Resolve: Fourth Wing Fan Fiction

Torture Below Basgiath Part I

The pain ripples through every fibre of my being as my body slams into the wall and lands with a horrible thump onto the wooden shelf they use as a bed. Varrish stares at me, his pale eyes filled with so much rage I can't believe they aren't burning right through me.

 
"Enough Varrish!" I hear Nolon cry through the small window in the doorway. Varrish had called him down, what feels like hours ago but hadn't let him into the chamber. Nolon had been standing outside, listening, and watching for gods knows how long. Only one of my eyes will open fully, the other is a useless, swollen lump hanging off of my face. I can't even feel which bones are broken, which are intact. There's only pain. Across every inch of my body there's pain. I've screamed, yelled, cursed, but I haven't broken. I haven't spoken a word since this nightmare started and I don't plan on speaking any time soon. I can feel blood trickle down my brow and drip onto my chest, but I make no attempt to staunch the bleeding. I don't care. I would rather bleed out at this point than spend another minute in this cell.

Varrish's chest is moving irregularly like he's barely containing his anger at this point as if he's had any control over it to this point. He breathes out a sign that turns into an almost maniacal laugh. "Fine Nolon, you win. We need another fresh start anyway".

Sweat beads his brow as he walks past me to the door to let Nolon in. "Good as new Nolon" he says as he makes his way to what I can only assume are stairs. I let my eyelids fall closed and listen as Nolon's light footsteps cross the threshold and make their way towards where I'm laying. I can feel the wild angle that my arm is twisted at and know that I'm laying in a small pool of my own blood. Varrish broke my ribs hours ago and breathing has felt like a tortured chore since.

Nolon places a hand against my neck, feeling for a pulse, I guess. "Oh Violet", he whispers. He sounds so different than I've ever heard him, almost... desperate. "Violet please. Please just tell us why, or at least who helped you. Whatever it is Violet, it isn't worth this. We can help you if you just tell us what you were doing in that library". Nolon's fingers reach for my dislocated shoulder, and I use my last ounce of energy to throw my head back towards his face. I make contact with a satisfying crunch of his nose against my skull, and I let my head fall unceremoniously against the wooden bench before utter and complete darkness takes over.

Drip, drip, drip. I don't open my eyes. It's the sound I've woken up to after every healing session, after every night, after every visit from Varrish. Time has no meaning in this chamber, and I can't bring myself to open my eyes and see that chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by my blood, the walls, splattered with it, the trail of blood that leads from the chair to this bed.

Violet. I hear a quiet, uncertain voice beside me. "You're still here", I croak through my dry, cracked lips. I'd started seeing Liam in a manic-induced hallucination on what I think was the second day. He knows exactly what to say and exactly when to say it to make me feel human again, to give me even the smallest amount of hope. I release my hold on my eyelids and let them drift open and I'm staring into Liam's eyes.

I don't know what's different about today, but it feels... off. Something about today feels wrong and I can sense it in Liam. A single tear trickles down my cheek and I reach out for him. I place my hand on his shoulder, and it feels so damned real.

I let myself fall into this false reality completely. I let myself believe that this is really Liam, he's here with me, keeping me sane through all of these days and nights with Varrish. Liam places his hand on top of mine, where it sits on his shoulder and lets his mouth turn in a half smile. 'You did it Violet, another night. I am so proud of you'. I feel another tear escape. "Liam, I can't do this any longer" I whimper. It feels so cold surrounded by these stone walls and as my strength depletes, it's like the air has less and less oxygen making each and every breath laboured and painful. Despite Nolon's attempts at healing me the continuous and repetitive damage by Varrish is making it nearly impossible for the sessions to have any lasting impact on my body. I haven't been 100% since... gods I don't even know when.