Mystery from Another World--MHA

Part 170: Storming the castle

Monama had lost all sense of time. All his other senses were far too overloaded.

After a round of torture, the High Father stopped and repeated his questions.

Monama couldn't have answered if he wanted to. He couldn't feel his face.

"Stop..." Silk was saying. She sounded far away.

"Maybe she can speak better than she let on," one of the elders said, sounding tinny.

"Start talking, then, you little mouse," a different one said.

Monama's head swam, and he wasn't sure what Silk did and didn't say. When he cleared a little, he was on the floor, unsure whether he'd collapsed or been put there.

Not that much time had really passed, though he didn't know it.

Suddenly a new voice entered the room.

"Your Lordship...they're attackers on the island now. We just received word. A chase happened. They are heading for here. We detained them, but now a fire has started."

"What?" the leaders cried, enraged.

"It looks as though the LOV is among them, but there are heroes too, Excellency," said the messenger.

"And why did you not alert us sooner?"

"We were trying to get the situation under control ourselves before disturbing you, but then it got out of hand--"

The voice broke off. Monama heard--with painful accuracy now--a body hit the floor.

"Imbecile..." the High Father's voice said coldly.

"You...just killed your own man..." Silk said, "Monster."

"It's none of your concern," the High Father said flatly, "If the LOV is truly here, we must prepare for them. This rubbish here is no longer useful. Kill the boy. Take the woman to a holding cell."

"Why not kill her too?" said an elder.

"You know why," was the reply.

Monama noticed blandly that a marble had rolled out of his pockets... He still had one, huh? Or was it a dud?

One of the elders picked him up off the floor, sliding out some kind of bladed weapon. 

"What a waste of our time..."

Suddenly the marble exploded open.

The Meta elder jumped back.

Medea appeared, looking dazed. "What...? Where the heck is this?" She looked around.

"Run!" Silk yelled at her, before the Fisher yanked her mouth shut.

Medea's eyes got huge as the Elder reached for her.

But she burst into flames.

They jumped back.

Medea ran for it. She knocked Monama out of the one elder's grasp, as they were too busy trying to block her to hold on to him. Somehow she made her hand solid enough to grab him and drag him, with frantic strength, since she really wasn't that strong normally. But her fire seemed to make her strong, for whatever reason.

She reached for Silk also.

The High Father's wire came at her and seemed to grab the part of her that wasn't in flames. Medea suddenly screamed and dropped Monama.

"Not sure who this is, but she seems powerful." The High Father didn't act at all like torturing her while saying this was weird. "She should be a fine catch, with some reconditioning..."