon enough, it breaks. I sigh in relief and I feel sanity coming back to me. I made it out of the cell and almost congratulated myself only to realize I don't have my lantern. I look around and spot something almost glinting close to the hand of the dead body (the shoulder was dislocated and the hand was crossed over under the neck and stretched over to the opposite side of the body). I dared myself to look closer and my theory was right, it was the lantern. A little piece of paper was right by it, only a few words written on it:

    Here you go, I thought I should be a little nice :) -Alana

    I force my shaking hand to reach down and take it, but the head is covering most if the lantern. I have to move it. I can't believe I need to touch the damaged head of a corpse. It was terrible. The skin was paler than white, and colder than ice. The lips had lost all color and were shriveled away, whereas the eyes were sunken in to the head mostly, as if they were vacuumed in to the skull, but not enough to not see them. The pupils were large, and glassed over, the sight sending chills deep into my bones, and causing a great involuntary shudder. I move over the head to the side, avoiding the long sand-dry hair (the person was female) and pry the lantern handle off of the fingers, which wasn't hard. When I moved the fingers back, they weakened and went limp, and eventually crumbled into the brick floor.

    I let out a shaky breath and lit the lantern, which had about a quarter of oil in it. The rest I still had with me. Finally seeing better (I honestly don't know how I was able to read the letters), I take notice of my surroundings. I sighed heavily as tears begun to sting my eyes at the thought of how exhausting this has been, and it only just begun.

    "When will this end?" I said quietly to myself. "Will this ever end?"

   "How familiar," said a friendly voice I knew only belonged to one person, but I knew she wouldn't continue to talk to me.

    I gather my strength and tell myself and I'm stronger than this, I know I can kill Alana. I have to. If this is what she does to innocent people, and enjoys it, she has no reason to live. No, I can't kill her, I can't kill anybody. It might sound like the right answer, but to me, honestly it's true, if I had to choose between killing someone or dying myself, I would die. I just can't, I can never think of myself killing anyone, and I'm praying I haven't done it in the past and forgot about it. But I have to do whatever it takes, whatever will rid Alana from this world forever. It was my mission, after all.

    But before I can proceed, the whole ground shakes, and I find myself falling on the floor, the Shadow engulfing the room, with me trapped in it.