A/N i am going to my uncles house for christmas is north Carolina. I dont know when this chapter will be up but.... yeah. so here's Chapter 8~
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Recap~
"Justin. I make no promises" Rebecca says softly and walks out the door closing it quietly behind her.
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Chapter 8: Uncovered
Cryan's POV~
Rebecca crosses the room and sits in the metal chair. She continues to stare at me with her deep hazel eyes. Wait, did she just call me Cryan? How does she even know my name, I just started to remembered it.
" Rebecca. How do you know my name?" I ask her my voice comes out cold. She continues to stare me down.
" I have my ways Cryan" She speaks in a quiet tone as if she were telling a secret that she didn't want anybody to hear. Rebecca glances up at the corner that holds the lonely torch and she quickly looks back and continues to stare at me. I look up at the corner but dont see anything out of the ordanary, just a stone wall holding a torch. I think Rebecca might be slightly out of it.
" Cryan. I was in that prison as well. I was locked away. I was number 2." Rebecca says softly. Wait, Rebecca was in that dump? How'd she escape? The only reason Justin and I escaped was because of her.
" Cryan I escaped from the prison. I was the second prisoner there. Number 1 and 3 tried to escape with me, I remember the whole day like it was yesterday." Rebecca starts speaking softly whilst looking at the ground infront of her.
"Number 1 was the very first prisoner there and was in the cell next to mine. Rivel, that was her name. Rivel was a few years older than me. She was my mentor, she taught me everything with just her voice. We could never see eachother because of the cell walls but we could hear eachother." Rebecca continues " The first time we saw eachother was when we escaped together. Rivel had beautiful long dark brown hair and dark skin. She was gorgous without trying to be. She was tall and thin and she used that to her advantage. " Rebecca pauses and looks at me with her deep hazel eyes. Her expression was filled with pain. Rebecca looked back down to stare at the ground yet again.
" Number 3 on the other hand was different. His name is Christopher. Christopher was kept in the cell accross from mine so I saw him every day. But our cells were defferent than yours are now. We had big metal bars in the front instead of a wall so we could see the cells accross from ours. Christopher talked to Rivel and I every day, or just me when Rivel was sleeping. Christopher was only a year older than me Rivel was 3." Rebecca pauses again.
" Christopher was different than Rivel though. He was more caring and sweet. Rivel revolved around tough love. Christopher was also taller than me. He had deep dark brown hair that fell above his eyebrow and light green eyes. He had pale skin from being locked up in this prison for so long. Christopher came to the prison a few days after me. But the memory shots weren't as advanced as they are now so we still knew our names but nothing else unless we drank our stolen memories." Rebecca looks back up at me and scans my face then continues again.
" We all escaped together one night when the wardens all decided to become lazy. We found our memories and then we found our way to the exit. But the exit was blocked by dozens of gaurds. We all were fighting for our lives knowing that if we were caught they would kill us. But we were out numbered greatly." Rebecca's voice cracks slightly.
" Rivel ended up sacrificing her life to save Christopher and me. She was taken by the gaurds while Christopher and I escaped. We ran far away and became rogues together, helping people out of that place. That's why your here today Cryan. But your different also, you and Justin both. Your both like Christopher. Your all special" Rebecca said looking up at me with her deep hazel eyes. How am I special? I don't beleive there's anything wrong with me. This women's crazy.
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A/N sorry about the major delay... i had family problems that i had to deal with. And that im moving in a week so i have to pack and its just really hard to update so im sorry... :) still friends?
(sorry about the weak ending)
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Forgotten
ActionI am the last. I am different. I am feared. I am alone. I am Cryan. In a world where everything has been lost and forgotten. Heros left for dead without a second glance. Locked away. Left behind. ( Cheezy I know :3 I'm sorry :) |really slow up...