✦ . The first of the fallen . ✦

Chapter - 3 . The sentencing

Orion's POV

"Fuck..." I groaned, sitting up.

I leaned back on the concrete wall, my head aching in pain. I tried to look around but it was too dark to see anything.

It's dark, and cold. Too cold. Those pieces of shit are doing this on purpose.

I pulled on the chains on my hands as I attempted to stand up, the weight of my chains pulled me back down and I fell over.

I can't move. I can't feel anything.

The air felt like it was being stripped from my lungs, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't see. I couldn't feel.

I dug my nails into my palms, I missed the warmth of Cicely's hand in mine. Lin braiding my hair while I laid in her lap.

Compared to this concrete floor, I realized how much I had been taking advantage of that comforting feeling.

How I miss you, my love.

The door opened and finally a gust of breathable air hit me. My head jerked up and I opened my mouth, gasping for more.

I arched my back trying to free myself from the chains tying my hands to the floor, my head ached as I pushed the back of it against the floor.

"Please!" I choked out.

"Shut your filthy mouth." The angel that stood in the doorway snarled.

He reached down and tugged on my chains. I groaned in pain as he forcefully pulled me up to my feet.

Piece of shit.

I choked, trying to breathe as another angel appeared from the one behind the angel holding me up by my chains.

"Here. Give it to him." The angel spoke, a woman.

She carefully handed a syringe to the angel holding me up and he took it from her hands, examining it.

"This is too much, it'll kill him." He warned, handing her back the syringe.

I looked closer at the syringe and focused on the clear liquid inside. The liquid was past the limit written on the syringe, way past.

"Well, let's see if pretty boy here can take it." The woman laughed, shoving the syringe back into the man's hand.

The man hesitated but began to aim the needle at my neck. It took me a moment but it finally registered what the liquid was.

"Wait- Wait!" I cried out.

I tried pulling away but it was no use, the man's grip on my chains became tighter and he pulled me towards him.

I continued to cry out and beg for him to let go, I thrashed around trying to get away but it was no use. He stabbed the needle into my neck and immediately I could feel the liquid entering my system.

Fuck... Fuck. Fuck! Open your eyes, open them!

I could feel my body going limp, the chains rattling as I collapsed back onto the ground.

Open your eyes, don't close them!

My eyelids grew heavy. The voices of the angels became muffled.

Open your eyes! Open them!

Darkness consumed my surroundings and eventually it consumed me.

Evangeline.

...

Finally I began to regain consciousness and I slowly forced my eyes open. The ground I laid limp on was no longer concrete, the room was no longer small and cold. The room was warm, it was huge, and the floorboards were wooden.