Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 38 Talk is Cheap

(Rachel Platten will play Sapphire, sorry it took so long to decide!)

***SAPPHIRES POV***

My blood was fuming. All I could hear was my pounding heart and the wind rushing past my ears. It was time to finish this once and for all. I'm going to win this, or die trying. My wings expanded more and I picked up speed. Flames littered the hallways as I went.

Now all that was standing in my way was a huge wooden door. Bad idea making a lot of things in this place out of wood. If they didn't know, it was a fire hazard. Especially right now.

My foot raised and I slammed it into the door. It busted open, splinters flying everywhere. Bit of pieces caught on fire and created a smoke zone as I marched into the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me with horrified eyes.

This made my flames expanded and my eyes lit up. These were the people who made my life a living hell. But I searched for one solely. When my eyes landed on the white orbs i clenched my jaw. I can't believe he had the audacity to stand their looking like a horrified, innocent idiot.

Before I knew it my feet were carrying myself towards him. Loud banging sounds from both sides of me and I realized two Kalers were running to attack me. Without even glancing at them, I flicked both of my wrists. They flew back in a ball of flame and hit the wall, sliding down unconscious as their bodies burned.

My father look completely horrified. "We need to have a little chat," I spat, grabbing him by his collar. I lifted him up and threw him across the room. He skidded across the floor but then swiftly stood up and eyed me curiously.

"My daughter," he started, "I thought maybe you had found yourself and finally chose to be with your father, in your rightful place." My hands laced in my hair and I pulled, hard. My eyes narrowed as I glared at him. "Oh save it," I screamed,"I can't believe you actually thought I chose you! You made my life Hell! You took everything from me. So don't you dare even say you're my father because I don't have one!"

For a moment, his wickedness dropped. All the sinister looks faded from his face and he looked taken aback. It was like time had stopped and I was looking at who I knew all those years ago. This man looked like those words hurt him.

But like I said, it was only for a moment.

Galeo's face dropped back into a snarl and a low growl escaped his lips. "Stupid girl," he spat back at me, "Do you even know what your fighting for? Who you're fighting for? You're mother lied that you had a sister for all these years. Those boys of yours, well they've done their fair share of lying and killing. I honestly cannot see what I've done wrong besides try to bring my daughter home."

Those words hit me hard, but not as hard as they should've. After all, I wasn't the stupid little girl I used to be. I didn't let emotions override my actions anymore. No, I was a strong, independent goddess now and words could not effect me. Besides, I wasn't doing this for anyone.

"Don't you get it?" I shook my head, walking towards him. "This isn't about any of you! This is about what's right," I spat. Now I was right up in his face. I leaned in, making sure he could hear my next words clearly.

"I'm fighting for freedom."

He grinned sadistically, "Are you willing to die for this freedom?" Baleo now towered over me but I was not at all intimidated. My fist connected with his jaw and he skidded a couple feet back. He smiled up to me as blood dropped from his mouth onto the concrete floor.

"I am. But the real question is, are you ready to die?"

His evil grin widened, "My dear, I'm already dead." With that he ran towards me fists raised. My arms flew up into defensive stance right as he got to me and I swiftly blocked his first punch. Years of training started working its way into my body as we sprawled out on the floor.

Baleo finally got a punch in on my face, but I didn't even feel it. I quickly flipped us over and pinned him down. An unknown magic flowed through me and I held a hand up, pinning him down with the magic. Stars sprinkled my vision but I just kept punching his face with my other hand.

I didn't know how I brought myself to stop, but blood was pooling around his face. His eyes were swolen shut and deep gashes circled his face. My body did not react or feel remorse when looking at his figure. I only smiled because he deserved this. He was the bad guy. My hands gripped his shirt and I raised him to my face.

"You know at one point I wish you would've just killed me that day," I stated. The most unexpected thing happened. He just started dying laughing. A horrible, guttural sound. Blood flew from his mouth and when he smiled at me, all I saw was green. His green blood stained his once white teeth. The fluid that once ran in his tubes was now thining. Baleo couldn't even open his horrible eyes but I knew he was looking when he said,

"My darling, why would I kill you when your boyfriend has already dug your grave?"

I knew I shouldn't have stopped hitting him. I knew I should've just kept going after he said that. But I couldn't. My flame dimmed as that sunk in. My goddess status slipped further out of reach as i crumbled at the words he spoke, because I knew exactly who he was talking about. Krylan. Suddenly, I felt like a broken little girl again.

My father grinned evilly up at me again, "Yes, what you're thinking is true. Krylan made a deal with the devil. Now you're all going to die."

"You're lying, your talk is cheap and fake," I gritted, putting my hands over my ears to try to block out the pounding in my head.

He laughed again and moved his head in what I could only decipher as a shaking gesture, "Why did he lose his soul then?"

I shook my head, "Shut up! You're the one who took it!"

Then again he shook his head, "If I wouldn't have took it, then you, Lucas, and him would have all already died. I saved you all. Krylan my dear, dug the grave. But you're the one who sealed the deal when you gave him his soul back," he laughed.

The words clipped my very last part of sanity. It all shouldn't be making sense but it was. My heart thudded faster and fireworks exploded in my eyelids and I couldn't see anything but fire. The room spun around me and pain clawed at my bones. Surely I had to be losing my mind. So I did the only thing a normal psycho would do.

I screamed.