The Rising Angel~BEN Drowned Fanfiction

Chapter 17

        Tears dripped softly down her pale features as she tried hard to break from the chains that held her back from the other figure across from her. She strained against them, her wrists developing a rash or burn-like marks all the way down her forearms to her elbows. Hair hung in front of her face like a dark curtain, just touching the cemented ground of the chamber. Across the dim-lit room, a blonde female bleeds from her wings and soothes her loving daughter, "Rarity." She called. "Rarity, I need you to help me out here."

"M-Mom... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, darling. You don't have to apologize." She cooed and the aforementioned half-blood whimpers, "We don't have much time. You need to get out of here." She opens her mouth, and pulls an illuminate object out, throwing it across the room by Rarity's feet.

"What is that?"

"It's the reason we're in this mess- the necklace." She seemingly smiled through the darkness, "It'll only work on you, so try to grab it."

        Silverblade leaned back, sliding her barefoot forward, allowing her to drag jewel toward her direction. She caught it and it seemed to spark up and it shocked her, causing her to give a tiny yelp. Her body transformed into half angel, half demon, blood spilling from her eyes like waterfalls. Her mother watched her with a grave expression. "They're coming." Footsteps pounded loudly, echoing from somewhere outside. A dark entity slammed open a door to the far right, marching up to the angel. He started yelling things at the angel, and kicking her harshly, then beating her savagely. The half-blood screamed for her mother, fighting against the restraints. Her mother smiled at her through the pain, her face covered in blood, but she still stayed positive. Her mother was something else. She mouthed an 'I love you' and Rarity tried to mouth it back, but failed, breaking into sobs. Another entity came in, unlocking both their shackles and abruptly began to drag Rarity out of the chamber. Her mother stayed put, collapsing to the floor every time they would try to pick her up. She clawed at the ground, trying to regain her posture, but ended up getting hit over and over. "Leave her alone!" Rarity screeched through her sobs. It all happened so fast and soon, she was out of the room, being blinded by bright lights. Only then, did she notice that her regular combat outfit was shredded into rags, the necklace attached to her skin like a 3D tattoo around her hand. It stung like hell. 

        She was being pulled into another quarter with capsules containing subjects floating in water. She was thrown into a capsule and it shut behind her. Her fists pounded on the glass that felt bulletproof and airtight. "Let me out!!" She screamed, but they couldn't hear her. "Don't do this to me!!" They only laughed at the amount of fear emitting from her stature, turning to the operating system that was connected to the capsule. A dark entity entered a code and with a push of a button, oxygen vacuumed out of the cylinder container, leaving water to fill in. The seventeen year old panicked and kicked helplessly against the powerful and superior glass, "Oh, no I'm going to drown." The water poured down on her from the top of the contraption, making the whole thing slippery and her vision blurry. "Where's the air blowing out of?" She looked around frantically, finding screws at the bottom. She crouched down, picking at it with her nails until they bled, successfully unscrewing the base. An unknown source shocked her, causing her to get entranced for a quick moment before realizing where she was. 

        "Escape is futile, weakling." One of the ghouls realeased a hardy laugh, "Isn't it easier to just accept your fate?" The water was filling the tank pretty quickly for only a few seconds and it burned to the touch. Despite the pain of acid and losing her mother, the thought of dying and the cause of it being her own father and uncle, the young girl lifted herself off the base, standing up straight. By now, the acidic water had been up to her knees. 

        "To the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah. This. Is. War." She beamed softly at the dark figures before her, then laughed. She laughed, not only because of the weird faces they made at her when she said that, but because she needed to laugh after all the bullcrap she's been through, the fear she'd been holding in, the countless times she's been knocked down by the ones she loved and still love. She'd find a way out, she thought, she always had.

This. Is. War.~