Metanoia

Chapter 2

"P-Palace?"

"Nephele!" He screamed with a hoarse voice as he flung his body upwards. He soon fell backwards again as his body writhed in pain. It was like fire soared through his veins while somebody hit him repeatedly with a hammer, smashing his bones one by one. Yoongi heaved heavy, desperate breaths, trying his best to somehow will the pain away. However the pain never left, but did soothe to a bearable level eventually. The boy took this moment to check his surroundings.

He was in a dark room, presumably underground he had guessed from the sounds coming above him. The lighting was poor and practically useless, yet the boy could still see certain obscure details. Such as the lack of windows, meaning his only escape was from the heavy looking door.
A table to his right was lined with tools he didn't recognise, all sparkling silver and perfectly layed out.

He stared at his feet. Heavy cuffs made of steel kept him where he was. If he had even just an ounce of energy, he may have been able to dissolve the chains, but alas he was too weak.
That didn't dampen his efforts of escape, no not at all. He reached over, seeing how far the table of tools was exactly. Just out of reach, what a tease, he thought to himself. He took the pillow from under his head, giving him the last bit of stretch he needed to try and knock the tray and bring it closer. It took a few tries but eventually it worked, he knocked the tray, all the tools fell loudly to the floor. The boy froze, his ears focused on any coming footsteps. After deeming himself in the clear, he refocused on the tools. Two, luckily, were within his reach.

A large saw like object, or a tiny spike. He lifted them both. After trying the saw, which obviously failed, yet was worth the shot, he tried breaking the link of the cuffs with the spike. However, the boys hands froze, he could hear approaching footsteps, yet he was so close to getting the cuff off himself.

Think Yoongi, Think!

"D'ya even think he's awake yet?" The first guard asked the other.

"The fuck if I know! Just open the door. After this, my shifts done, and honestly I can't wait for sweet slumber- wait, where is he?"

While talking amongst themselves and unlocking the door, the two guards were greeted with an empty room. Tools discarded across the floor, two foot cuffs left lonely on the bed.

"Fuck this man!" The second guard groaned, "call the alarm."

Meanwhile a silent boy hung from atop the door, luckily it's sturdy build could hold his weight, not that he weighed much to begin with.

The first guard left to go call the alarm, while the second had entered the room,
"Okay little witch, where did you go?" He asked aloud as his eyes studied the room.

The boy felt his heartbeat quicken as the guards eyes travelled around the room, eventually falling upon him. Without thinking, Yoongi jumped, landing on the guards body, knocking him to the ground. He scratched at his face and kicked mercilessly before jumping off again and fleeing the room. Not sparing a second to look around at the guard he had attacked.

His bare feet slapped loudly against the cold tiles. He had no idea where he was, or where he was going for that matter. He didn't care. He just needed to find Nephele and get out of here. Yoongi could hear the voices of men follow behind him, he ran further, eventually finding a door that led him outside. His body carried heavy, the pain writhing within him as he continued to push himself.