We're all ugly when we cry

Chapter 13: Katára the dagger

By now Ben had snapped out of his dazed state and began struggling against the guards hold. "No, no... NO DON'T TOUCH HER!" his screams becoming more pained with every step Cal took towards me.

My throat seemed to tighten as I gazed at the blade glinted in the moonlight. It really was a beautiful dagger. The hilt a glossy black decorated with a strange pattern of green jewels that looked slightly like a snake had wrapped itself around it. Then there was the blade itself. Half of it was a dark grey, a metal I didn't seem to recognise, the other side a plain silver. I was so entranced by its beauty that I didn't move away when Cal stood before me

"Beautiful, isn't she?" He smirked twirling the masterpiece between his fingers.

The dagger was a she?

"She was hand made just for my mother, the same dagger she planted between my fathers ribs when I was seven."

A chocked noise escaped past my lips. I had never asked about Cals past. From the time I spent with him all I had managed to gather was that his mother was locked up somewhere... I guess this was why...

"My mother named her Katára. It's Greek for curse. I never really understood why... but I'm happy to honour her by keeping the name. It's incredible, don't you agree?" His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, his neck tilted at an angle that looked anything but natural.

"I think your sick." Ben spat from where he was positioned behind Cal. In the daze he had creating from speaking up he pulled free from the guards grasp, wincing as a bunch of his hair left his scalp from how tight their grip had been. Using his newfound freedom he lunged for the dagger not thinking about what he was doing.

Still too weak from having my windpipe compressed I couldn't get up however, that didn't stop me from screaming when Cal moved swiftly and easily allowed the blade he was holding to enter Bens' thigh.

Grasping a hold of his leg Ben fell to the floor, attempting to hold back the tears as the Crimson colour began to stain the moss beneath him.

Cal just smirked, watching as the substance began to coat the two sided dagger. "Oh Ben, I didn't plan on hurting you as well, don't get in my way." His voice was quiet yet held a tone that was icy and sharp not to be messed with. He quickly lost interest in turning to face back towards me. I could see the way his eyes flicked with a new found emotion. He was enjoying this. That sick bastard. His smile wasn't holding any kindness, it was just... twisted. Thoughts of whether he was completely sane or not darted through my head.

He crouched down to face me, eyes locked upon my own as he ran the blade up my leg, applying just enough pressure to cut the skin but not enough to cause too much damage. My body tensed at the new stinging sensation, it was as if I had one dragged out paper cut all along my thigh.

"All you had to do was follow orders, I have to hurt you now." As he looked down to admire his handy work, I slapped him across the check with all my strength. Using this time I had gathered to my advantage, I tried to crawl away, but before I even got near my target (Ben) the guards were already pulling me back to that bloody tree. The air around us seemed to thicker as I glanced at Cal who now had a red mark prominent across the left side of his face.

"I hope you like the taste of blood." he spat before again, only gently pressing the knife, this time just above my belly button making a small incision. Once he was happy with the shape, he then ran the knife over the mark, again and again. Each time applying more pressure. Every time I attempted to scream, no noise came out just pained gasps. It was was indescribable, like my whole body was on fire, the spark being the main cut Cal had made. I tried to look down, but the moment I saw my skin being parted I had to look away feeling sick to the bone.

I mange to scream this time, a dragged, high pitched wail. It didn't sound like me, it was more a defenseless animal. Ben was on the floor, the guards hadn't touched him since his leg had been cut. He was just sat with his head in his hands trying to pry his ears off. Eyes holding a pained expression alike to a mad man.

As Katára hit my skin again, another shriek left my lips...

Make it stop...

Please...