Love Is Weakness

Prisoner

I was barely aware of my surroundings as the soldiers guided me through the ark further then I had ever been before, it seemed that extensions had been built on around the back since it landed that I hadn't discovered. My mind was too busy trying to process everything that had happened to even begin to focus on where we were going.

After being pulled through a maze of corridors I was shoved roughly into a small metal chamber before the huge door slammed shut behind me. I quickly glanced around to take in my new surroundings.

Though not to small, it was hardly welcoming with the harsh metal interior glinting dully in the dim florescent light. The lack of windows made me feel even more enclosed and I struggled to push down my emotions as I remembered my time in isolation before being sent to the ground.

This time I didn't even have anything to draw with, that was the only thing that had kept be sane during the 11 months of solitary confinement.

I lowered myself onto the metal bench that lined one side of the room that acted as both a sitting area and a bed, trying to make sense of what was happening.

I looked down at my bloodstained hands as images of Rays body flashed through my mind. I couldn't believe he was actually dead.

The faces of those in the command room came to mind and I remembered the shock that had first appeared, closely followed by horror at my supposed actions.

Groaning at my predicament I put my head in my hands and attempted to sort through the muddle of thoughts invading my head.

Ray was dead and I had been set up for his murder. I definately had motive, it was no secret that we disliked each other, though I could count on one hand the number of people that truly liked the man, everyone else just put up with his swelling ego.

If that wasn't enough, being caught stood over the body, murder weapon in hand, covered in blood, eradicated any misgivings that they might've had about my involvement.

Without a doubt I looked like the most guilty person imaginable. It couldn't have looked more believeable had I actually committed the murder.

It struck me that after all this time I hadn't even thought about who had actually killed him. I didn't think there was anyone besides me who had any reason to want him dead, and to kill him in such a horrific way they must have had a damn good reason.

I was broken out of my thoughts when the cell door began to open and I jumped to my feet, expecting the soldiers to have returned.

To my surprise and relief it was Raven who appeared, not saying a word as she stepped forwards and wrapped her arms around me.

'You can't stay out of trouble for five minutes can you' she joked, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled into her shoulder at the gesture, appreciating the effort.

When she finally released me I took hold of her arm and pulled her down to sit beside me on the bench.

'They really went all out on this place didn't they?' she observed, taking in my dismal surroundings.

'They were hardly going to put me in luxury accommodation' I reasoned, though I agreed that it could've been better.

'What are you doing here anyway?' I asked curiously, not having expected a visitor so soon. Raven pulled her eyes away from the metal interior to look at me.

'I convinced Kane to let me come down here and tell you what's happening. I just wanted to check you were okay really.' she explained and I appreciated her concern. 'The council is in an uproar, no-one knows what to do with you. They'll most likely be having a meeting soon to make a decision, though I don't know how you're going to get out of this one.'