Divinus Petram

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Korra POV

The idea to struggle occurred to me as they loaded my body into the van. It's like a switch had been flipped and my survival instincts were kicking in. My legs and body thrashed against the hands that tried to steady me, I screamed and wailed, hoping someone would hear me but it was no use. None of these people were changing their minds. To them, they were doing something right.

To them, this was God's will.

Screw that.

I struggled against the bindings that had been attached to my hands and feet when they realized I was going to be difficult. I look out at the people, who no doubt thought I was a traitor for struggling and, for a minute, I thought I saw Seamus smile.

The ride to the cave was slow and agonising. I tried to work my new gag out of my mouth, slowly slipping it down my face. Many people tried to calm me, but I wasn't going to quit. I wasn't going to go. As they lifted me out of the van I was able to release myself from my gag and let out a quivering scream, louder than I had ever screamed before. I made eye-contact with a couple sitting on a ledge and I tried to plead with them to help me, without using words. I guess it worked.

Once they had left me in that room, it was the couple that came in after me, as well as a boy around my age and a woman in a green hoodie. I felt the fight drain out of me as the black ooze dripped from the rocks mysterious carvings. The man from before tried to tend to a wound I didn't even know I had gotten he kept trying to get me to speak to him, tell him how to get out, his australian accent thick as he spoke, but it was too late. There was no saving us now. The blackness suffocated me as I struggled against it's thick currents. Pain rose in my chest and fatigue washed over me. I reached out my hand for anyone who would take it, only to feel a strong hand grasp mine. The brown haired boy stared intently at me, as our hands connected and we drifted off into the unknown.

Waking up was like, what I assumed, a hangover felt like, times ten. My lungs were on fire as I reached out to the boy from before, who was still unconscious a few feet away from me. "Whoa, whoa there. Calm down." A man said to me. Black stubble accentuated his strong jaw, just like the Australian army man, except this one had a wider face and bigger forehead. He held out his hand for me to take and I immediately grasped it, pulling myself up from the rocky ground. Sandy mountains and cliffs surrounded us along with a dark sky without a sun. The moon, or moons, however turned the area around us different shades of blue.

Taking a second look at the man I gasped. He had a trail of blood soaking his shirt and it looked like his chest had caved in on him. The man followed my gaze down and smirked. "Huh, almost forgot about that. Death looks good on me, don't you think? You should try it." He reached out and grasped my palms I yelped and struggled against him. I hadn't realized that the brown haired boy from before had woken up until I saw him whack the dead man over the head with a messenger bag. The Dead Man crumpled and we took this opportunity to run. The man followed close behind as my legs pumped at an agonising pace. My foot caught on something and I fell, the boy stopped to help me up, but before he could reach me the Dead Man got him first. I had to think fast. I didn't have anything to hit him with. I searched the ground until I found a flask of something. I didn't know what was in it, but maybe if I threw it at him it'd distract him long enough to escape. I didn't have a better plan. I uncapped the flask and splashed him. The Dead Man hissed and fell to the ground. The boy shouted at me to do it again and I complied, being careful not to empty the entire bottle, in case we'd need it later. Dust pooled around our feet where the Dead Man had been, as whatever was in the flask decayed him instantly. I tried looking at the boy for answers but saw him dazing off into the sunset. "I guess Hell does exist." I sigh.