One Broken Past

Epilogue

She ran as fast as she could through the trees away from the BlackVeins. She was terrified of becoming one of those horrid things, they weren't even considered a person anymore, they weren't even thought of as people anymore. She could here the growls and foot falls getting louder and louder until they were right on top of her, she screamed as one of them grabbed her a pulled her back into BlackVanis. She kicked and screamed and bit and tried everything to try and get away from the black veiny arms that grasped her tightly.
"Let me go!" she exclaimed, "I don't think we will, will we?" the other shook his head, "nope, we won't" and they continued holding her tightly, oblivious to her kicks and screams of protest. They shrugged and continued to drag her back into the heart of BlackVanis.
"The leaders will be pleased to know we've done well" he nodded, "you think they'll reward us?" the other nodded, "without a doubt they will! We're bringing back an escapee of BlackVanis of course he'll reward us!" they both laughed a maniacal and creepy laugh that echoed through the black looking trees that appeared to have the same black veins as the members of BlackVanis.
"You might as well give up trying to break free, you're not slipping through our fingers this time" she grinned evilly at her and he growled in return. She hated being a subject of torture and experimentation, she too would soon fall under the dark magic of BlackVanis but she would resist it as long as possible. The truth was, she wasn't trying to fight her way to freedom, she was reaching for the blade that sat in its holster just waiting to be grabbed. Come on, almost got it she said as she twisted her body and tried for the blade several times, she wasn't even close to getting it. Her time was running short and she knew it, she could the constant screams of the tortured getting louder, she began panicking and tried even harder for the blade in its holster.
She finally touched it with one of her fingers and tried again, she slowly slid it out only to have it fall out and land on the ground she was being pulled away from. No! No no no no no! You've got to be joking! All that time wasted! she thrashed about at her wasted effort and eventually went limp and the two dragging her must've noticed cause they both looked back at her.
"You alive?" she shook her head, "no, I can just move and talk while I'm dead, what do you think!" she snapped, they both growled at her but continued walking. The screams were starting to hurt her ears and give her a headache, she hated BlackVanis, it was the worst idea anyone could've come up with for a name of a kingdom littered with BlackVeins and countless torture victims. She winced at each scream and cringed when she heard a bone snap in half or a limb get ripped out of its socket, she couldn't help but grimace at the sight of all the dead bodies lying around being eaten by some of the BlackVeins.
"There you two are" a happy male voice said at the sight of the two brutes carrying her, "and I see you've brought company, excellent" he walked over to the two and grabbed her from them and dragged her by her hair into the castle, she growled and screamed in pain as she tried to either pull free or make it so it didn't hurt as much.
"You've got quite the pair of lungs on you" a Ditra pigeon said calmly, "you should be fun" she smiled and walked over and helped him drag her onto one of the many metal tables that were scattered around the castle. She still tried and failed to break free from both grasps as they got closer to the table, they easily lifted her up onto it and strapped her down. The Ditra pigeon looked over at the Ditra eagle and they both gave a devilish smile as a Wintile black lab pushed a metal table of various different torture tools toward them.
"Shall I start darling?" the pigeon asked the eagle, "I had the other one, why don't you" he handed her a very pointy metal stick "take this one" she smiled out of happiness and thrusted the metal stick into her arm and she screamed in agony. She twisted the stick further into her arm and hit bone, at this point her screams were at full volume, one more twist and then a push and she was into the bone, she also heard a small crack as she did so.
"She is quite the screamer isn't she?" the pigeon said as the eagle grabbed a saw from the table, "I'd say so, Kilmit? Would you like in on this one?" he smiled and nodded, "here, do as you wish" he took the saw and walked up to the table, "will do" and he started slowly sawing into her thigh.
She immediately started screaming and he couldn't help but smile, it wasn't long before he hit bone and he took the saw out of her leg. "Aren't you going to go through her leg?" he shook his head, he grabbed one of the metal cylinders that lay on the other table and placed underneath her thigh, they both knew exactly what he was going to do and she braced herself but that didn't matter.
Her femur didn't break so easy but that didn't matter, they enjoyed her suffering, when it did snap it was a loud one and her scream seemed to have broken the sound barrier. They all laughed as they took turns as they listened joyfully to her screams of pain, blood spattered across their smile filled faces, their laughs filled the tall room along with her screams.
This is Nigh, a home of two kingdoms and twelve leaders, oh, wait, did I say Nigh? I meant BlackVanis otherwise known as Hell...

(Book 2: Two Broken Paths)