Exulansis #JustWriteIt #EarthLove

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"This is something to see. Mother and daughter working together to avenge the separation this cruel man has caused them!" Travark vibrated with laughter, clutching his chest in pure fun and enjoyment.

My eyes narrowed and I growled at whoever was holding me, to let me go. My growl deepened when their grip tightened. I swung my arm back and slapped the person hard against there hand willing them to let me go.

Just as they submitted to my protest, a gunshot fired and I dropped to the ground, my hands automatically covering my ears. Then I heard shots ringing around me and swords crashing and banging.

***
Anisa has been in the healer's deck for almost three days now. My leg was swollen from a gunshot wound but I wasn't comfortable knowing I had promised her to get her out safe. I have been selfish. Guarding myself against this Beast that I once called my friend, and forgetting all about her.

I had been mainly focused on keeping my guard up because the Travark I know will go to any means necessary to get me to succumb. And I was right. He messed with the forgotten parts of my memory. The things I wanted to know, and those that have pushed so far back that I have forgotten them. The memories of his probing had clouded my mind, making me completely blind to his deceit.

After I discovered that Anissa was hurt, Angelica ordered one of the men, who I don't remember his name, to transport us to their underground healer's deck. I learnt yesterday that they had successfully captured Travark and two other Commanders of the army, leaving the opposing side with no choice but to surrender and retreat in defeat.

I think they're down in some underground basement trying to get some info from the prisoners. But knowing my fellow men, I knew that there was no way that they would be spilling the business of their community. I told Travis and Angelica that it was a waste of time to even try, but they just said "Nothing tried, nothing done."

So I guess that explains why I've been sitting in city names the same chair and staring into Oblivion for the past three days.

"Alaina?" Someone called hesitantly as footsteps approached me.

"Have you come with good news?" I asked. The person stayed quiet. "Then don't say anything to me," I spat angrily. I dropped to the ground in pain, clutching my chest from all the guilt that was burning inside me.

I wailed, screaming out from pain and guilt and burden. I was tired. For the past few days, I've been running. I've discovered that my life was built on lies. The people closest to me, wanted me dead. How would you react to such a situation? I'm so tired, confused, lonely, devastated and filled with guilt. Everyone I come in contact with or get close to despises me or always get hurt.

***
I looked at Travark, weak and drained of energy with his head slump. We had injected his bloodstream with the juice of a plant that slowed down his healing process, and had dug out his tentacles .

I ran the blade over the metal desk, creating a screeching, deafening sound. Travark was chained up in front of me, his limbs stretching wide apart. I've decided to vent out my anger and pain on the one who caused it all. There was no better way to soothe my emotions dance to see the one who caused me to suffer, suffer even more.

I twisted the blade in my hand, playing with its tip. I smiled a bent thin smile and watched him watching me. I drove the knife into his side and he let out a heart wrenching scream. Who could tell he was such a softy?!!

I spent a week torturing him. From slitting his limps and stabbing him in them to electrocuting his tongue with a motor vehicle charger to stamping him with hot iron and to cutting off his blessed gift to reproduce. I was doing the unthinkable to him. There was nothing in my mind nor in all the books in the universe that I didn't do but he still didn't succumb. I didn't mind though because I could always keep the processing. and for me if there wasn't a problem. I was enjoying this after all.

The sounds of the screams he had let out, were music to my ears. The blood that trailed down his body were like a famous art piece hung up for exhibition. I would have captured his tears in a bowl if I had known they'd be so eye catching. They should have had a device to capture this moment. It was priceless.