Stolen Truth

18

We thought we were winning, after all, we all had our powers this time and that was far stronger than any blank soldier. We were just as strong as their whole army, maybe stronger, but they still had those awful creatures on their side and they didn't fail to exploit them. Dove was taken away from me with all of the other girls, I tried holding on to her, but they tore us apart and threw me in the cell next to Shark.

I saw one of them walk past my cell, the Chelsea Demon, it looked more human than the others I had seen. It had a faded body, more that of a ghost, and its mouth was still cut into that unnatural smile, but instead of pitch black, it was actual blood and skin, almost like they had cut a real human face. It's horns were smaller, poking out of its head like tiny goat horns, much unlike the ginormous monstrosities that Chelsea Demons usually had. In fact, if not for the tell-tale smile and horns, I would've thought it was a real boy.

It was then that it turned to lock eyes with me. It had blue eyes. It had pale blue eyes that seemed to hold all the sadness in the world. For a moment it felt as though my soul had left my body, I wanted to reach out and hold him, promise him that everything would be okay.

My arm lifted out to reach him almost of its own accord, but I was halted by the chains attached to my wrist.

The demon smiled at me.

I screamed.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, "I'll come back for you, and it'll all be over soon."

I hadn't realised that one of the guards had entered my cell and he yanked the chains backwards until I was forced against the wall, still screaming.

I fell into my hands and knees, begging for him to let me out, let me go!

"Please!" I screamed, "Make it stop!"

The guard hit me over the head.

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When I woke up I was muzzled and someone in a blank uniform was standing over me.

"Louis?" I tried to say, but it came out muffled from behind the muzzle.

"Make him stand up," the person said, that wasn't Louis.

Two guards grabbed my arms and dragged me upwards. They let go of my arms when I was on my feet again, but as soon as they weren't supporting me I crumpled to the ground again.

"Get up boy!" The person above me commanded, kicking my side.

I struggled to my feet again and pressed my hands against the wall to support myself, doing my best to glare at the man in front of me. He grabbed my chin and forced my head up so he was looking into my eyes.

"The General wants you alive," He said, "Otherwise I'd kill you myself. Coming into my camp, beating my soldiers, and then tricking me. And the General just disappears and thinks he can take over whenever he returns. If he doesn't want you dead then I'll make you pay for every moment you stay alive."

He reached behind my head and undid the muzzle, throwing it to one of his guards.

"I'll make you wish you were dead!" He seethed.

I spat at his boots and lifted my head again to look him in the eyes, glaring at me.

Suddenly, I was being thrown back against the wall, my head bashed into the wall and I fell to the ground again. All I could do was laugh, my face was pressed against the ground and my legs were tangled up in the chains, my arms slightly elevated as the chains tugged on them.

"One day," I chuckled, "I'll be back here again, and I'll stand where you stand now. I'll make you beg for mercy. I'll remember all of this, and I promise I will make you pay!"