Love is Evil

Sad Stories

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

Your POV:

I shuffle uncontrollably, feeling a little hot, as I open my tired eyes. A soft yawn escapes me as I gaze down at the cocoon of blankets holding me captive in their warm grasp. Well, it's no wonder I'm overheated. I have a bit of difficulty getting out of the tangled mess, but, when I do, I stretch out my stiff arms before sitting up a little too quickly. I hear a loud thunk when I hit my forehead on the top bunk and groan in pain before rubbing where it hurts.

"Goddamnit."

'I hate the bottom bunk.' Too bad I don't have the nerve to ask my captor to switch beds. I doubt he'd care about my comfortability anyway. I slip out and stand before pressing against my lower back until I hear a satisfying pop. While ruffling my bedhead, I look out the window to find the sun still out, so I must've not been asleep long, but I don't see Saros anywhere, so he must've stepped out. Looking to where I previously saw him, I find a note on top of a book sitting on the bench. Upon closer inspection, I find that the message is addressed to me. I imagine he got my name from the newspapers about my run-in with Herald.

'Y/N,

  I won't be back until later tonight, so I left the door unlocked if you need to go to the bathroom, but don't get any smart ideas. I have alerted my men to keep watch on all the other floors. Any attempts to escape will result in me putting you back into your original room, which still hasn't been fully cleaned by the way. To keep you occupied, I recommend you read this book, that is, if you've finished the other one. It's actually one of my favorites. I'll be bringing back dinner, so if you fall asleep by the time I get there, prepare to be woken up.'

I shudder at the thought of being thrown back into that horrible, cement prison. With all the blood splattered around it and the dreadful stench of rotted flesh, I couldn't stand the thought of it. I sit down, my stomach twisting in disgust as the urge to vomit becomes apparent. Thankfully, I manage to keep it down. I take a deep breath to calm myself as I put the note aside and look up at the ceiling. I can't believe what had happened slipped my mind.

Saros exploded the bodies of his own minions with the snap of his fingers right in front of my eyes. Strangely, though, I don't feel as bothered as I should. I mean, yes, it sickens and terrifies me, but I can easily dismiss it from my thoughts. Well, the threat is enough to keep me put. I had no plans to leave anyway, though, it does make me wonder why Saros hasn't tried to kill Herald with his abilities if he's that powerful.

Perhaps he only likes to tease the man? Then again, there's no point to having a villain without a hero to stop them. Is that what it is, just a game where the two mess with each other like little children? The criminal threatens everything Herald holds dear: his city, his citizens, his fans. All are put in danger, and, yet, every time he'd come through and save the girl, protect the city and save the day, but what does Saros get out of it? He always escapes with his cloaking ability, but, knowing the full extent of his power, he wasn't even trying.

Maybe he just likes to watch the hero spin around in circles, doing whatever he can to save everyone? Other than that, I have no clue. I pick up the book he left me and notice that it's rather thin. I could probably finish it in a day or two, since I literally have nothing else to do. I read the summary on the back and am left surprised, since it sounds like a love story.

'Didn't know he was into that sort of thing.' Curious, I open to the first page and start to read. With each chapter, I find myself more and more engaged in the plot. The main character is a boy the age of fifteen, who, for most of his life, was alone with no friends. That is until he meets a thirteen-year-old girl who was curious about the teen, so, every week, she'd come to spend time with him.