Delta 1

Freya

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I opened my eyes with a groan. It had been a week since I'd first come here, and still just as bad. My fingers, which had been hastily and messily wrapped in bandages throbbed insistently. The Enforcers kept trying to get information out of me, but no matter how much I swore I didn't know anything else, they wouldn't believe me. I could hear Conner's voice in my mind, laughing at and teasing me.

Of course the Enforcers of another country aren't going to believe what the enemy has to say. They would be fired from their jobs if the did. Dumbass.

Conner. I miss you so much. There was no reply. Of course there wasn't. I was imagining his voice, after all.

There were footsteps in the other room, and people murmuring. Or maybe they were talking normally. The walls were really thick, so I couldn't make out anything there were saying. I wanted to know, though.

I moved closer to the door, knowing I shouldn't, but not being to help my curiosity.

And that was when it swung open, leaving me inches from it. I looked into the hard, dark brown eyes of another Enforcer. He was a massive, balding man around 6 feet tall, towering over me. He grabbed my arm, and I let out a cry of mixed protest and pain as my fingers were jerked.

"Quiet." He snapped, leading me out of the cell and into the interrogation room. He took out the keys and unlocked the door that led into the 'lobby.' A few more Enforcers gave him a nod as he passed, seeming a little confused as to what he was doing but trusting that he had permission to take me out.

We stepped outside, and even the weak Kyrzenian sunlight seemed like a miracle. I hadn't been outside for what seemed like years. I didn't know when I would get the chance again, so I breathed in the fresh air, not tainted with the musty smell of the cell.

"Just what do you think you're doing, sir?" Said the voice of that old sleezball guy from before. I bit my lip, straining away, trying to get away from him. 

"I was ordered to take her outside for a little," he replied.

"By who? I don't recall giving you permission."

I paused in my struggle. Was this a rescue effort? A pretty shit one if it was. But my heart froze when his free hand reached behind him, pulling out a massive broadsword, concealed by his jacket.

His hand flicked out, exposing it to the view of the old guy. He started to back away, eyes widening, pulling a gun out.

Bald person lunged, pulling me with him. I cried out as I fell, being dragged across the ground. The sword sank into his neck, slashing across his throat. I was spattered with blood, and looked up. A scream escaped me as I saw his head move one way and fall, the body falling in another direction.

"Wha- Wh- What the fuck?" Was the first thing that came to mind. Not the best, in retrospect.

He looked at me in distaste, and his fist was the last thing I saw.

My eyes fluttered open, my head throbbing. I yelped, realizing that the bald guy was inches away from me, staring right at me.

"What? You killed-" I started.

"I'll explain in time, For now, just know that you are wanted by the Sunkiller, or you would be dead."

"Who's the Sunkiller?"

"He wants to see you," The bald guy repeated.

"I know. You said." My tone was dry.

"Follow me," He ordered.

I debating not following him, but decided against that. He was good with a sword, and clearly ready to kill. I couldn't risk making him mad. I would have to be careful.

I was led down a long, grand looking hallway, and into another room. It was giant, with an arched ceiling that towered over me intimidatingly. There was a polished marble wall next to the door for some reason that blocked my view of one of the speakers.

The one that I could see was tall, but with a slender frame. He had golden blond hair that reflected the light in the room, and slightly tanned skin. Not as dark as Tazendra, not not Kyrzenia either.

"I'm pretty sure our deal is over." I was correct. He was definitely not from Kyrzenia. He had a Tejivian accent, a faint rolling of the letter 'r', skipping over the vowel sound 'e' slightly, and almost blurring the words together.

I heard someone reply with something, but not what the were saying.

"No, that's all I agreed to." Then his voice changed from impassive to one of resigned alarm. "What else do you want, then?"

"Deal." He turned around, walking in my direction. He nodded at bald guy, who cast nervous glances his way. I felt it. This boy did radiate pure evil. 

He brushed past me like I didn't exist, and turned around the corner, out of sight. I was shoved inside, and walked up to where the boy was before.

He was sitting on a step that led up to another door. He was wearing shiny, polished armor, and sunglasses? It seemed like an odd fashion choice to me, but since this was a different country, I couldn't really judge. The people here were weird. 

"Freya." His voice was deep and really quiet. I had to strain my ears in order to hear him. He was the sort of person who never had to shout to be listened to. You just followed his orders.

"Why am I here?" I asked. The question had been burning its way through my mind since I'd gotten here.

He held up a hand. "Around here, I ask the questions. I don't answer them. That's the first thing you should learn. And you'll find out why soon enough."

I opened my mouth, but thought better of it.

"I am the leader around here. You will listen and answer to me, or you face the consequences. Understand?"

I nodded. "Good," He said. "I'm a reasonable man. I'm willing to strike a deal with you."

I thought about boy's alarm when he spoke about the deal he made with the Sunkiller. Whatever these 'deals' were, they weren't good. "And if I don't want a deal?"

He smiled delightedly, as if waiting for me to ask that question. 'Think about it for a second. I have you in my possession here. I can do what I want with you."

"And," He leaned a little closer to me. "I know things."

"Like what?"

"Like who killed your friend. And where your dads live." He paused a moment to let that sink in. I was horrified. Even if they tossed me out, they were still my dads! I still loved them!

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, already knowing I would accept the deal.

He told me what he wanted.

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