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"YOU DON'T HAVE to do this."
One last effort. His blood pumped through his veins and his heart thrummed dangerously in his ears. One look at the young girls face and he knew there was no changing her mind.
"I know," Hope said, swallowing thickly. "But it's the only part I'm actually enjoying."
Her eyes are sad and cold for a brief second before they hold nothing but contempt toward him. Her blue eyes were bright and dangerous in the dimly lit area, and his lips curl in anger. Taken down by a child's play-spell. He couldn't believe himself.
In synchronization, they hooked their legs around the bars of the railing, and Clarke is trying desperately not to fall. Next thing he knows, his hand shot forward. and their hands are latched tightly around each other's throats.
His eyes flick toward his half-brother for a split second, who is lying still on the grating floor. He's been cold and gone for only a few moments now, but he knows Landon will be warming up soon and will return from the ashes. When he does, the boy won't remember anything.
He won't remember him. And for the first time in his lifetime when he meets Hope's eyes again, Ryan Clarke is afraid.
It was strange. Doesn't she realize what she's giving up? Doesn't she understand— And with a terrible lump in his throat, he knows she does.
And with a daring smile, Hope continued, "Too bad you're so clumsy."
He wanted to scream in rage as they fly over the railing together into the pool of darkness below them and he can't, he can't and this girl has stripped him of his free will and his father, Malivore roars and the earth shakes and—
They're drowning. They begin to suffocate in darkness. He can taste the liquid mud filling up his lungs and it tastes like death. Together their limbs thrash wildly as Hope began to panic over this new sensation. Clarke can feel Hope's hand weakening on his shoulder and soon enough he lost her. She wasn't there any longer.
Hope found herself falling through the air and she found herself feeling like Loki when he had been falling for thirty minutes straight. But for her, it wasn't as long, but it was still longer than it should've been before she hit the ground harshly, her head hitting hard on the black ground, and everything got darker for her.
She didn't know how long it had been before she woke up, gasping for air, her forehead covered in blood. She was healed, obviously, but there was still dried blood. She lifted her delicate fingers to her forehead and brought them back down before sighing. She should've prepared herself for the fall. She knew it was coming.
And then her bright blue eyes widened even more and she stood up quickly, finding herself all alone, with nothin but blackness surrounding her.
