The Red Cloak Trail

My Decision

Phoena's P.O.V.

It had been about four days in this room, and I'd realized their plan was to starve me. Their plan was to deprive me of food and water till I broke. By the time I'd realized, I was too weak to try to reach through dimensions and grab supplies. I was dying. The only reason I'd lasted this long was because of my Pyran blood. I had maybe hours left if I didn't get water. I lay there still, trying to conserve energy. Then the door opened. Standing there was Jim Moriarty with a smile in his face and a small clear bowl filled with water. I sat up trying to look strong. It hurt like I was on fire, and not in the good way.

"Hi..." He said stretching out the 'I' sound.

"Sup." I said looking at him in disgust and trying to ignore the thirst that made me want to leap up and take the water from him.

"So me and my... ASSOCIATES," He said, and I had no doubt his 'associates' were looking in n me somehow. "Have decided we need you alive. You lasted at lot longer than was expected, and we still need that information from you. Feel like singing birdie?"

With the very little moisture I had left in my mouth, I spit on his shoe. "Not today no." I replied.

He seemed to lose his composure for a moment, and his face contorted with rage, then he returned to his calm facade. "Alright, then you have a decision to make little birdie." He said setting the bowl down directly in front of me then walked away shutting the door behind him.

I immediately reached for the bowl and was about to drink when I remembered who had given it to me. There had to be a reason, so despite my body's cries for liquid, I set it down and looked at it. In the water was a small, yellow petal and I fell into despair. that flower meant death. Moriarty had given me three choices: die a slow and painful death holding out for a rescue that would never come or come too late, tell him what I know and be killed and examined at the hands of demons, or... or die a quick one at the hands of a small yellow petal. I moved the bowl far away and leaned up against a wall. It felt like hours when I heard a familiar whirring noise. I dismissed it. I was probably hallucinating from the lack of water, besides, I still had to make a decision, MY decision.
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A/N The flower petal is that of the Morteaus flower. if you know what that is, hold off, it will be important later.