Tale of Chaos 2: This War of Ours

Chapter 25: Escapists

Maia's POV

Chaot did not come back yet, and it scared me to no end.

Tension hung in the air, like some poisonous gas waiting to be released, perhaps chlorine.

The longer Chaot was gone, the longer I felt like I was losing my sanity.

I almost wanted to stay dead, but something deep inside of me told me otherwise.

My whole body still stung from when Chaot electrocuted and burned me, to the point my blouse almost got singed.

It might have literally scarred me for life, the lethal burns all over my body.

I wondered if anyone else had been burned at all.

Great...

I'm still tied to this frame, I still have burns, and I don't even know when Chaot will come back. When she does, she'll definitely finish the job. There's nothing I can do.

Absolutely nothing...

I sighed. I was talking to myself again.

No one could hear me, thankfully. If Chaot was here, she'd laugh.

My attention shifted to myself again.

I needed to escape... but how?

If only I had some power...

Wings.

How did I forget about my wings? My wings could be retracted and grown back out at will. Maybe I could try growing them back out...

I pushed the wings out of my back. It stung for a moment as they broke through the leathery skin covering my burns. The wings spread wide before finally being released from my back. I laughed mirthfully and painfully.

I had my wings!

I lifted my left wing and snapped it across the metal that bound my left wrist to the frame. Surprisingly, my wing sliced straight through the metal, cutting it off and letting it hang from the frame.

My wings can do that...? Perhaps I can free myself and my friends with my wings!

I pulled my right wing back and snapped across the metal on my right wrist, slicing that one in half as well.

If my wings could make mountains cave in and cut through steel, what else could they do?...

When I cut the steel on my ankles, I could stand up... But they burned every time I tried moving.

To be fair, I had been chained to a frame for who knows how long, shackled in hot steel, no less.

If I couldn't use my legs, how would I be able to break out?

I slightly waved my wings, and I smirked.

Of course I'll fly.

Spreading my wings further than usual, I pounded downward. My feet released from the ground, and it was a really nice sensation.

I wasn't used to my ability to fly yet, as my memory was getting rusty.

I slowly flew my way to the large metal door, ready to strike it down.

I sliced downward with my left wing. The door screeched as the wing cut through.

What was left was a long laceration right through the door.

I laughed as I raised my other wing and slashed it across the other cut I had made, making a large "X".

Adrenaline flowed through me, as I was absolutely ready to free us.