Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 4

Fun fact...

I LICKED A SIDEWALK LAST WEEK

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My eyes peeled open to reveal a cold, dark room. Bars surrounded me, almost as if I were in a jail. I actually felt like my eyes were going to burn out of my skull, as I stared at the mediocrity around me. There was not an ounce of purple in this dungeon.

I forced down a sob as I pulled myself to a sitting position. My clothes were tattered and burnt, the cloth to my leggings was almost shattered to pieces, revealing an ugly looking burn mark that streaked my leg. I was wrapped in a thin white sheet that did nothing for the chill that seemed to freeze my insides.

I hissed as I lifted my leg to inspect it, it was only one burn, but it left ugly streaks that would surely scar. Pain shot from my leg, giving me a headache as I hugged myself into a tight ball. That shithead really threw a fireball at me. He's a freaking firebender.

I had been kidnapped by the Devil, and boy oh boy, I was not pleased. But I wasn't about to cry and beg for mercy. I would not let my captor have that satisfaction. Frankly, I didn't love anyone in my life, and nobody loved me. So honestly, I wasn't too bothered with this situation, and not totally freaked out. The only thing that pissed me off was the searing pain that etched at my leg.

At least my life was getting semi-interesting.

I had never believed my mother. I had never believed the Devil was real. I never believed the burn mark that stained my back, was anything other than a peculiar birthmark. But the Devil was real, and he wanted something from me. He was collecting on a favor. Everything was suddenly becoming clearer to me, and it was then that a small ounce of fear crawled into my mind.

A dark figure approached the bars to my cage, and I recognized him as the unmasked man. The man with the black and white hair. The man with those terrifying, watery gray eyes that seemed to look deep into my soul. I noticed a small scar that sliced through one of his eyebrows. Well, at least if he has a scar, that means I can hurt him.

"You're awake." He stated, his voice was raspy and harsh.

"Wow you're super perceptive." I fired back as I stood up. I refused to be seen any lower to him than I already was. I met his gaze, ignoring the sharp pain that shot up my leg.

"Your leg is injured." He stated blankly.

"Yes, I got into a fight with a fucking campfire. Thank you so very much, Bethany."

He frowned slightly, "Who is Bethany?"

I wrapped my arms around the cage bars, "Bethany is you, since you won't tell me your name, I decided to make one up for you."

"You may call me Fallon, though I don't particularly care what you call me. You won't be here long enough for it to matter " He said simply, tucking his arms behind his back as he studied me with those drowning eyes.

That's so great. I won't be here long, so they probably intended to kill me. I hope they knew I wasn't about to go down without a fight.

I didn't respond to him. I hoped that he would get close enough to the bars that I could fry him with my powers, but he smartly kept his distance. I felt weak from my earlier fight, and the pain in my leg certainly wasn't helping. It took extreme energy to make the sparks hit someone from distance, so I had to wait for him to get closer to me.

I wasn't going to ask the typical questions 'Who are you? Why am I here?'. I had a feeling I wasn't going to get the answers I seeked.

"You're filthy." He stated. Wow, this guy was so charming. Not.