Angel Falls

Chapter 7

Things have been going very well so far. There is one day left until the Gladiator's Test. Everything was going according to plan. Me and Mikael have been practising with Madame Larouge, who was impressed with our progress. Quattro managed to convince someone to create a diversion backstage, after lots of threatening. I still wasn't sure how to get my knives, since none of them must know my true intentions. But I would find a way, they are all just stupid-heads after all.

I have studied everyone's behaviour patterns, so I know what I'm up against. I will have to dispose of them sooner or later. Quattro has severe anger issues, he gets very highly strung, and no one dares to mess with him. He doesn't like me. Nate always seems sad and bitter, although he's warmer around Ryou for some reason. Mikael is very nice and polite, the polar opposite of Quattro. And Ryou constantly has dramatic mood swings. Many people look up to him, because he brings hope to those who have none left. He is always getting in trouble with the staff. He also swears a lot, saying words I don't understand.

As for Lane, I am sent to his office very frequently. Usually three times a day. I'm always sent at two-thirty, which is around the time that the surveillance men went to sleep. I know this, because each time I go, I see a room where you can see the whole of Angel Falls, and each time, they were always sleeping.

I passed the kitchen as well, where the cook is either cooking or listening to music. He was always holding a knife with him. I knew I couldn't get the knives from Lane's office, but maybe I could steal his instead. He also smoked. I could steal his lighter, maybe I could set the place on fire so we can escape. Once we get the key, we would have to wait until the right time to use it.

I was tortured in very, 'creative' ways. I was usually chained to a chair or pushed onto the table, and sometimes I was whipped, or punched. There are still scars, and they try to cover them up. He also liked to use my own knives against me. That's what hurt the most. It was horrible.

I usually manage t find my happy place, and that made the searing pain slightly more bearable. I hated Lane. I hated him more than words could describe. I swore that I would kill him when I had the chance. I imagined me stabbing him, his blood all over the room. He will pay, they will all pay.

Suddenly, Lane stopped whipping me. He ordered that he took me back to my cell. Once again, Brutus (who were still mad at me for killing his brother) and Caleb, took me back to my cell. But on my way there, I saw something that made my heart break.

There was horrible screaming, pleading to stop, it was a voice I knew all too well. It was coming from the kitchen. The cook was lying on top of someone. On top of Jaden. Jaden was screaming in protest, but he wouldn't stop. Some of Jaden's clothing, was lying on the floor, but the cook's was still intact, other than his shirt. Each time he screamed my heart broke into thousands of pieces. I tried to break myself free to help Jaden and brutally murder him, but Caleb and Brutus stopped me.

''Hey kid, what do you think you're doing? There's no point helping your buddy out there.''

He kept on screaming, pleading for help, but no one did. My body was filled with repulse and anger. He hurt Jaden, the only thing I have ever loved, and soon, soon he will pay the price. Now I have three reasons to kill him.

I almost couldn't believe that this was happening. Memories and thoughts were pounding through my mind and I tried hard not to vomit or pass out. Jaden was still squirming at his mercy, the cook still attacking him. I had to close my eyes when he started to take off his pants. I tried with all my might to break free, but they both stopped.

''Why can't you help him? Don't you see he's suffering?'' I screamed at them as they pulled me away.

''It happens all the time.'' Brutus said like it was the most normal thing in the world.