Divided In War

Chapter 15

Seraphites

Sylvia and Abby, two days before the last chapter.

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Her greenish eyes blinked at the intense light that shown through onto her face. Letting her eyes adjust, her mind catches up and she sits up, frantically looking around for any sign of Abby. Finding none.

Sylvia's eyes dart around the room, the walls were cement. Moisture dripped from the walls in the summer humidity. However, she shivered, the concrete floor she had been laying on was cool. "I'm caged up." She thought to herself.

Turning around she had found a rusty, metal door with a small rectangle window without glass. About the size of an envelope. She scatters to the door, slamming both arms against it.

"Hellooooo!" she presses her mouth against the little opening, yelling for any sign of anyone.

No one came.

"Huh." She said to herself.

Looking down at the door nob, she assumes that it's locked. Knows that it's locked but tries to twist it open anyways. Shockingly, it opens. Albeit the horrible screeching of the rusty door echoed through the small house she seemed to have been stuffed in.

She was alert, scanning her surroundings for any type of movement or noise. Then she heard it, it was coming from a near by forest.
She crawled her way to where most of the noise was blaring. A chanting almost. Making her way through the bushes Sylvia walks by barrels upon barrels of a powder. She stared at the side, reading the label. "Very flammable... huh" she read.

Whipping her head side to side to look for any Scars. Finding none, but she caught a glimpse of orange light a few dozen meters to the left of her.

Catching herself with her foot she darts over to the rim of bushes that lined a small clearing. Huge redwood trees stood in the middle. Hung upon them was Abby.

They were surrounded by them. Scars, chanting and speaking some religious text as people rose from their seated positions on the ground and marched over to the three people hung up on the trees. Abby was bound by her hands and ankles. Her arms were stretched above her, head hung low but whipped up quickly seeing the Scar approach her with a blade.

Sylvia's blood ran cold. She didn't have any weapons, or tools that might help her. She thought of the Scars that were sitting right in front of her. Grinning she crawls silently out of the bush to grab the bow and arrow that the Scar placed behind him.

Readying her arrow, but she stops. Two people, a woman and a boy came out of the bushes. Their arrows were drawn, and the boy had shot the man standing beside Abby, the blade dropped to the floor as Abby wiggles and pulled trying to set herself free.

Sylvia watched as the attention of the Scars followed the two-rogue Scars into the bushes. She jumped out of the bush and sprinted through the mud to Abby.

"Abby!!" Sylvia whispered to her as she picked up the knife that fell to the floor from the man and started to cut the rope that had been ripping Abby's hand and ankles.

"Sylvie! You're safe!! Oh my god I thought they killed you." Abby whispered back.

She finished cutting her legs free and was working on the rope around Abby's wrists.

Abby's eyes went wide as she watched as someone ran behind Sylvia.

"Sylvia look out!!" Her voice coarse.

Sylvia stopped as she felt a hand snake it's way around her face and another hand on the back of her jacket. The man gripped tightly and threw Sylvia to the ground dropping her knife. The man sat on her hips roughly as Sylvia was holding his arms away from her as the man had picked up the knife with his left hand, now aiming for Sylvia's throat.