The prisoner

ChApTeR FiFtEeN-Hard work

From the last chapter:

“He sighed then he moved his eyes from the ground to me and said with a hoarse voice:

“Ok…” he said then he raised a hand to me. I took his hand and shook it. “Welcome friend. “ he said to me.

“Welcome friend.” I said then we both started to laugh one at each other.”

The night passed slowly. But I didn’t sleep at all. I just stayed and took care of Madness’s fire. I looked calm but inside of me a big fight was taking place. It looked like my feelings were trying to kill themselves with me. I was confused. I was confused of what I exactly felt in that moment. I mean, I was glad me and Madness were finally friends. I somehow felt like safer now but I didn’t know why. It’s just the fact I was tired of quarreling with him. He had his fault I had mine but…he still seemed sad. And I knew why. Because of me and because of a stupidity he had to go back in Hell as quick as possible to finish his punishment and to save my legs. But I didn’t want to let that happened. I had to go down there to save my legs but…I felt like I had to help him. I knew he hates Hell and he probably didn’t want to go there again. I had to do something. While I was trying to make an order into my thoughts the fire extinguished. I opened my eyes and I realized Madness wasn’t moving. I crawled myself next to him and put my hand on his chest: he wasn’t breathing.

“Madness?!” I said with a nervous voice then I began to shake his weak body. No answer from him. His skin was pale, his eyes were closed, his fangs were grown but his heart wasn’t beating.

“Madness, wake up!” I screamed in horror while I was trying to get a bottle of water from my bag.

I sprinkled his face with water then I slapped him easily.

“C’mon, Madness, wake up!”

No answer again. I started to hit his chest brutally and I continued to slap him:

“You won’t die! C’mon!”

I took his knife and I cut my hand. A little thread of blood began to flow from my veins. I glued my hand on his lips and I strained myself so as he would get more blood. I put his head in my lap and I continued to give him as much blood as I could. I bit my other hand then I pressed it on Madness’s abdomen wound. I didn’t realize how and when, but a little tear was flowing on my face. I didn’t want to let him die…

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So as he was dead for a couple of minutes, Madness was immediately thrown into Hell’s arms. He knew he would have to come there again one day and unfortunately his abdomen wound had killed him so….”Let’s do it.” He said in him mind while he was burning down to the Hell again.

“Maybe this is my curse…” he said in his mind. “I am a demon. My life is supposed to be in Hell not out there…” he said then he saw the burning ground.