Fire

chapter 8: Marcy

P.O.V: Marcy

Location: Moae's holding cell, block E

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Breaking out of David's grasp I grab the rustic bars, braving the looks of the tortured souls. Honing in on Sam's unnatural appearance, I manage to block out the unsightly scene.

Sam wore the best clothes I had ever seen him in. A clean, snug fitting suit tucked at the waist instead of his usual too-large rock T-Shirts. His spiky blue hair was combed down and properly washed. He looked like a well composed gentlemen instead of his usual hoodlum self. Nothing at all like the fun troublemaker who was disowned by our family.

Arms laced behind his back he glances at me before resting his eyes on David, his frown deepening.

"I did not go against the committees back David, nor did I quote on quote betray you. I kept my oath to you, not that you can say the same, and let's not mention who took the fall for you when things turned south." Sam's anger was evident in his voice. What were they even talking about? Committees? The only committee Sams ever been in was the school committee, and he was kicked out of that. Is that what they meant? Did they go to school together and something happened?

"Did you honestly think that I would break something as sacred as an Oath on my own accord? You pushed me, what choice did I have but to listen to the one person I trusted?" David spat, stalking up to the bars to stand equally as tall as Sam.

"What oath?" I interject, wanting to know what in the world happened so long ago between my brother and a stranger that sent them into a feud and ultimately leading to me confused in a prison.

I shut up under David's glare. My harmless question lead them to shouting at each other in the same unknown tongue, who would have known that Sammy spoke another language.

"Enough." The coldness in David's tone caused the temperature in the room to drop. Even Sam, as modest as he was trying to be, backed down. I expected that whatever they were discussing was meant to be kept on the down low but I didn't account for the venom behind it.

"So... where are we?" I decide to jump into the fuming anger growing between the two. It came out more of a whisper at the fear factor of being yelled at.

Samuel shifted his gaze towards me with a look somewhere along the lines of sympathy and regret. He must know how far out of the loop I am.

With a quick glance at David, Sam quickly shut down whatever he was going to say. For someone about three years older he sure did back down to David a lot.

"I believe that Marcy here deserves to know the truth, you can't tell her but I am more than free from the obligation." Sam says calmly, changing direction on what he was going to say.

I stare at David's icy demeanor challenging Sam into a quiet standstill.

"Now is not the time."

Due to my amazing self-control I do not follow through on the strange impulse to strangle David for continuously withholding valuable information.

"You two can have your chilly brawl later." I project my attention to Sam, alive and well. "How did you survive the crash?"

"Well I wouldn't be very good at my job if I promptly drowned in an ocean I upset, now would I?" I cast him a suspicious glance. He had elemental powers too?

Neither of them looked very surprised by this shocking development so instead I drift to the obvious,

"You tried to drown me?" I meant for it to sound like an accusation but instead I laugh. A sound the people in this hellish place probably haven't hear in eternity.