'Wait one more day, if they don't leave by tomorrow's train then either throw them down here or out of Urydale.' The sentence repeated in my head. They know we are here for a reason and they know we are planning something.
Tomorrow afternoon, that is the deadline.
I listened closely as they stepped out of the cell, each footstep sounding heavier and slower in my head. Finally, the door creaked at the rusted hinges and it was swung closed with a clank. I took in a deep breath, counting the footsteps that were fading away.
I was still wrapped in Zane's arms, my head resting on his chest, I stayed still, just listening to his heart drumming in his chest. He was breathing heavily, his arm around me was a gentle embrace but the one holding my phone was gripping it tightly, eyes screwed shut as he held the phone to the wall. His knuckles were white and I was reminded of something.
He said that he was beaten too, he said he was caught when he had tried to sneak in. He knew about this hiding place in this particular cell.
"What happened?" Jerek said through the earpiece, waking me up. I sat up straight and Zane's eyes snapped open with the movement. I jumped to my feet, my eyes reflecting the panic slowly setting me in. Before Zane could even try to stand, I scurried through the small space and stumbled out of the niche.
Resen was on the floor, his arm bent at an odd angle. I stepped closer to him, my feet heavier with each step. I fell on my knees before him, the biting concrete hurt me little, my eyes were solely focused on Resen.
His eyes were swollen shut, black and purple blotches covered his face, the crimson cuts shining with fresh blood on his sunken cheeks.
I placed my hands under his head, the sob coming out of me in broken cries. Zane stepped from behind me, Placing his hands under him to help me raise him in a sitting position. Resen was like a sack of flour in Zane's arm, he lolled to the side, coughing blood that dripped down his chin with painful breaths. I rubbed my hand on his back, trying to help the only way I could.
"Why didn't you use your colour?" I whispered to no one, eyes filling up with tears as the walls echoed Resen's moans. I know why, he can't let them know about the only advantage the colourless have on their side. I know that already.
The message that he sent us cost him more than Kayden would like to hear, his message was what brought us here. And it will be what takes them out of here.
"Ariel?" Jerek asked again, his voice strained in worry.
"Yes, I am fine, we are in the basement" I replied in a whisper
"What? Get out of there now, it is 12:55 Ariel," Jerek sudden yell shook me from my dazed state.I blinked, my heart aching in conflict. I can't leave Resen here. But if we take him with us then they will know someone was here.
But if we leave, what are the chances that they will not kill him later. Will he even survive with the injuries he has? I don't even know if there is internal bleeding.
"Ariel," Zanes' soft whisper drew my eyes to him, his blue eyes were hollow, trapped in memories that he couldn't shake off.
"We need to go," he said. I didn't respond.
"We can't," he said the half-sentence, assured that I will be able to fill in the blanks, and I knew he was right. But how can I just leave someone to die?
"Go," I snapped my eyes to Resen at his humble plea.
"Ariel, you are smarter than this, do you really jeopardize everything you have worked for?" He asked in a croaked whisper and I downcasted my eyes. If I stay here another second I will not only be jeopardising the plan but the safety of the colourless.
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Colourless
FantasyAs wielders of colour, they are your identity, they make who you are, a defender, an offender or a creator. In a reality structured on colours, Ariel's little brother is identified as colourless, something that is never heard of. But she is not some...