Halo-Born

Chapter 23

Hiya! So...it took me two days, but this chapter is done. To be honest, I don't really like this chapter, but it's written. Thanks for all the support. That is my readers and my fans. Thanks for the votes and Happy New Year!!! 

A/N: For this whole chapter I was listening to various sad piano songs like the on that I put down there. It really helped me write this chapter and other chapters as well. 

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 I groaned and opened my eyes to a bright light. There was still some pain on my side, but I shoved it aside. That couldn't get in my way. I had to figure out what happened to me. I saw Lucas. He rescued me before I feel splat on the ground. Was there still good in him? Was it an order? I may never know. The only thing that wasn't rock was the metal bars keeping me locked up. The only light there was in here was a single torch.

There was no means of escape in here. It all looked the same. Just a bunch of rocks forming a wall. I wasn't strong enough to push anything out of the way. My wound still hurt. As I sat up, it stung, making me scream in agony. It didn't feel like it did earlier. There was a bandage around my waist, but that one part was soaked with my blood.

I dared not touch it. It could hurt even more, but I did have to move. If I wanted to survive, I had to move. My body was already numbing from the blood loss. I had to keep myself warm. In the darkness, warmth was barely accessible, and so I cuddled close to the the tiny flame burning in my prison. It wasn't much, but it kept me warm. It used to be so hot before. I remember. It made me take off my jacket. Why was it so cold now?

My body leaned against the damp wall, tired from the action. My mind was dulled and my strength diminished. This feeling was new. New and scary. It felt like death. I was also underground, stuck in the demon's keep. I was weak here. Nature didn't obey me. It didn't power me. It kept me powerless and defenseless. The only weapon I had was a knife. I pulled air out of my pockets. Oh. It must have fallen down the huge pit.

I sighed and slumped down into a hopeless pile. The fight was over. I was caught. Vincent was right again. Why didn't I listen? Why didn't I stay? Why was it always my fault? The blame would never go to anyone. Just me. The effort to make everything normal again became this disaster, and it became my fault again. Always. I should just stop trying. I should let the others take the fall for all of my mistakes.

A guard walked past my animal's cage and stopped right in the middle. He gave me a crooked smile and called a fellow guard to come by. They both laughed at me and taunted me. They called me names and tested me. I didn't move. As insane as it sounds, they were right about me. I've given up. I was done trying to fight.

They spat inside my cell and kept on laughing while I stayed sitting by the candlelight. I couldn't do anything about them. They were stronger than me. They could come in and beat me, and all I would do is cry and thrash around. I was weak, and I might as well look like that little girl that I freed earlier. I was famished and half dead. What strength I did have was totally gone.

“Behold,” one guard said dramatically in an accent that sounded English. “Faith, the strongest of all halo-born! Look at her, sad, alone, and cowardly. Look at her in her shame! Bah! Daughter of Zachariah. Don't look like it.”

I wasn't angry at that. The other agreed. He said in an Italian accent, “Zachariah is too grand, my friend. Wouldn't his daughter be as well? Surprised that they both ended up here. Two of the greats both end up in this filth.”

The British guard looked bored. “Come on,” he urged. “Let us go. This daughter of the Laws is nothing anymore. Weak, pathetic, and dead just like her father.”