Eladea: A Hopeless Age

Chapter 19: Liam

Chapter 19: Liam

Boy I'm excited for this one

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It all happened so fast. One minute we were flying in the air, the forests starting to give way to flatlands. Then, something hit, hard, into Amber's side and we were falling. Everything went dark after that.

After I regained consciousness I wrestled my heavy eyelids open. Now I sit, my body aching and my head pouring, in a dark room. I believe it to be made of wood, based on the small vertical cracks that let light seep into the room. My back is against the wall, the open area filled with only three other bodies. What looks to be Kate is laying on her side on the opposite wall, most likely still out cold. That or dead. But it's totally not the latter. It can't be. Right…? Reid is in the corner of the room closest to me. He's upright, like me, but slumped over. Also out. But next to Kate is another form. A man, clouded in darkness. A single ray of sunlight filters through a crack in the boards and illuminates piercing grey eyes and dark skin. I avert my gaze from the stare of the stranger.

I try to move my arms, but find them to be tied behind me. My whole body aches and I groan as I attempt to move. No luck, the chains tieing my wrists together run under the floor, locking me in place. I can only move a few inches before being catapulted back in place.

It's just then that I notice the sounds. Rattling, shaking, footsteps, talking. All muffled from the walls but still prominent. Are we…moving? I turn myself as far as possible, only getting halfway before tilting my hips to get farther, planting my cheek against the wood. I close one eye and peer through the small slit in the warped, cold wood. I see what looks to be the side of a person, based on the clothes. He eventually moves, showing green. Vegetation is my guess. It's definitely moving though.

I start to panic, searching Kate for her sword. No luck. She and Reid are still out. I try not to let that familiar anxiety build in the pit of my stomach. No luck. I turn to the stranger who hadn't stopped staring at me this whole time.

"Uh…H-hi mister?" I try, my voice coming out shaky and weak as I try to control my rising fear. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't even breathe, those eyes just keep drilling a hole into my soul. I shift uncomfortably, my chains clanking around. "D-do you know where we are? O-or how we got here? U-uh w-we we don't mean harm…or anything." I stutter along, trying everything in my power to bring strength back into my voice. Are we being kidnapped?!

With an almost silent huff, the man leans forward. His chains drag along the wood as his full-face comes into the light, like a dramatic scene from any movie ever. And I might as well be in one, cause this guy looks like he came straight out of the Hollywood hot-men-inator. I do a sort of flinch, breath hitching at the same time, not sure what I should be feeling. His eyes are dark and deep, irises like the swirling grey mist at the top of a mountain: deadly yet awe-inspiring. His jawline is perfectly sculpted, his bushy eyebrows and nose fresh from a hot model magazine. His dark hair falls in coils, framing his face, cascading over the bridge of his nose, brushing along his dark chocolate skin. He looks like he comes straight off of Mount Olympus. And from what little light shifts onto his broad shoulders, he's super muscular. And doesn't have a shirt on. My mouth goes dry just looking at him and I try not to get too flustered.

"You got captured. Welcome to hell." I swear his deep rumbling voice shakes the whole carriage. I shift, trying in vain to bring saliva back to my throat.

"W-what does that mean exactly?" I croak out. He smirks. Goddesses. I think I'm gonna faint.

"You'll find out soon enough," He looks me up and down which makes me suddenly aware of my scrawny body, lengthy legs, shaggy hair, eye bags, and basically everything that's the opposite of him. "Twig." He decides finally, saying it with a sort of amusement in his voice. He then leans back into the darkness, signaling the end of our conversation. I wish it wasn't.