Small Stories

No Te Salves

Okay so a little backstory on this first- This is based in DreamTeam1017 's Kingdom Awaits universe, and is kinda a "what if" for if Blighty won and took everything over. As for the story- in Spanish class, we were reading a poem called No Te Salves, and eventually I got the idea for this story. So here it is!

"I'll be back in just a bit." The queen gave her signature evil smile at Jon, who was curled up in the corner, and walked out of the cell, slamming the door behind her.

Jon wrapped his arms around himself tighter. Blighty had already killed all the rest of his friends- he was the only one left. She had been able to overpower them and used her power to take over the entire continent, making her own empire. She had killed most of the previous leaders, and the ones she hadn't she had thrown into prison. Jon wasn't sure why he was the only one of his group kept alive- why did she want him so badly? She had made an example of Cory and Uni in a public execution, Dawn and Tommy were both killed in the fighting, and Nick and Ashlie- Jon choked back a sob. Their mauled, lifeless bodies were sitting in the other corner of his cell. He didn't even notice the smell anymore, he had become so numb.

"WHY ME?" He screamed with a broken voice, before lying back in exhaustion. He didn't even have the energy to cry anymore. The first three months or so, he had cried every day after the queen's torture. She used mental torture to slowly break his walls, and every day he seemed a little closer to insanity. Nowadays, the only thing he could manage before collapsing was to curse his fate. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing.

"She's getting to you, isn't she." A voice drifted to Jon's ears from the next cell over.

Jon tiredly opened his eyes and turned his head towards the voice. He would be worried that this was another torture device, but by now he was almost beyond caring. "What was that?" He managed, barely able to speak.

A figure came out of the shadows in the other cell. "You've lasted pretty long, considering all she's done to you."

"Yeah, well, it's not like I have anything more interesting to do."

"You've still continued to try to resist," The person said. "But I can feel your resistance getting weaker."

"What does it even matter?" Jon said, closing his eyes again.

He suddenly felt something hit his chest. He picked it up, and held it up to his face. It was a small granola bar.

"I'm pretty good at reserving food for long periods of time," The person said. "I had had a big meal before I came here, and I only really need to eat once a day, so I've been stockpiling these." They giggled a bit as Jon wolfed down the bar hungrily. "Looks like you need it more than me, anyways."

"Thanks," Jon said, feeling a little bit better from the extra food. "So... who are you?"

"My name's Tamara." She tossed over another granola bar. "I don't know why I'm still alive. She hasn't been breaking me as much now that you're here, so thanks for that, I guess."

"How long have you even been here, anyways? Sounds like you were here longer than me." Jon finished the second granola bar and gathered up enough energy to scoot over to the bars separating their cells.

"I stopped keeping track after seven months. I'd say it was probably a year before you showed up." She laughed a bit to herself. "Life's been a bit easier since then- sorry that my troubles have been shifted over to you."

"A... a year?" Jon shook his head in disbelief. "How are you even able to keep laughing? It's been maybe seven months for me, and I already can't feel anything."