Flight

Prologue

Two long, deep cuts stretch across my back, making me cry out in pain. I grit my teeth, waiting patiently for the pain to subside long enough for me not to scream. I silently scolded myself, promising myself once again that I wouldn't move, scared that I would lose more blood than I should. I lay still against the wall, making no sound. The entire cell was quiet, aside from the occasional soft jingling of my shackles. My breathing slowly became more shallow, my eyesight slightly becoming dimmer. I was losing consciousness; I knew I only had a couple of minutes until I passed out.

"Dammit," I muttered, silently cursing my damn physiology. If only I weren't how I was, I would have been dead hours ago. Sweetly, painlessly, dead. My laboured breathings were getting worse and the pain wasn't doing anything to help me stay conscious. There was only so much that my body could register, advanced physiology be damned.

I didn't know how long I've been waiting in this damp, dark cell. I could've been in here for hours, days or weeks. My internal clock tells me it's nighttime and that I have about 5 minutes until I pass out. The cell I was in was way too small for my liking and my claustrophobia was slowly re-arising, making me lose my focus about the time.

'Lord, if you still cared about me, end me right now' I thought helplessly, squeezing my eyes shut as the pain in my back sparked up once again.

The sound of the doorknob turning made my eyes snap open. I gasped silently. He couldn't be here so soon.

"Ah, is my little angel awake?" A voice greeted, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

My breathing stopped and my eyes widened. He was back.

The sole door in my room opened and revealed a black figure, masked in the shadows. My heartbeat quickened and I knew I was close to a heart attack. Adrenaline pumped in my veins as I stared at his face. The color left in my face drained as I took in his grosteque appearance.

The man chuckled. "Sorry for my ahh... state. Your little friend fought very hard and it seems my appearance has been affected. Although, it doesn't really matter now does it? You're all mine now, and no one will come to rescue you."

I swallowed, hard. This couldn't be happening. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed as hard as I could. Arrow couldn't be dead, he just couldn't--

"Ah, praying again I see? Well, that won't work would it? You haven't got a cross on you. My boys made sure of it." He said, tutting a little as he walked closer to me. I kept my eyes shut and listened as his heavy footsteps came closer. "Clever little girl. Hiding your bloodline from me? Too bad you had to reveal it in order to save your little friend. A bracelet? Genius!" He said, clapping slowly, condenscendingly.

He siddled closer to me, placing his hot mouth near my ear. "Too bad I'm smarter."

Now it was my turn to laugh. If I was going to die, might as well act as if I still had a plan up my sleeve. "Oh, is that right? Too bad you haven't thought to check--" I started to cough, making my coughing look as dramatic as possible. I even managed to cough some blood on his face. The golden liquid droplets slithered down his face as he snarled.

He laughed. "What are you talking about little girl? You have lost! There is no other plan! I can see through your lies. You are out of ideas, out of plans because for the first time in your entire pathetic existence, you have failed to win in this war! You have failed! You will never see the light of the day ever again and so shall the rest of humanity because you have lost in the hands of the greatest--"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence because the world suddenly became bright.

I was born.

I was lost.

I was risen.

Now I am free.