My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 35: Aquittal

Carys's PoV
The cold clinical touch of the teleportation pad greets me, taunting me. My body is weak and begs for death, my heart does not disagree. A burning fury ignites inside me, sending a wave of adrenaline with it. My eyes begin to focus on my surroundings, bringing the pearl room into greater detail. Large monitors hang upon the ceiling, showing me an image of Martyn: barely breathing, only just clutching onto what life I could provide him with. His image brings me purpose: he must survive.
I clamber to my feet, as shaky as a chihuahua. Within seconds, a swarm of angels burst through the door: some of the few armed angels in existence. Their grey armour makes them appear like bugs, scurrying around me. My fumbling fingers fiddle out my gun, sending out a wave of gasps and tense bodies. The room is eerily silent, no one daring to speak, to set of the woman known for killing hundreds.
"Send me back." I growl, I pour all my strength into holding the gun steady. No one moves, a perfect deadlock. "You send me back or so help me I will...you've all seen what I can do with this thing now! Send me back!" I bark. My eyes snap up towards Martyn's monitor, his chest occasionally rising and falling.
"We can't do that M'am. You are to come with us." One of the guards finally shouts. My patience grows thinner, like an eroding waterfall. I raise my gun, despite the burning pain in my joints, and fire three times into the ceiling. Those close to me jump back, almost tumbling to the ground. I scam the room, none of the guards have their fingers on the trigger, only I do. Before I have the chance to utter another syllable, the door creaks open once again. I drop my gun to aim at the new guest,
"Hello Carys." Ioath greets, a fatherly smile adorning his wrinkled face. He takes a few extra steps into the room, as if he doesn't even see the guns. His footsteps are the only sound; all breaths are halted. "You need to put the gun down, everything is alright."
"No."I shake my head, half of my confidence removed at the site of the wise figure, "not until you send me back."
"Carys, we can't do that. You are needed by the council." He denies, his grand voice echoing around the room, creating a lasting impression of himself lingering. Slowly, he takes another step towards me. I shuffle backward, still focussed on Martyn.
"You can't take Martyn from me, I'll do whatever you want, just let me save him. Kill me a thousand times over. Strip me of my powers. Lock me in soul sand forever but please let me help him!" I beg, tears welling in my eyes, "He's the only reason I'm still alive. He made everything worth something again, please don't take him away. He showed me the joy in the world and how to feel comforted in the worst of times and that I matter. I can't go on without him. He's my heart. Please Ioath, you have more power than anyone in the Aether, make this stop. Let me heal him and die in the process but I can't let him die." I weep. The stone statue of a man remains still. I no longer care about him, all I can do is watch Martyn. Helpless, the flames make their way closer to him, occasionally licking his flesh for a taste of what's to come. His chest remains still, no movement. My heart snaps. No movement. A large red font flashes over the screen "LIFE FORCE : 000"
I shatter. The wold world slows into a numbness and my senses become dull. My stomach swallows itself and my lungs no longer feel purpose or motivation. I collapse to my knees, no words can describe this pain. It's not even that, it's like falling into a pit of nothingness for eternity. Like the whole world have turned grey. Death is a mercy to all those who endure.
"Carys, everything is going to be alright. You need to come with me and everything can be sorted out." Ioath whispers, the way one does when saying goodbye to a dog who's about to be put down. I wish so,some would put me down.
"After everything.
I lost Maria and I broke, I didn't want to ever feel anything again. Hundreds of years in reeducation and it did nothing. You sent me away. You let this happen.
After everything.
You still let him die and for what? Is this some sick game? Do you like seeing me utterly destroyed? Is it fun to give someone hope and snatch it away like a cat and mouse? You're evil." I growl. My thoughts no longer held back by any notion of respect, "Maria destroyed me. Martyn has forced me into eternal despair. I hope you're happy." I glare at Ioath, bringing my gun up to him. His deep gold eyes look down at me, finally showing a shred of emotion: pity.
"Carys, I know all that has happened to you and I am so sorry. Rest assured, with all my efforts, I shall bring upon you better days. We bust only need to speak for a short while and matters will be straightened out and you can be granted a remedy." He reassures but his words fall upon deaf ears.
"Don't tell me you know what I've been through. You have no idea. I don't want whatever 'remedy' you wish to provide. I have found my own." I snarl, turning the gun on myself. The cold kiss of the gun lays where Martyn once placed him lips.
"Carys, no. Allow me, I beg of you, to explain our situation." He says, slowly dropping to my level.
"I don't long to talk, I long to die!" I scream, my finger twitching on the trigger. Ioath's warm hand places on mine,
"Child, look. See what you have so clearly overlooked in your torture!" He smiles, directing my gaze to the monitor. A gasp escapes my lips, the gun tumbling to the ground. Martyn sits in a bed, where we slept this morning, alive. His frantic eyes dart around as he begins searching to room and dashing through the halls. He's alive. How is he alive? Why is he alive? This miraculous moment could perhaps be a trick? "Rewind the tape!"Ioath commands, I fumble to my feet, pushing through the armed guards like a field of wheat. A sudden still of the treaty gitters on the screen.
"He respawned." A few tiny words tumble out of my teeth,
"They all signed to contract. The war was technically over; you protected him so his ability to respawn was enabled again. I want to reunite you, there are others, however that disagree. Please, follow me." Ioath explains.