Chains of Fate

8

Aria

I began the daily routine I had fallen into, to sit in silence in my corner, pretending I am still back home, safely contained behind the silver. I lay in wait till night when the diurnal nature of the human rests. The bag I have hidden is revealed, tonight I have little wolfsbane and silver left. My measured portions are running out. Soon the Alpha will discover the unfortunate truth. We are mates.

I grab a fresh syringe and extract 10mg from the vial, just enough the sustain both invisibility and portion control. With a little bit of water from the bathroom, I had been provided I cleaned the area required for insertion, I pushed the poison into my veins, the drug lining my arteries removing my senses. Pain blossoms through my system, running down my bloodstream. I ready the next vial, liquid silver, when I first arrived in this new prison I took a battery from the smoke alarm. And after learning of my guard's habits, chewing gum, I managed to lull him into offering me a piece.

The gum wrapper contains foil which I then attached to either end of the battery to create a small spark, sustained by tissues and bits of wood chipping I scraped from the bed via my claw. The result, a vessel to melt silver. The flaws in this glorified cage were immense, the security measures a joke. What kind of captor is he?

I placed the scalding needle in my vein once again, the feeling of my blood thickening and burning as it carried the metal through my system almost comforting. A perfect symphony of pain and grace. Shouting from behind me broke my pain-infused trance, "What the hell are you doing!"

I turned to meet the horrified eyes of my captor, the facade is over, he will know the truth. The game is nearing an end.

The King needs his Queen to survive on the board, and he will do anything to maintain that security.

I will soon be at the mercy of the King. An Alpha King.

He ripped the needles away from me and took my bag of poisons. "Never do that again, you hear me?" The man spoke harshly, "I will not be responsible for an addict, and I am too busy to worry about funeral costs." With that, he stormed out, leaving the remanents of his fury behind.

He would be a terrible mate, and that is why I am leaving him. When he finds out, and he will. I'll either be treated like a Queen, a position based on lies and the need for an Alpha Female, or I will be rejected. Left to fend for myself in the wild or killed, that was the sad truth.

The reality was I would rather be rejected than be in a relationship based on false pretences, I do not want to be treated differently just because someone long ago thought we should be together.

I discovered years ago that any purposes I may have meant to serve were shattered pieces of a lost mirror. I just wander in the cracks, staring at the fragments I might have had. But I can't climb into those possibilities, because every time I do the edges just cut me, slash away my desperate attempts. I learned that life doesn't want me, the path that was once there is gone. So I will make my new path, and that begins with leaving this shard behind.

I hurriedly grab my things, which thanks to my captor are now a empty small bag and the letters, and secure them on my back. I don't know if these windows are bulletproof or alarmed but I will have to take that chance. I take the chair and throw it with what little strength I have left, the force creates a few cracks in the glass.

I hit it the second time it shatters. An alarm blares in my skull, I had to run my captors will be after me soon and I'm dead if they catch me. I crawl over the glass leaving a trail of blood behind and run into the night.

I don't dare stop, I can hear howls behind me but luckily the wolfsbane is still working hiding me from their scents. I hear something running parallel to me, the unknown shadow dared me to run faster but the figure tackled me before I could.

Any hope of survival bled out of me as my gasps for air ceased. More footsteps came up behind me as I was circled by the gang of soldiers. Their moonlit shadows cornered my shaky form. I lay docile, utter defeats consumed me, I was surrounded by the unknown chains of fate.

Hands gripped my arms, pushing me forward, towards my prison. Strands of hair fell in front of my face as we trudged further into the light. Some may say like walking towards heaven, but rather for me, it was the fiery depths of hell.