Warning: swearing, violence, gun violence.

Jolting my left hand downwards again, trying to grab the chain. Only being able to touch it, it cracks a little. Pain spreading through my bicep. Biting down hard, I push through it. Jolting it again, still missing, though touching it enough to break the chain a bit more. And once again, agonizing pain spread through my arm. C'mon. You'll be fine. You can heal it once you get your goddamn hand out.

Standing up, I yank on that side with all my might. A loud metallic screech but nothing. Hearing the door open. Instantly dropping down to my knees. Trying to still look worn out, like I had given up. Four guards step into the room.

"What was that?"

Remember if your in a situation where you need to lie or act, you have to believe in it. Otherwise it's obvious.

"How... T-the fu-fuck am I supposed to know?"

"It came from your goddamn cell." States another. More violent than the first. Believe in the lie.

"You think I... would know? I just regained knowing where the hell I-i am. How... Do you th-think you'd b- be after t-taking twenty tr-anqs..." One of the guards stepping closer, observing my left chain.

"Someone put a faulty chain on. Ve probably tried to stand up then whatever the hell that noise was, happened." The third states, lifting it up. Making my arm limp. Trying to sell the lie.

"I-i did try standing... Though... m-my lim- limbs are jello..."

"Get someone to grab a new chain!" The third states, waving for the fourth to go get it. Moments later the guard returns with a chain in hand, while two of them pin me to the ground, the other two replace the chain, removing the first one. Retracting my arm I try to push up with my wings, lifting both of the creations on my back.

Throwing them off, I stand in a stalemate. A look of fear in some of their eyes. Looking around I only see three. Shit, where's the fourth? Something pulls my right arm hard . In that moment of distraction another two guards latch on to the injured parts of my arms, digging their fingers into them. Letting out a scream, them pushing my arms downwards. The last guard hurriedly connecting the new chain.

"Get off!!!!" Spreading my wings, knocking the two people off of me, their backs slamming into the wall behind them. Both my arms in agonizing pain.

"What happened to my limbs are jello?" The second one sneers. "The boss was right, for a god you are pretty weak. "

"How about you unchain me and figure out how fucking weak I really am." Snarling back.

"I'd love to, but the boss would simply kill me, if I caused her "favorite entertainment" to die."

"C'mon 45, we need to get back to our post." Another shouts at him, the other guards have already returned there. The last two guards exit the room, closing and locking the door behind them. Fuck! What did I think would happen? Yanking on the chain? Idiot! Sighing, I try again. Repeating the process, jolting and trying to grab it over and over. My arm's in agony, but the chain's almost broken. Huffing, I try again, missing. Biting down hard, from the pain. Again, I jolt the chain, touching it and it crumples. Leaving the cuff on my wrist, but it wasn't connected.

Grasping my left bicep, the cuts and pain slowly begin to fade away, turning into scars. then doing the same with my left. Sighing of relief. I could get rid of the scars later, but I didn't have the energy or motivation to do so now. I had to focus on other things.

I had to get out of here. I had to find Faerie. I had to save Scott and Jimmy and the others. And I had to kill the monster that did this. I wonder if the others noticed I'm gone yet, King probably has, but I don't know about the rest. Why am I even thinking about that? I need to get out of here!

Where could I escape? Looking at the back wall. They probably have guards there after the last time. Canceling out the other three directions, that leaves me with two options. Up or down. Deciding to go downwards.I spread my wings, Pain shooting through one. Shit, I forgot it got shot. Healing that injury as well, I'm ready. Placing both hands on the ground, the floor disappears. Falling though, something yanking on my right wrist, pulling my arm upwards, Pain spreading through.

Looking up the chains still attached. Simply dangling there, It's blank, and Inbetween instead of simply the next floor. Looking down it's multiple feet below me. What the hell is this building design?! Creaking. The metal door being pushed open. Fuck. Footsteps approach the hole I made, the figure slowly coming into view.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." The familiar voice scolding. Not you... "I leave for forty five minutes and you've fallen through the floor. Trying to escape. You fucking idiot." Leaning over the hole staring at me, though they look different. No longer disguised. Their Butterfly shaped wings now golden and bird like, blonde hair, but one thing's the same, their red sadistic cruel eyes. "You know Scott and Jimmy survived the latest, so you know what that means." Cruelty and the tiniest amount of joy filling their voice, grasping the chain connected to my right wrist, pulling me up. Struggling. " Guards get in here! I need some help with this!" Shouting at the guards outside, entering, instantly grabbing the chain, all five of them pulling me back up.

No fucking way in hell am I giving up. Swinging my other arm up latching on to the chain, feeling it crumple in my hand. Falling.