The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Fifteen: Shadows Die

A/N: Sorry for this late chapter it is very long and I kept getting distracted. Anyways please comment for more and vote if you like it. Makes me very happy to know you guys enjoy it.

Jade's P.O.V

It has been at least a month since the F.E.A.R priests took me. They have beaten, cut, and carved me into a new beast that no one can recognize. When the monsters either beat or slice me, they hold up a picture of Ezekiel. It forces me to associate the pain with a face, making all pent up aggression go towards him. Even though, I know it's not his fault, it's my fault for getting trapped here.

Fear is the strongest emotion in humans, so when the evil monks inflicted Zek's face got linked with it. Out of my survival instincts, I have become aggressive towards the once friendly face that goes with the suffering. Inside I understand it's not him doing this, but I can't help my desire to attack it. My body now hangs from a heavy meat hook, iron claps linked tightly together with a strong chain. The edges of the metal restraints are digging into the tender skin around them.

Clanking sounds come from the hallway, my weight pulls down, onto the grips making them grind in deeper. They have stripped me of identity, pulled the good out and stuffed something dark in. I don't know who I am anymore no one is coming to save me. The priests invade the cell, the aching of my joints keeping all thoughts far away. They walk over to the hanging body of mine, poking at me with sharp points on their staffs.

Lightly wincing from the pain, I feel a lump creep up my throat. All the emotions are overflowing within, unable to release driving me mad. The black monsters inspect my withered form, touching all the scars across the flesh, that they made. I arch my back trying to get away from the slimy contact, the tips of the boots grazing the dirty floor. Thrashing weakly, I start to sob desperately please, make this hell stop.

Knowing I can't ever kneel to F.E.A.R's will is making me cry harder inside. My dead frame quakes like a leaf, weighing twenty-five pounds less than before. I count the ribs that stick out sometimes out of pure boredom. The black beings look up to my strained with tears face, the white skull masks covering all emotion. A metal language is traded between them, one leaves, lowering the hook down by chain from outside the cage.

The malnourished body of mine collapses to the cold floor, unable to move. The remaining beast kneels down picking my pretty much dead body up, carrying me outside the prison and down the hall. I try to squirm out of their arms, being so weak to lift my head that drapes over its arm. Where these things taking me, I won't last much longer without food or water.

The journey of silence sets off warnings in my brain, one last effort. I fling the limp body of mine out of the black creatures arms. Landing on the hard concrete, a loud snap from a broken bone occurs. In hindsight, I shouldn't have done that. The priest reacts, quickly picking my frame back up off the ground carefully. Reaching the destination I'm placed onto a metal table, the cold surface shocking me.

The clothes I once wore got changed into a leather bra and underwear. The captures kept the heeled boots on me for reasons unknown. They call in the wildling doctor telling him to patch me up. Exiting the twenty or so year old man looks at my sickly frame. Checking my vitals such as sight and sound, the doctor washes the exposed skin. He wipes my tender flesh, not moving the leather undergarments.