Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

She pulsed with color, her locks of hair somehow lighter than the thick liquid that had crusted around her neck and chest. Her once burning eyes, now dull and lifeless. She was still dressed in her formal attire, but it was now stained with the dark liquid that once spilled from her wound. A long piece of glass was plunged deep into her throat and somehow the sight reminded me of how Robonna cut into bread at dinner time.

I held my hand over my mouth to keep in the bile that still floated around in my mouth. The sum of liquid that escaped my throat was drifting down her dark skirt at the moment, but it didn’t affect her. She was dead after all.

My body began to shake as I fell to the floor in front of her, tears springing to my eyes suddenly. I couldn’t understand why though. I hadn’t cared much for her. Maybe it was just humane morals?

I wished desperately that Anam would speak to me then, to tell me what in the world I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to leave her there like some animal that we would pick apart later? It seemed so wrong to discard her as so, but it felt wrong to look at her dead form for so long. I couldn’t leave and I couldn’t stay.

Instead of looking to her any longer I lean against the wall with my back side. I placed my head in my hands then and wept over her death. The reason was unclear, but somehow doing so felt right.

After a while I heard footsteps behind me, but didn’t care to listen carefully to see who was entering. I just held myself inside of the small bubble I had formed and ignored the steps. I felt that if I moved it would be wrong…

“I had to. You have to know that I had to kill her for everyone’s sake… Aislinn, please look at me. Don’t make me feel so horrible, I had to!” Nuada said in a desperate plead for mercy.

I slowly lifted my head and looked up to him. I suspected that my cheeks were bright with tears and heat, but didn’t care that he would see me so weak because he would see me strong in the same moment.

“You’re a monster.” I whispered softly, unable to let my anger out just yet. The only plus to this was that Runda wasn’t with us.

“No, I had to. She would have killed me if I hadn’t.”

“You’re a monster, Nuada. I never should have trusted you. This is all wrong, you’re a sick pig like all other men! That’s why they are all locked up, because they are all innocent until men like you take that away from them and all that’s left is a sick beast out to destroy the world!” I screamed through my agitation tears. Nuada merely stared down at me with dismay and guilt.

“You can’t judge them upon my actions. There are good men out there. I am a monster, Aislinn. I’ll agree with you on that, but not all men are as idiotic and stupid as I, just like how all women are not as special as you.” He pointed towards me then and I only glared at him with hatred seeping from my tears and burning my flesh. I had to release all my anger or it would eat me alive.

“You said I was a stupid puppet. You said that I could only do all of this because I have Anam in my head, well guess what, Nuada! He’s gone! He won’t speak to me and I’m glad. I just wish you would do the same so that you wouldn’t sound like such a self-centered hypocrite.” I turned my head away from him and looked back to Kieran. The sight was horrible, but it was better than looking into the eyes of the man that had left her in the state she was in now.

The bile hung in the air roughly, making it quite unbearable for Nuada. He started coughing suddenly and I didn’t dare to look up to him. All I did was listen to him exit in a rush. I didn’t much care for the smell, it had already ruined my senses for now.

When his fleeing footsteps no longer welcomed my ears a new sound arose. I listened as the wall shifted and began to fall back into place. I quickly stumbled to my feet and shakily ran for the path. I never planned to be trapped in here, I just needed my time, but not that much!

“Nuada! No! Stop!” I screamed, listening in peril as the wall slid back into place. The little light that came from the basement disappeared and I was lost in the dark path.

“I can’t let you ruin this for me, sorry.” Nuada said placidly as I froze, gulping down my breaths in absolute fear.

“You can’t do that to me! Nuada!” I screamed, falling to my knees. My voice cracked to show case the feelings I felt. For a single moment I heard his footsteps stop, but then continue without another word.

I looked around and just tried to breath once more. I was now officially trapped and had no clue how to get out. Robonna had done it once, but I hadn’t paid attention, my thoughts had been buzzing so quickly that I couldn’t remember where the trick of hand had taken place.

Now I begged that Anam would speak to me, just for the slightest bit of guidance, but I knew it wasn’t possible. The reason I didn’t know, but I knew it would never happen.

As my breath returned to normal I stood and trudged back. I didn’t know what I could do. I figured it was only a matter of time before Runda noticed my disappearance, but then I realized that he was blind for the millionth time. I didn’t say much to him and Nuada could easily lie and say I was somewhere else until I died from something down in this rotten hole.

Robonna wouldn’t notice either. She would be too busy with the situation at hand to notice much of anything. All of my options were gone and would take too long for me to be alive when they found me.

I could die if I didn’t do something… and quick.

My slow walk ushered into a spontaneous run. I sprinted down the darkness back to the main room. My hands felt the narrow walls as I went, trying to find the switch as a side note. When I was back in the room I went for the walls, reaching for a hidden switch once more. There was nothing there. I went to the side room to check there as well (I tried not to look at her body) and found no such luck. There were no other rooms now and I had exhausted my first idea. From there I worked tirelessly to find some rescue as the world above me continued on without a disclaiming batter of their eyelids.

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