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The story of a lost boy, a fisherman's daughter, a heartless soul and a lonely mechanic lost in the stars.
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That terrible excuse of a human. I almost laughed as his chair hit a Collector. But what did they expect? Sit there while we got the pain he so desperately needed. I wish I could drown him in all the misery until he realized he couldn't swim and ran out of oxygen.
But no. He eagerly kneeled beside us as they brought the Coldbeast closer. The poor creature just wanted to leave, I could see it in its eyes. It would do whatever they wanted it to do. Torment us.
It touched Cosmia's shoulder first. Twenty-two seconds of her screams burst my eardrums. Her body turned an uneasy blue, her body too cold to even shiver.
I shook my head as it approached me. Pleading with my eyes. I could see it's pain and regret already. I've felt the wrath of a Coldbeast before, and it's not just a chill. As soon as it's skin touched mine I felt cold and unforgiving teeth of cold bite my skin. Frostbite was a joke compared to this. For a moment I thought my heart was going to freeze, and then it pulled its hand away.
I didn't feel it as my body hit the ground. Numb. I was too numb.
Max was next. But he didn't yell like Cosmia and I. His green eyes seemed to turn white themselves as a strange whine came from his throat. His body shivered violently, before not at all. The Coldbeast released him and he fell as I did.
Nicholas was already beginning to laugh before it even touched him. Then his laughs were all I heard, they were horrible. Reminded me of what he'd done. He inflicted this numbing pain. He turned his head as he was released, a satisfied smirk resting on his lips. They were usually a misty grey, but today they looked black. Pools of ink and clouds of volcanic ash. A signature wink was all it took for me to sneer at him.
And while the pain still throbbed through our muscles, we were dragged back to our cell.
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As soon as our legs were no longer rubber, we were gone. Left Nicholas to his twisted joy. I hated that boy. More now than I ever have before.
His strange way of coping with this place, his suffering, it was going to kill us all.
"What's his problem anyways?" Cosima muttered- eyes down- but I knew they were fuming. Her still blue lips were pressed in a thin line as she roughly pulled her hair up.
"He's... hurt." I was shocked by Max's answer. I would expect him to be angry as another shiver raked his body. He had every reason to be angry. I was angry, and I'd been with Nicholas this whole time. I'd seen him transform into this monster.
He wasn't always like this. Wasn't always craving the pain. He was an innocent boy with a troubled past that he was hiding from. I never knew what made him so skittish back then, or what exactly it was that broke him here. Once upon a time, I liked his presence, a good way to pass the lonely hours. Protecting that 15-year-old boy from the horrors- oh how five years can change so many things.
