Their Elemental Curse: Book 2

Chapter 29

*Beval Hernandez's POV*:

"Arghh", I shrieked, falling into my knees and hands after being pushed back in my cell. The giggles from officers grew more and more distant.

"Those fucking bitches, I swear to god I'll kick their ass when I-" I muttered to myself, dusting myself off, but was swiftly interrupted by arms wrapping around me.

"BEVAL!"

Thomas ran over and hugged me, causing me to almost lose my balance and fall...again.

"THANK GOD! OH THANK GOD YOU ARE STILL ALIVE!

"For now", I sighed, pulling away. I took my hair out of its man bun and shook it, scratching my scalp. My dark brown hair fell to my shoulders with ease. It was the only carefree thing about me at the time. "They put us in an office and explained to us we will be executed in two days. And they said, before our execution, they suggested we write a letter to our families to say everything we need to say."

"A letter?"

"Yup. Crazy how they can't even give us enough respect to let us say it to them in person. I need a shower. I feel gross."

"Shower-time passed already, earlier this morning. It's noon."

We stood there, in silence for what felt like ten minutes.

"Did they say how you were going to die?"

A shiver grew down my spine as my stomach dropped. I really wish he never asked for I was trying to place it at the back of my mind and at least act like I didn't have a death date.

I looked down at the floor, blinking slowly.

"L-lethal injection."

Thomas stiffened up as we stood there. He abruptly walked away, grabbing onto his dreadlocks as the reality hit him. To be honest, I wasn't so sure why I wasn't panicking myself.

I knew reality was hitting me. I knew I was going to die, I knew they gave us more time so yes I should be a slight bit relieved. But I wasn't. I wasn't sure what I was feeling. It was like a mixture of all feelings into one. Not just panic, nervousness, sadness, anger or desperation. It was all of them mixed together to form a foreign emotion.

It was confusing and it was tiring.

And to think we could only write to those we loved?!

I wanted to tell them I loved them and will miss them, in person. To hug my mom and dad and tell them to keep surviving. To hug my older sister and tell her to tell my niece or nephew all about me. To get someone to tell Danny and Shimizu I'm sorry and that this was all my fault for not listening to them.

I couldn't even talk to Gaia, whom was going to die with me, but I yearned for nothing more than to hug her, to feel her arms around me, and to grab and kiss her. And with Celosia and Kimberly, I couldn't even go up to hug them and tell my two best friends that I care deeply about them and will see them in heaven. If the guards will allow us to do that before the execution that would be great, but still not enough time to say everything that's in my heart.

And to think, in just two days we will be executed and wiped off the face of the earth and nobody but the prisoners is protesting it? The regular-humans outside these walls clearly didn't care. The government didn't care. Nobody but us cared. It was like our very life didn't matter. Like we were ants to their world, we could get stepped on and nobody would bat a single eye.

I felt my knees going out before I fell to the ground in all fours.

"Beval?", Thomas asked from the other side of the room, turning towards me.