The Fallen | Risen Book II

Chapter Fifty Seven

Busted
Jayce Slade

"Hey!" someone shouted to me as my vision was blurry. My head pounded and due to the intense headach I closed my eyes again.

"Hey! Sleeping beauty wake up!" Someone shouted as I was splashed across the face by cold water. I jumped awake and looked at the man holding the wooden bucket.

"Cyblow what the hell?" I shouted in anger.

"he he, sorry 'bout that bud, just wanted you awake" Cyblow spoke walking over to a wall and sitting against it.

"Why?" I asked.

Cyblow shrugged. "I got bored"

Cyblow and I sat in a cement prison cell, it had a toilet, a bucket that was full of water, two empty trays of food, a single bunk bed, one barred wall that also acted as the locked door, and on the opposite wall was a barred window maybe twice the size of my head.

I rubbed my head and glanced at the the crumb covered metal trays.

"Did you eat my food?" I asked looking at Cyblow.

"No" Cyblow spoke looking around the room, refusing to make eye contact.

"Uh" I rolled my eyes, knowing he was lying straight to my face.

"What happened" I asked.

"Well, we reached your friends room. Then Claws and her guards tackled us, you knocked out on impact and they dragged us here. Apparently Charity left to speak with Claws about not killing us"

I looked at Cyblow in surprise.

"Kill us? What did we do?" I asked.

"Well, to be fair you did blow up her gate" Cyblow remarked.

I showed a face of confusion and annoyance. "Cyblow that was you!" I nearly shouted.

Cyblow put his finger to his lip in thought. 

"Oh yeah, well if Claws asked you punched me, stole my gun, shot the gate and I was trying to stop you heroically!" 

"Ugh" I spoke rubbing my face, I walked over to the bunk bed and sat down on it. After a minute or two of slience I spoke up, just trying to make conversation.

"Why's your name Cyblow anyways?" I asked.

Cyblow looked at the ground in front of him. "I don't know" he answered.

I tilted my head in confusion. 

"What do you mean-" I started but Cyblow raised his hand to tell me to stop and answered.

"Your not the only one who can't remember his name Jayzee" Cyblow smirked sadly.

"Its-never mind" I spoke wanting to correct him but figured it was pointless. "What do you remember?" I asked at this point just wondering who this man really was.

"Well, I think I had a passion for inventing. The gun I used to blow open the door was my own creation, a crossover between a rocket launcher, a machine gun, a shotgun and a chainsaw" Cyblow spoke with a grin.

"How'd you pull that one off?" I asked.

"As I said, I must've had a passion for inventing, and I guess I was pretty good at it" Cyblow shurgged. "I also love bombs, but it's hard to find the materials to make your own around here since the clans tend to stockpile stuff like that" Cyblow shurgged.

"Meant to ask, which clan do you belong to? Like, do you live at Sandlock?" I asked.

Cyblow shook his head.