Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 36 GameTime

***SAPPHIRES POV***

Once Krylan was drug from my room I didn't cry. And I didn't break down like you think I would have. I actually felt this inner strength and determination. And I knew without a doubt that this was it.

It was time for my decision.

Don't ask me how I knew, because I couldn't tell you even if I tried. It was like a voice inside my head and instructions imprinted into my bones. I knew what I had to do.

Now it was time to just do it.

No longer was I the scared, broken little girl that I once was. I no longer had a father or any other relationships. No, I was a goddess now. A goddess who had been shaped into a hero with each wrong doing in her life. And she wasn't scared of losing people or even dying for that matter.

She was ready to fight.

And fight she will.

Fire ignited within me and my wings flew from my back. A sinister smirk made its way onto my face. This is what I had been waiting for.

My feet started moving, and I was flying down the hallway before the door even got to close.

***LUCAS POV***

My eyes literally bugged out of my head.

No way on this damn place was this happening. I had to be going insane. Now I know how Sapphire felt at the beginning of all this. My eyes clenched closed as I thought of her pain. And I almost could see her standing right in front of me.

My mind started to question whether or not they had slipped some drugs into my system or not. Or if I had just flown off my rocker.

"Krylan?"

His eyes softened, obviously expecting rejection from me. A small smile lit his sweaty, bloody face. With my senses, I picked up that he was back to normal. His aura was no longer white. It was golden again with that familiar black tint rimming it.

I didn't notice the water dropping from my eyes, or me smiling until I felt the salty tear drop into my mouth. Immediately I shot up and tried breaking down the cell.

If this damn cuffs weren't on me I would've blasted this thing right off its hinges to get to my brother. My actual brother, not some comatose version of him.

The Kalers growled at me when I shook the cage. "Let me out," I snarled. A sinister grin split their ugly faces. God, I was going to kill them all, mark my words. Without another word they pushed Krylan into the cell beside me.

A grunt followed by deep breathes were heard, then silence. My hands clenched around the cell bars and I shook it fiercely. "So help me God if you hurt my brother I will kill you!" With one more snort, gurgle, dumpster snorkel whatever you want to call it, they left.

The green light from their necks mirrored onto the wall until I could no longer see it anymore. I sunk back down onto the floor and lay my head back against the dirty brick wall.

You'd think that as nice as this place is that these cells would atleast be somewhat clean. Seriously you could grow a fungus jungle in here.

"I messed up."

My endless mind babble stopped at those words and my heart broke a little out how defeated he sounded. My brother had always been preppy and happy. Now he was just a shell of who he used to be and I can't say that it didn't hurt me.

"Yeah," I spoke softly, "Yeah you did."

I heard him snort from beside me and a soft tap. That told me that my brother was in the same position as I was. Back propped against the wall, head leaned back on it. I smile at similarity.

"Way to be blunt about it, brother," he said, his French accent blurring his words together.

A quiet laugh escaped my throat, "I'm not going to say you didn't fuck up, because you did. What you did was bad. Why did you do it?"

I could practically see him shaking his head as I asked him this. He did have a reason, but it probably wasn't valid. Krylan sighed deeply.

"I thought I could help. And not just by being her friend. I thought I could actually make things end different this time. But I was so wrong, Luc. Instead I made her hate me.  And it hurts but I deserve it. It doesn't matter, we're all going to die in about an hour anyways," he told me.

My blood ran cold at his last sentence. I knew he was crying. Soft sobs echoed around and enclosed us both in regret. "Krylan," I said more sternly this time, "What did you do?"

Louder cries this time and mumbled words were heard and I clenched my eyes closed, waiting for the worst. Finally he gained enough breath to choke out four words.

"I killed us all."