Cuttlefish

Aida's Cry

Chapter 2.

Pain.

Something you feel.
As if it is a mandatory thing.
Not for me. No. I refuse to feel pain. I refuse to give into the trembles that haunt me; threatening to break through my barriers. These barriers were put up for a reason, meant to hold the most sorrowful things in.
So I lay here.
Lost to my thoughts and trapped in my self. These chains that hold me, rust mixed with blood, tug against my bones as if begging me to stay alive. The physical pain is nothing compared to the betrayle locked up inside my heart, but it's enough to keep me from slipping from conciousness. 
How badly i wish to give in. To sleep for eternity, away from this broken world. 
No stress.
No need for pain.
Pain that would no longer eist.

     The wings beat, pounding like a phantom's heartbeat. So smooth, so intensly smooth. Closer and closer they get, yet so distant my shudders feel like an eternity. As always, seeing nothing on his back still makes me second guess my senses. 
     Never showing his face, yet never having to, I already know who he is. He sighs, then chuckles.

"Aida..." a pause with a lying regret. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

     I glance through my unkept hair, not making eye contact but still feeling his eyes bore into me like a raging bull.

"You're a monster.." I manage to spit out, delighted at the strength my voice carried out.

"No Aida...." he pauses again, menisingly. "You are."
Another chuckle.

"You are DEAD!!" I shrieked, not wanting to believe that my only brother, dead brother at that, has the power of such evil.

"No, dear sister. You see..As you all presumed I was dead, I simply left. Let you believe that i had withered away. The reasoning infact, you both left me to DIE. So answer simply for me...does the phrase 'A captain goes down with his ship,' state that no rescue should be prepared?"

"You're wrong Avory. I begged Papa. I forged my own raft and got a half mile out before Papa sent men for me." I searched his face for any change in expression. None came.
"Papa said you were gone..." A slight weep slipped through my tight lips, "forever..."

"Well he was wrong." He boomed.

     And with that he was gone, like a shadow when it hits the night.

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Silence.

Pitch black nothingness.

This was the beginning of Aida's undoing. 
Her strength was weakening..
Her thoughts were taking control of the situation's reality;
Twisting things she thought she knew into monsterous maybes and what-ifs.
What is truth. 

     As Aida lay shackled to the wall, slipping further and further from conciousness, the world around her began to shrink. Her cell became no bigger than Harry Potter's closet. The bars that once seperated her brother and herself now turned into a wall. The bared windows no longer exist. 
     When Aida opened her eyes, it was as if she hadn't opened them at all. 
                                               ~Murder.
                                                  ~Hate.
                                                    ~Blame.
                                                        ~Emptiness.
     The words bounced around her skull, making her temples pulse loud in her ears. 
Aida wasn't as fortunate as Mathew. She had no clue this was all part of an Elder's quest.The Elder's Quests were given to the eldest son of the family, but since her brother had died at sea....well, there she was. A battle between reality and torture. 

     She was trapped between broken truth.