Legend

Chapter 10- In the Dead of Night

Yay, chapter 10!!! I'm so excited to write this one and I don't even know why. This chapter is kind of short and not a heck of a lot happens but it's really important for the coming chapters to make sense!! I wanted to thank you all ssssooooooo much for helping me get to 1 000 reads! I love you all sssooooo much!

Anyways I know it's been an EXTREMELY long time since I've updated and I apologize profusely but unfortunately I can't guarantee things are going to be any more regular for a little while. I've got a lot going on and I need to keep my focus on the real world right now. Sorry guys and thanks for sticking with me!!!

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Felicity's Point of view

Dead. That was the single word that kept running through my mind. Dead, dead, dead. How could she be dead? What about her mother and her family? What about me? Did it hurt? Was he going to do that to me? Maybe it would be best if he did.

Blood poured from the two wounds in her face, their marks tearing through what used to be a stunningly beautiful image. I could feel the tears streaming down my tortured face, and if it weren't for the agony shooting through my chest I'd question if this was really happening. I wished it wasn't. In that moment it didn't matter  what she had said to me, how she'd lied to me, how she'd let Matt do all of those things to me because she wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know, it only mattered that she was dead, and that she didn't deserve that, nobody did. 

Everything seemed so surreal and I didn't even realize I was falling until Austin caught me, holding me tight to his body so I wouldn't go crashing to the wet, crimson floor.

"How could you do that to Sarah?" Austin asked, risking a glance into Matt's hateful eyes.

"That's not Sarah," Matt responded, a terrifyingly calm look settling over his features.

"What do you mean? Yes it is," I said, confusion passing over Austin's features in unison with mine.

"No it's not. That's Clare," He said angrily, pressing his blood covered shoe to the side of her cheek, leaving a footprint on her face and her memory.

"What?" Austin questioned, "you said when we caught her we were going to recruit her, not kill her. What happened to, “get even, not dumb”? You told us that every time we asked about her!" Anger shot across both faces, and suddenly Matt lunged forward, grabbing Austin by the shoulder. I slipped from his arms onto the soaking floor. The smell and feel of Sarah's blood took over my senses, and it took everything I could to not run screaming from the room. Instead, I turned my attention to the two men who were now shrieking at each other.

"How could you be so disrespectful?" Matt hollered, the vein in his neck threatening to explode at any second.

"You mean like you've done to Cassy and I for the past fifteen years?" Austin shouted with just as much intensity as his guardian.  

"I raised you!"

"Yeah, and look how well that turned out!" He pointed around him, lifting his boot and emphasizing when blood began to run down its tread covered surface. With that, he jumped forward, using his momentum to dig his knee sharply into his uncle’s stomach.

Swiftly, Matt recovered from the hit and stood up, sending a flying fist at Austin's face. Austin jumped to the side, but not quickly enough. Matt's balled knuckles made contact with Austin's cheek bone, making me cringe. Austin flew off to his right, and landed on the ground in a puddle of blood.

I began to recover from my shocked state, taking my stiff hand away from my mouth. "Stop!" I belted, and to my surprise, both Matt and Austin swung around to face me. It just so happened, I'd taken the last minute that they'd been yelling at each other to make a decision about how I was going to play out my next few days here. "Would you to stop bickering and focus?!” There is a dead body right there, and not that I care much about the soul that was in it, I don't think you feel like getting caught with what's left of her on the bottom of your shoes!" I pointed to the heel of my black flats, which were now burgundy they were so soaked with blood.

"What?" They gave me almost identical looks of utter confusion. Little did they know the decision I had made was to get along as well as possible for the sake of my survival.

We need to get rid of the body. Duh," I added under my breathe. It almost physically hurt to disrespect the girl that had just given her life for me, but it had to be done.

Matt proceeded to call for Cassy and about three of my other captors to help clean up. The entire time no one made eye contact with me, no one said anything or even brushed against me as they walked past. No one except... Cassandra. Every once in a while she'd lift her head and give me a sympathetic smile or would touch my hand as she walked past me with a mop or bottle of bleach. At one point she even went so far as to wipe a splatter of blood off of my cheek with her thumb. Each of these were small, simple gestures that most other people in the room didn't even notice but to me, she might as well have yelled at the top of her lungs "I didn't mean for this to happen to you!" But I didn't need any of that to figure that out for myself. The scars on her face made it easy to see that this was never her intention. There wasn't even a glint in her eye.  Would that happen to me if I stayed here?

As soon as the entry was clean and I said my silent goodbyes to Sarah I was escorted back to my "room". I was so terrified to go back into the room by myself that I was just about to ask the two men that had literally carried me down the stairs to come with me. Then I thought of the fact that I was supposed to be strong, no more fearful Felicity, just her hard, uncaring new façade.

So I stepped forward into the little room, accepting this as my new home. At the same time I accepted my new life.