Alternate Universe
Earth has long since been demolished and new planets have become home, each not knowing the other planet exists. But when Ambria is mysteriously teleported into Diatora, Everly's home planet, questions get asked. And the weirdest...
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It was the most stressful night of my life. This would indefinitely determine my future. Was I going to live to see the next day? Who knew?
It had been a few hours since my panic attack and I was silently waiting in my cell, left to think about all the moments that lead up to this and everything after.
When Cayden kissed me those few hours ago, it was the most unexpected thing that had ever happened to me. But it was the best thing that happened to me as well. It had felt somehow...right. The way his lips had touched mine had sparked something inside me. Something I hadn't realized until now had been steadily growing inside me. I knew there was a clear connection growing between us, but I didn't think Cayden felt the same way I did. I was not known for being beautiful or attractive.
But Cayden made me feel just that – beautiful. It was a feeling I knew I could get used to. If I ever made it out of this prison.
Cayden seemed sure that his almighty plan would work. Whenever he brought it up though, he never showed me any of the details. I had almost no clue what I was going to do. But I trusted Cayden, so I knew he had everything sorted out. I wasn't really sure why I trusted him so easily. I really hoped I wasn't letting my feelings tug me around whichever way they wanted.
He was a Protector after all. He obviously knew the ins and outs of the prison. Not to mention the fact that he knew all the tactics the guards would be using. He was basically one of them. If anyone knew how to escape a prison, it would be a Protector. Which was why I trusted Cayden.
He also seemed as if he wanted to leave the prison as well. No one wanted to stay in a terrible place like this one. People suffered here all the time, at the hands of those willing and those forced to harm and torture others.
I try not to think about any of the other prisoners I had seen when I was walked through the halls. Many of them were in terrible condition, it was a wonder they were still alive. I honestly can't believe my father has so much power yet he does nothing to stop the hurting that goes on in here. Instead he provokes it and encourages. He is surely not the man I called daddy. If he was he hid it well for many years.
Hours pass in the blink of an eye. They bring me my food, which I force myself to eat. I know I'll need all the energy I can possibly get. I wish there was more I could do to prepare myself but I have nothing. All I can do is sit here and wait and that going to slowly kill me. There is nothing I hate more then sitting around and waiting for someone else to do all the hard work.
It starts to get dark outside and I start to get more and more anxious as the minutes pass. When is Cayden going to show up? He should be here, he said we would get out of here on the third day and in only a few hours it would be 12:00, the end of the day. Just as I start getting impatient I hear voices just outside my cell.
As I listen I quickly recognize one of the voices as Cayden's. It must be time now. I hear footsteps retreating and wonder if I was mistaken. Maybe it wasn't Cayden, or maybe it's just not time yet. Im proven correctly when the door open a few minutes later and Cayden's stoic face appears.
"Wipe that smile off your face. You look suspicious." Cayden approaches me slowly and grabs me by my arm, a little more roughly then need be. Maybe I was wrong in trusting him. I should have tried escaping alone without anyones help. Cayden leans in close and softly whispers in my ear. "Act like you don't like me, act as though I'm leading you to your death."
I don't say anything in reply to him, but listen to him as he leads me down the long dark corridors of the prison. I try to look like I'm resisting and pull away from him slightly. I try to take deep breaths to keep myself calm while we pass guards that stand on opposite sides of the hallways.
Finally we reach a set of stair and start the semi-long walk up. For a while we don't see anyone else but as soon as we come to ground floor we are surrounded by soldiers.
"Where are you taking the prisoner?" Ask one of the guards. He has dark brown shaggy hair and stands a bit taller then Cayden. I could feel Cayden tense beside me. Making me even more nervous. Do we even have a chance at getting away?
"The commander asked to see her." The protector who asked the question in the first place nods his head and starts walking down the hallway. He seems to be in charge as everyone follows him. When he realizes that we aren't following him he turns around and waits for us. Cayden tugs me forward.
"I will escort you to the commander myself." How are we going to get out of here now?
We continue down the hallway surrounded by protectors. Cayden leans in close to me and whisper so softly that I almost miss what he says next. "When I squeeze your arm duck down. Alright?" I nod my head slightly, but enough for him to see. We continue down the hallway and I start to doubt I heard Cayden correctly.
A moment later I feel him squeezing my arm and duck down. I watch from a crouched position as Cayden grabs the sword at his side and swings at one of the protector standing to my left. The man drops to the ground and I try to ignore the blood that soaks the front of his shirt. I crawl towards him and pull the sword that he wasn't fast enough to retract from the belt at his side.
After I grab the sword I stand back up and inspect the scene around me. Three of the six protectors are on the ground, either brutally hurt or already dead. Cayden is surrounded by the three last soldiers. I watch as one comes up behind him and is about to swing the killing strike. Before anything can happen though, the sword in my hands is piercing the protectors chest, killing him instantly.
I watch as the man falls on the ground and I can't move. Blood dribs down the sword onto the ground joining the rest of the blood that had already been spilled. I drop the sword and cover my mouth with my hands trying to contain the scream that threatens to escape from my mouth.
Someone grabs me by the arm and pulls me down the hallway. I catch a glimpse of Cayden and zone out as we continue towards the exit.
I just killed someone.
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Happy new year everyone!
First update of the year. Finally some real action.
