Kill First, Die Last...[COMPLETED]

Chapter 10: Payback...

Daryl's POV:

She  looks through all the rubble, with a fear swimming in her eyes, crawling through all the debris, trying to find me.

'I'm here...Do-Down here Ash. Ashley!' I see the worried look printed on her face. She looked so freaked out, working out the logic as to how a dead body could still talk. But she catches my eyes and helps me shift the body lying on top of me. The body I used to take cover from.

'You took cover under one of the guards?'

'Excuse me? When you blew the shit outta this place, dude just decided to fall on top of me. Motherfucker's heavier than he looks.'

 We both stare at what once was a slave. Body already half swallowed by Ash's flame. All it took was a spark. She was the spark.  That spread like wildfire. That burnt everything to the ground.

After she helps me up, we tip the body to its side to stop the flame from finishing its meal. But o amount of darkness can hide a spark. Nice not feeling like the victim for once. 

'Don't ever do that to me again...I thought I lost you. I thought I had to fight by myself.'

'I'm sorry but the look on your face when you saw a dead body talking...' I clutch my stomach as I die of laughter. Aww.. she looked like a scared little puppy..

'Bitch, let's just go.'

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"The Arena" 

The sliver words stamped on the doors glew magnificently. As if it's trying to get our attention. Trying to hint at something. Maybe our deaths.

'You ready?' I ask as I feel the goosebumps sprinting up my skin.

'I'm here and I'm ready. Bring it. Let's play their game'

And that's when we open the doors. Waiting to see what was waiting for us.

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Daryl's POV:

I can't bear it anymore. The most innocent of souls being punished for their good deeds. Especially Adam. I saw the way he helped the girl in the 'cube'. He did what no man would even think to do. Defy Ma-Ma.

It just shows how Ma-Ma hasn't managed to change him. Break him. No matter how many beatings, deaths, executions or hangings he is forced to see, she hasn't yet managed to create a soldier. She couldn't make him another one of her soldiers. slaves. Another one of her playthings. 

He was always more of a man than me. I always baited him out and still whether it be 50 or 100 lashes, he still stood strong while I was blinded by Ma-Ma's lies and torture.

Ma-Ma presses the button, and soon the air ventilators in the room started to release the Slow-Mo into the room. Instantly Adam and Ash start coughing and wheezing. Trying to resist inhaling the tempting feeling of the Slow-Mo. Their hands start to sweat blood behind the rope that Ma-Ma binded them with.

Me, James and Ma-Ma are standing on the large balcony. Made entirely out of glass, watching the scene unfold before us. All I see is a helpless innocent girl, tear-stained, blood-blemished, and sweat splattered. Then Adam. The man who saved my life. The man who took the whip for me. The man who didn't say a word. Silenced by the torture waiting to drown him.