Mythara

Chapter 25

Soreness was all he could feel, along with an empty hollowness where his heart should have been. Brogan stared at the ceiling, reduced to an utter mess. Though he was chained to the bed, he didn't mind. He didn't mind the fact that the man was threatening to kill him. He didn't mind the fact that Tanwyn and Dyrmian were still captured. He didn't mind that he had been inches away from death when the man shot him as he soon as he reacted to Ione's death. Life meant nothing to him.

He hadn't realize the colossal amounts of feelings he had felt for Ione. Every part of her face was etched into his brain: her glossy hair, her stunning eyes, her high cheekbones. 

The horrid scene kept playing over and over again in Brogan's brain, haunting him.

No-! 

Bang!

Silence.

Then a rasped, "How could you?"

The man didn't answer. 

"Agh!" Brogan yelled in fury. No one could stop him as he tore himself out of the chair and launched himself at the man. Gunshots were fired at him, each one hitting its mark between his shoulders. But that didn't stop him. It would take more than a couple of gunshots to kill off an enraged Mythara. 

"You bastard!" Brogan roared, clamping his hands around the man's neck. 

But the man didn't struggle to breathe, even though Brogan was squeezing as hard as he could. Then his body was thrown backwards by a powerful force which caused all darkness to cave in. 

When he had woken up, chained to the bed, with tubes connected to his body, pumping strange liquids in and out of him, including his blood, was when the tears came. Salty wetness dripped from his face and splattered against the metal frame of the restraints. All he could think about was nothing. He just wanted to curl up into a ball somewhere dark and sob his life away.

Brogan! 

Ignoring the tactophren, Brogan continued to stare at the musty ceiling. 

Brogan! It's me, Tanwyn! 

Brogan felt a twinge of annoyance.

Brogan? Are you okay? Answer me! 

Shutting his eyes, Brogan attempted to block all contact to his mind.

I swear, Brogan, that I will kill you when I see you if you are dead! 

You can't trick me, leave me alone, Brogan hissed angrily. 

Brogan? But it's Tanwyn! I've been worried about you! What happened? What's going on?

Anger flooded through him.

You will never find your answers through me, man, I will never give in! Brogan sent the harsh thought through his tactophren connection.

Brogan! It really is me, Tanwyn! Brogan, please! Please! I'm sorry for getting captured, okay? Stop ignoring me! We have to get out of here! Dyrmian is barely alive, he says Ione was in great danger and managed to ask for help before the man blocked their tactophrens. Brogan, please! Answer me!

Silence. 

Brogan? What happened? I know you're there!

But Brogan was too furious at the man to think there was any way Tanwyn could be contacting him. Devastation, fire, and caution was all that coursed through his veins. He would fight the man to the death one day, he knew it-and he would win.