Chapter 8
"Leave him alone!" I yelled at Kassian, "Leave Jasper alone!" My screams echoed in the empty cell, resonating sound swirling around me as hundreds of people yell.
"Please take care of prisoner number seven, I think," he turned to another soldier in the black and he nodded. He exited through the same doors as Japer, and Kassian turned back at me.
"Where is Jasper. Is he hurt?" I whispered scared that something would happen to him.
"He will be okay until you act nicely. Remember, a path is not easy and every time you fail he will suffer. Look at that as a form of conviction," he stood above me, but I didn't see him, my tears still blurring my sight.
"You were good, just do not let that name slip again," I saw him turning to leave.
I heard a door slamming and I slid down the wall. I buried my head into my hands. A tear slipped again, my sobs echoing through the room. What happened with Jasper? He may be hurt, Kassian could kill him and I wouldn't know.
He was my everything. I never knew what to do without him. What have I done, how did they find out that was me? How, why? Are Mia and Freya okay? What happened to them?
Oh, God. I put them in trouble too. I did not help them. I am a horrible person.
I put my head on my knees looking at the ground. I never knew what to do. I just wanted to look at my pictures. I wanted to draw something. But I knew Kassian would not like that. He would think that is not appropriate. I was not good. I can not get an award.
I draw one line on the ground. I did not feel dirty anymore. I did not feel cold anymore. Or hunger. I just knew that something is going to happen to me.
I knew he wants to use me. He will kill me after that, but I just had to take care of Jasper. I just had to be sure he is okay. To be safe. He took care of me. I could do this for him. After all of this is my fault. He is here because of me. Because I got wrong.
I felt a sharp pain in my finger. When I raised my hand I saw a little blood stain, but how? With my fingers I rubbed around it, searching what stabbed me. It is a metal piece. Something like a needle, but thicker. It looked sharp. A little flame of hope lightened in my chest. Maybe all of this is not useless. I could run. I need to find Jasper and leave this place. But I do not know about this place. How am I planning the run, if I don't know where I am? I don't even know where Jasper is. He could be gone, by now. In some different building, far from me.
I pushed it back on the ground. I could not do anything with it. Not now. I need to get out somehow. I felt my fingers dipping the dirt where that object was. My heart would skip a beat whenever I would hear some steps. Just when they would move one I was able to breathe. A fear, I felt that. I just needed to keep that safe. Maybe it is not much but I could use it.
I closed my eyes. I saw Jasper. He felt so real. Like he is next to me. His dark hair moved on the back, strong arms on the table holding a glass full of beer. He liked that, I was more on the non-alcoholic path. Sometimes, yes. But usually no.
I remembered that. It was for his birthday. He just kept repeating I do not have to buy him anything, but I did. I had to, I would not be calm. It was a necklace in the shape of a bird. A phoenix. That was their sign. I did not know why it meant him so much but I respected that. A flying bird is getting of the ashes. I get it. On the small silver pod. I saw it shining on the flames. I smiled when I remembered that.
It was the first time he let me try a bear. I did not like it. He laughed. A lot. A few other friends with him.
I wish I could be there now. Maybe I would even drink a beer. Just to see him safe.
My eyes opened when I heard another door opening. I could not move from my place in the corner. I did not want to. Maybe all of this could be forgotten if I just pretended like I am not here. Just to look like a dead person.
"Eat," one sharp command and I opened my eyes. I never saw this soldier. He had dark hair and blue eyes. He was older. Maybe around thirty. My look followed his hands and then finally on the food. Something in the white plate. A piece of bread. A glass of water. I imagined breaking the glass and attacking him. Maybe I had some chances on the surprise, but he was stronger.
Then I looked better. It was a plastic glass. I let out an uncomfortable exhale but I did not move. I refused to eat.
"Okay, fine," he lifted the plate and I saw how my food finished in his stomach.
"I will say you liked it," he turned around and then a sharp door close.
My body filled with anger. Maybe they were giving me food all the time but he ate it all. Just like today. My anger was short-tempered. I did not have enough energy to care about that and I did not want it.
My eyes closed again but this time fell asleep.
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"Maybe she is dead," I was woken up by a couple of the voices. At first, I did not want to open my eyes. I recognized them. They are the Youg Warriors. Maybe
I am a prisoner but I will not move as they want.
"I am not dead," I said moving comfortably in my place. There was a bed on the left but I did not want to be in it. They could easily kill me in there. I wanted to live.
"Oh nice, she is awake," one blue pair of eyes and the blue-haired boy said and lifted from the crunch. I checked his deep red uniform and the sign in the shape of the two triangles crossing. His father was Sage. And his name is Falcon. I thought they are calling him just that way but that was his name.
"Just like you," I smiled, "come closer and you will feel how awake I am," I said wanting to frighten them.
"And she looks like a witch," another added.
"Maybe I am one," I answered and checked the crowd. I knew which blue eyes I was looking for. And they were not here. I let out a strong exhale suddenly losing all of my wish to talk with them.
"She is the one," Another added. I could not believe how foolish they are. They believe me.
"She is not the witch. She has power," said the Falcon.
So he is the smart one. What are the rest then?
"The all-knowing," I showed at him and then smiled.
"I like it, you would be a nice one,"
I did not know what I was talking about. They were all around the cell like little children and I am a circus animal. They all wanted to see an attraction.
"You can not talk with me like that, slut," Not the nice one.
"Not a slut, just a powerful one," I answered hiding how his words hurt me. They did not know how it is to be in the submissive mode all of the time.
Maybe if they could learn something.
"Children leave the prisoner alone," I jumped when I heard that voice.
All of them turned to see Kassian and to show respect. And as he stepped on the light I saw someone behind him. His shadow. Uriah.
"Sir," they all lowered their heads and he smiled. I could see Uriah behind him looking them emotionless with his hands on the back, and the look on me. As he felt I look at him he looked down.
My eyes met with the ground and I saw a little uneven place where the needle was hidden. My vill was stronger than my hands. Fingers dampened the ground but I did not take it. I will not do that.
"You can leave now," Kassian moved a step towards the cell, "Uriah shows them the faster way out and then when you came back, stay outside."
He nodded and turned to show them hidden doors. No matter they were the same age I could feel that power around Uriah, he was a pure authority and they all looked like a child. They were not doing anything.
I exhaled and looked at the Kassian.
"Good morning Imrie, how are you,"
I moved my look from him.
"Where is Jasper," I asked ignoring his question.
"We will not play like that. Answer or he will pay,"
A fear run through me. They can not hurt him.
"Do not hurt him," I hated that begging note in my voice. I am under him. He can do whatever he wanted.
"Again nice," he took a little three-leg chair and sat next to my cell.
"Let's have a little chat, you and I," he put his finger one on another one.
"I do not like to talk," I answered and pushed myself to look at him.
"So when did you start to feel the difference," he continued ignoring my answer.
"At the Ball," I answered through my teets.
"And why," he continued, his voice calm.
"Because I felt disgusted for the Pure," I could not stop a bitty taste on my lips, I felt like I am talking about the dirt.
"I guess it is hard to be under all of the time,"
He tried to sound compassionate but I did not believe him. He was too calculated and too smart. He was over that.
"You can imagine," I repeated his words, and laughed. A sharp empty laugh, "you cannot," I said looking him straight in the eyes.
"You can not deal with how it is to be in this position. To be checked like some animal, to be scared for your family. Always look over your shoulder to be sure you are safe. How do you feel when you know you have too much food and others don't? Do you feel good, or do you spend sleepless nights in your need, hoping someone forgive you?" I could not stop myself once I started.
"You have a nice gift for dialectical talking, it is a pity you do not have anyone to talk to." He said, his lips curling into a smile.
"How nice of you," I said my words filled with sarcasm.
"I know. Now let's get on the talk or your brother will have a visit. But he had such a nice night. No one wanted him dead,"
A reminder of my brother waking me up. He will always control me as long as he is here. I can not fight against him until he is here.
"Look, I am a little cold. Can I get something warmer," I have to act nice?
"See? Now that's better," he looked down at my body.
The blood from my cheek stopped me from an answer. I have to think of Jasper.
"I think we can work something out, after all, I looked nice because of you so you can get pants," he nodded seriously now and crossed his arms on the chest.
I felt his look as he slides up from my feet and up to my head. Every single look left an open wound on my skin that I will not be able to forget.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"And also one thing. I need you to talk with your soldier. He is stealing my food," I looked at him blinking not sure will he believe me.
"I know about him, do not worry. Your food will be brought by Uriah himself."
From the bad, I got the worst.
"That is nice. But does he has time,"
"He will do whatever I tell him," he answered hard.
I do not know when this turned in him answering my questions, but here we are.
"That is nice," I say feeling a hard wall behind my back.
"So back to the questions. Did you know what happened after that," he was again the cold Kassian.
"The blackout," I answered looking at the blue eyes.
They are not a freelancer they are a prison. A true prison that scares you of your own shadow. I looked behind him. Everything looked so calm. Nothing was hearable.
That must mean Jasper is okay.
"Imrie, you have to concentrate if you want this to work out," I moved my look back to him.
"What to work out," I looked at him.
"A power," he answered, something in his voice I didn't recognize.
"It will not work out. I do not have it," I said remembering all the check-ups.
"Just a matter of time until you have it. Maybe a month," he continued, brushing my words with just one swipe of his hand.
"Nice," I said bitting my answer, to stop my thong.
"Congratulations Imrie you have a month of your life," he stood up letting him stand on top of me always like he used to.
Just like some God.
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