Fire Sky

Chapter 4 - The Reality

Chapter 4 - The Reality

As the heavy sound of footsteps came closer to her, she felt no more fear. She'd been here for so long that time had blurred and after everything that had happened, there was nothing more that they could do that would break her.

How long had she been there?

Before, she had been able to count the passing days by how many people had come into the clinic as the planet she had worked on was mostly nocturnal.

It had been perfect to her: The moon had been a peaceful sight to her heart and she had traded with the neighbouring planets in the Sector so she didn't completely become nocturnal like her patients.

Now the only thing that gave her some sort of time frame of the months that passed by were those footsteps that came every time they wanted the answer.

But she would rather die than give it to them.

A door swooshed open and she felt the cold rush and nip at the open and jagged wounds that didn't seem to want to close up. They never had enough time to.

A large rough had brushed across her cheek, just skimming the edge if a cut that went from below her eye, across her cheek and down to her chin. The dried blood that held her eyes shut and scratched at almost all of her skin was dry and prevented her from looking into the face she knew undoubtedly.

He wasn't someone you would generally look at twice. His features were plain: regular brown hair cut short, regular height and a regular build. You wouldn't even spot him in a crowd if you weren't looking for him specifically.

But his eyes gave him away. They were icy blue and just as evil as his heart and his actions. She'd seen him only once since she'd been taken. Every other time after that, she just couldn't bare to look at the evil in his eyes. It told her that he enjoyed slicing through her skin with the knives and tools. 

After the first cur across her cheek, she didn't look anymore. Of course, he had punished her fore it, but she still refused.

"Ah, little healer. Won't you look at me?" his twisted deep voice tried tempting her as his fingertips ran across the scar the reached down her neck and to her shoulders. 

The pain that radiated through her weary bones was too much for her to take, but she would not speak. She would not scream. She would not let him get what he wanted from her.

He pushed his thumb into one of the slices just behind her collar bone. She almost let go of her rigid control but the cold chains across her body held her tightly against the wall, making sure she would get free.

She could feel him getting closer to her, his breath whispering across her neck as he spoke in her ear, "When will you learn? I will get what I want; there's no use in this."

She moved her head, attempting to hit him, but her was gone as quick as he had come and all she could hear for her efforts was the sound of his sinister chuckle, "Such spirit! What a shame that I will have to break it..."

She could hear his feet moving away and a small buzzing sound. But the dread inside her rose and stopped anymore noise.

The cuffs that held her permanently on her feet and upwards so that the blood would run down her body and make it uncomfortable for her, suddenly released her and she fell to the ground, jarring her already crushed ribs.

Two pairs of arms picked her off the ground and all she could feel when they finally let go because the dread turned leaden at the feel of cold steel at her back. Thin metal bands just as col wrapped around her wrists, ankles and her forehead.

She took a shuddering breath, knowing that the stink of fear was flowing through her veins and weakening her systems.

"Are you sure you won't reconsider?" his voice said from somewhere above her.

When she didn't answer, the cold steel touched her stomach and her heart beat was the only thing she heard.

A/N: This is a treat to say sorry that I put in a filler before this chapter. Enjoy! Comment! Vote!