Floating Island life

Fabric Scissors

TW: gore

I woke up somewhere dark.

I groaned. My head was pounding.

A chain was attached to my foot.

I was in a jail of sorts.

In jail you'd expect there to be people right? Not in this one.

I looked around literally no one.

I'm suspecting Sara had sent that arrow to explode in me and Childes faces.

Jee. I hoPe I dIdn't mAke A bAD imPrEssIon!

I groaned. This was going  just how I planned!

I hastily checked if I had my vision was in my sash.

It was not.

I sighed. I've only had it for 3 months.
That only proves that it was Sara who took me.
I wonder what happened to Childe.
I hope he's doing okay.

Even though he's trying to extort me for labor.

I still clearly remember the recipe. Even after everything in the past 3 months.

The key. I still don't know what it means. It has my moms name on it right?

I reached for it on my neck. The silver key still hung there.

A new addition was a thick chain keeping me chained to the wall. I had about five feet of slack to move around as I pleased.

It's so cold here.
I could barley feel my fingers. 

"Hey."
I looked to my right.

Childe was there.
Had I not seen him before? I swear I thought I was alone.
A shadow was cast along his face as he sat back to the wall legs spread out in-front of him.
His hands were cuffed above his head.

"Hey."
I said back in a low whisper.

He stared at me through my peripheral vision.
Trying not to look at him I simply spaced out at a very dirty prison wall.

A tic tac toe game was sprawled out on the wall. Multiple actually.

X's kept winning but others kept ending in a cats game.

I could almost visualize each persons thought process.

X would always go for the middle each game they started.

O would go for the corners and block X from making any lines.

I worked my way through every game in my head. I even created personalities for these people.

X was a blunt, sarcastic, Loud mouth yet witty individual.

O is a bit more calm and charismatic. With the patience of a rock. I'm also assuming O is older. The marks X makes are hasty and seem to be in the moment. Almost like a student hastily marking down the revolutionary discovery they found in the restricted section of the library.

I heard the jingling of chains.

I looked over towards Childe.
"What in Archons names are you doing?"

"Trying to get out of here. What does it look like?"
He was trying to pull the cuffs apart using brute strength.

The pressure was only making the cuffs close around his wrists.

"You didn't answer me earlier."
He stated still focused on his chains.

"You asked me a question?"