Where All My Hope Is

A High Pitched Laugh

Ezra's POV:

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Ezra's mouth was severely bleeding from the many blows of his captors. He was tied to a chair in the middle of a musty room. Black figures with a red design on their chest stood in the corners with sickles at the ready.

Pow! Another blow came from Ezra's left and hit him square in the jaw. "Where is she? You promised her head!" A voice thundered in his ear.

Ezra shuddered as thoughts crept into his mind. If only I hadn't let her weasel her way into my heart! I should have been more careful! I would be blabbing my mouth off right now, if it wasn't for her!

He looked at the man who had hit him. Two beady eyes glared out of the black mask. "I won't tell you." Ezra replied coolly. Just as another man raised his fist to strike him, the doors crashed open.

A giant of a man with a large black cape entered the room. A deep scar ran down his forehead down to his cheek. It crossed over the place where his eye had been. He stalked up to Ezra and bent his head down to Ezra's face. "Where is Fae Cahira? Where is she?"

Ezra just stared blankly at the man's face. His ears were stinging, and his jaw was throbbing.

"I won't ever tell you!"

The tall man stepped back with a smirk on his face. "You have been with her. I can see that from your face. But for some reason you won't tell me. Why is that?" He turned and walked to one of the soldiers, then came back. "Do you love her?"

Ezra snapped his head up to the giant. "What does it matter to you?"

"Do you?"

" Why?"

The giant leaned forward with an evil glint in his eye. "Do you?"

"Why?!"

"Do you?"

"Yes! I love her!"

The man leaned back with a look of satisfaction. Then, quicker than lightning, he raised his foot and sent it crashing into Ezra's head. Slowly, the giant's face faded into darkness with a high pitched laugh.

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A/N:

Sorry this is so short!

-Grace