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(Azazel's POV)
Jaunary 9th, 2023 ME
Continuing from where we left off in the last chapter, we found ourselves trapped in a dimly lit cell within the foreboding walls of a Halwani prison. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and despair, a stark contrast to the vibrant atmosphere of the saloon where we had been drugged. It became painfully clear that the king had orchestrated our capture, intending to ransom us back to the Inkadian government while simultaneously delivering me into the hands of the Darklings.
Vintage: This is absolutely ridiculous! How can someone of Rank X like myself end up in a cell with these low-ranking amateurs?" *Vintage grumbled, his usual bravado reduced to frustration*
His nose wrinkled in disdain as he gestured toward our fellow inmates, who all looked just as defeated.
Skull: Don't lose hope, Vintage... We're going to find a way out of this mess. *Skull replied, his voice steady and reassuring*
I turned to Diana, concern etched on my face.
Azazel: Captain, have you made contact with HQ? *I asked urgently*
Diana shook her head, her expression grim.
Diana: Can't do much while my hands are bound by this damn eelwire. Besides, it seems our signals are being jammed. *She explained, her voice tinged with annoyance*
Frye, ever the sore loser that she was, couldn't suppress her discontent any longer.
Frye: This isn't fair! I want out of here! *She whined, her cries echoing off the stone walls*
Suddenly, a guard struck the iron bars of our cell with his baton, silencing her complaints.
Guard: Quiet down in there. No talking!. *He barked, his glare cutting through the shadows*
Peering through the bars, I noticed a table just outside our cell, adorned with an assortment of fruits and cheeses. Among them lay a sharp knife, gleaming ominously in the low light. A spark of inspiration flickered within me.
Rider: You have a plan, don't you, 4? *Rider asked, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of hope and curiosity*
Azazel: Oh, I've got a few ideas. *I replied, my mind racing with possibilities*
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to focus on my telekinesis, tuning out the sounds of despair around me.
Pearl: Yo, what he up to? *Pearl asked, her voice barely a whisper*
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Into the Light
FanfictionWhat would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
