A song that I liked is on the side..... ------------->
Viva La Vida by Coldplay
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I lost track of time. How long had I been here? Days? Weeks? Months? I hoped Pyro and Shadow had the sense to stay away. I didn't want them to be anywhere near here. They didn't need to be in pain because of a foolish, unplanned rescue mission. I wished SHINE would just kill me already, but I knew that they wouldn't. It would be too merciful. They thought I was still holding myelf together somehow. They thought the methods weren't working. They were wrong. They didn't see me cry in the darkness of my cell. And I would make sure they didn't see me slowly break down. They made sure not to draw blood, because it would kill me. They didn't want that. I did. I had heard that death would be peaceful. I had thought about killing myself, but I had dismissed it. I would not die at my own hands. It was just wrong.
I crawled over to the wall. Everytime my hand hit the ground, I winced. I slowly dug at the hole I had been making. A white light temperarily blinded me. I shielded my eyes and continued digging. I finally dug a hole large enough to fit through. I crawled through and took off running. Forget soreness, I was free! I stumbled through snow. My black tank top and shorts were soaked, and I was freezing. I couldn't see anything but snow. Snow was everywhere. I blindly ran forward, heedless of my surroundings. My bare feet hit rocks and sticks. I continued on. I ran for forever. Darkness settled. It was miserable. The cold got colder. I just ran on through the night. Then, I tripped. I couldn't get up. I couldn't summon the strength to get up off my knees. Desperate, I sent a prayer to Pyro and Shadow's "God."
"Please, God, if you can hear me, would you help. I know I hafen't been doing right, but I'm begging. Please." I whispered.
My eyelids were heavy. I fought against sleep. If I slept, I would die. End of story. The last of my strength ebbed away. I closed my eyes, almost certain that I would die. My last thought was: What if I had stayed? I slipped into a dark and dreamless sleep.
I was woken by voices.
"I found her!" Someone said.
I couldn't move to run away. Someone picked me up.
"What was she thinking? If she's as good of an assassin they say she is, she should've known better!"
"Whatever, quit ranting and get her to the boss. He'll be ticked off if we keep her out here longer than nessesary." Someone else said. "She isn't allowed to die, yet."
"If she dies, it's her fault, not mine. Well, if she isn't already dead."
"Is she breathing?"
A hand covered my mouth momentarily. "Yes."
"Let's get her to base before he has our heads."
I was carried off to somewhere. I heard angry yelling and mentally cringed. Someone walked over and grabbed me. I couldn't be that heavy if they could carry me that easily. How much weight had I lost while here? I didn't really want to know. I was dumped onto something hard. There was a rustling sound to my right. Something hot touched my face. It burned, but I couldn't move to get away. Suddenly, as I was getting used to the heat on my face, something very hot and wet splashed on me. Shocked, I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, coughing slightly. Everything was blurry. I tried to blink it away. The blurriness went away. I gasped. My skin was very pale, like vampire pale. Nobody was in here. I started to sing.
"I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing, Roman Calfary Choirs a-singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foriegn field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name, nefer an honest word, and that was when I ruled the world." I sung softly. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing, Roman Calfary Choirs a-singing, be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foriegn field. For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name, nefer an honest word, and that was when I ruled the world."
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