Blood Shed

Chapter 5 - Levana

 I bent my wrists so my fingers could touch the bands, still screaming from the ridiculous amount of pain. The tips of my fingers touched the metal and started to burn themselves. I glanced at the metal quickly, and something entirely black was spreading all around it, very fast. When the blackness had covered the bands completely. I pushed against them, and they crumbled to ash. I shot up with my legs still down. I held my hands up with force and black mist shot around the room. I covered all the guards here swirling around them. I bent my wrist, and it turned into a dense web. All the guards were forced back against the wall and stuck there. More blasts of darkened poison shot down towards the bands on my legs, and they crumbled to ash. I climbed off the bed slowly and shakily staring at my arms and legs. The open wounds burned black and dark red blood gushing out. The skin around the open wounds were bright red and charred. I felt weak from the blood loss and the magic usage. I staggered forwards, gripping onto the wall as I walked. A large mirror covering the whole wall stood before me. I had never noticed it before, and now I wish I never did. My hair was knotted and static. My eyes were bloodshot and drowsy. I had big purple sleep bags under my eyes, and my face was covered in dirt. In the dark hallway, I had never noticed the grit covering my face, but now I saw it and wondered what it was from. I turned away from the mirror and looked at all the guards on the ground. Each of them was crumpled in odd positions stuck on the wall each with bleeding noses. I smiled at the fact that I had finally beaten them and I could escape. I held onto the wall still feeling the pain in my arms and legs. I staggered out of the room and down the hallway, wincing with each step.

When I returned to my cell, I saw a corridor that looked nicer than anything else in the whole place. The passage was lined with white padding, and bright lights hung above the hall. A large stand with clothing and shoes sat untouched outside the entrance. I looked down at myself with the ripped clothing dirty skin and bloody legs. I looked around the room for more people but instead found another door labelled 'SHOWERS'. I walked over there praying to the lord to finally have a shower after all this time. I smelled, and I was dirty. Forgetting my sore leg, I ran with joy up to the door. I tried the handle but it wouldn't budge, so I tried a different tactic. I brushed the door with my fingertips, and it immediately started crumbling to ashes. Soon enough the door was just a pile of ashes on the ground. 10 curtained showers stood before me. In an open area, there was a wooden bench sitting in the middle of the room and hooks all along the walls. The same wood bench lined the walls. Some lockers were further down the hall. Towels were hung on the hooks around the room. I ran over to them and pulled one down. I pulled off all my ragged clothing and grabbed an outfit my size hanging from one of the hooks. I put it down on one of the benches next to my towel. I glanced around the room for a first aid kit. Surely they would have one around here somewhere, I thought. Sure enough, hanging on the wall was a full on first aid kit. I ran over to the pack and looked inside. There were four bandages and cream for burns. I took them over to where my stuff was and placed them on the bench ready for me. As I was walking towards the shower, I remembered guards would soon come. I waved my hand and a barrier formed around the opening. It rippled, taking on the form of the wall, causing the sign to disappear. Now they would never be able to find me. I walked into the shower and turned on the water. Cold water flooded over my body making me shiver. I turned the tap for the hot water and slowly, it heated up along with my body. I felt the warm water rush over my burned skin. I scrubbed my burns, trying to get the charred skin and blood off my wound, protecting it from infection. I washed my dirty and knotted hair as well, brushing it out with a hairbrush to get rid of the knots. My hair felt heavy, and I felt exhausted and weak. The pain in my legs and arms had gone down, but I still felt hungry and light headed.