The Jewels; Mother of Pearl (#ABA2017)

Chapter Twenty Three

Annika was sitting in a chair, she looked at her surroundings. She looked to be in a brick jail cell. The chair she sat in jinxed her ability to turn into a Dark Angel or use any of her other powers. Annika was basically a human with floppy wings... and the idea disgusted her.

It took eight Dark Guards to get her down in the jail cells, three of which may or may not be dead.

Annika looked at the wooden door she was forced to sit before. With the metal chair wielded into the ground and her hands practically being crushed under the pressure of the wrist restraints, there was no chance Annika was going to get any closer to the door. Annika felt weak, probably from the restrains or being electrocuted by their weapons who knows how many times.

Annika sat there huffing and puffing despite her lack of movement and just waited as time went by. She lifted her heavy head and sighed, it was very cold down there, so cold that Annika could see her breath.

'Think...' Annika forced her mind to try and think of something, some way to get away, some way of escape. But cold slowed her reaction and her thought, and they knew it. Her eyes travelled to the corners of the room, there were large chunks of melting ice sitting in the corner of the room along with cold water on the floor scattered with ice cubes. They had taken her shoes and her feet were forced to rest on the floor, chilling her whole body more than needed. Annika stretched her neck and head back until she was looking behind her; there was a small window that was bared. She could see it was night time and the moonlight was shining through.

Annika heard something creak; her head looked to the door almost immediately. It's heavy iron scraped along the ground noisily and she could hear the effort needed by what she assumed were two Guards. The scraping noise hurt her ears the most and made her cringe.

Annika watched someone enter the room, a woman, followed by her overdressed Dark Guards that were each huffing and puffing louder than Annika was.

"We meet again, dearest Humanoid," Elinor informed readjusting her spectacles.

Annika didn't have the energy, or the bother, to reply. She just glared at Elinor as she walked in, her hair falling before her face.

Elinor smiled, "the room cold enough for you? I wanted you to feel comfortable as possible," she informed standing just before Annika teasingly, "I've done my research. You may be stronger than us Dark Angels, but you have many flaws we don't," she informed.

Annika glared at her as she leaned forwards, "At least my beauty isn't cheap or fake," she replied bluntly as she spat at Elinor's face. Elinor didn't react as she closed her eyes, straightened herself and pulled out a napkin.

"I'm glad you've noticed," she informed as she wiped the spit from her face, "a gift from the Dark Lord. He does want us to look our best."

"Then he may want to try a little bit harder," Annika replied as she tried to fold her wings, but they felt like frozen paper.

Elinor smiled, "Ahh, Humanoid. You're humour so blunt yet so amusing," she informed.

Annika continued to try and fail at folding her wings, "Ahh, ahh, ahh," Elinor said as she softly touched her wings. It was as if she had sapped Annika there, her wings went limp and it took all her strength to keep them from sitting on the ground, "no wing folding, dearie. We're gonna need those later," she informed.

Annika glared at her, "Do what you want with me, like I care. Anything you do to me will only be a weak comparison to my whole lifetime," Annika informed resting her back on the chilled chair and sighed, a smile soon appeared on her face as she started laughing.

Elinor raised an eye brow, "what's so funny?"

Annika continued laughing softly, "Oh don't worry..." she chuckled, "it's not you...!" she started laughing a little louder, "Cold temperatures dull our mind, you may as well be talking to a drunk," she barely said as continued to laugh.