You Know Me Now

Color Blind

Lana's POV

        I awoke in a dungeon. It was not the typical thing I ws used to, but it was infact more comfortable than the forest floor. I didn't have bugs and leaves in my hair, because believe it or not, the dungeon was extreamly comfortable. Not at all how you might expect, with bars and and no windows. Not to say that being in a pack prison was entirley comfortable either, because honestly I would rather not be in this situation. 

        I look down at my tatoo. It was still burning, and more beautiful than I could ever imagine. I was expecting something with intricate designs,  but this was so brutal and intense that it was pretty in a ugly way, if that made any sense. I spent some time admiring it, because i'm not sure how much longer I would get to admire this beautiful sight. 

        Even though it is on my body, doesn't mean I get to admire it all of the time. I would have to go and see the disipline officer of the pack, and convince them not to kill me. Because honestly, I don't think dying would be all that fun. But you never know untill you try, right?

         The room wasn't hotel comparable worthy, but it was nice. The bed was comfy, but a boring brown with one pillow in the middle. There are no windows, making the room have a more sufficating feeling. There is a boring, nondescript nightstand, holding only a glass of water and a tray of food. The food is also nondescript, a block of cheese, turkey, ham, and bread. And a lamp with one bulb.

        The floor is concreate with a large rug over it. I guess this is meant to be somewhat human, but in a fight what is this going to do? I compare this to be like an egg dropping down from afar onto a concreate floor. But alas, there is, of course, a tissue there, with the hope of helping it preserve.

        I hear footsteps down the hall. I think that more than one person is coming, but of this I cannot be sure. I get anxious, because what do I do if they come for me? Do I resist? Because I am almost sure that they are going to kill me. And they have a right to, because I am a rouge. A rouge who decided to tresspass on thier land.

        The footsteps grow closer, and now I can determine that it is only one person coming. But I think I might just be freaking out for nothing, because there is nothing saying that I am the only person in this prison. I hope that I'm not, because this hope is the only thing that I am riding on. I'm riding on this hope for the sheer thoughts and love of my fading sanity.

        The door starts to slowly open, and I can't help but think that this is going to end badly. I mean, they came to see me this quickly, so either this is a very good thing, or a very bad thing. I mean, either thay are letting me go, or they are going to kill me.  And I'm not sure of the one I prefer. If I die, then I don't have to worry about finding my soulmate anymore, or fighting with My animalistic side.

        But on the other hand, if I die, then my soulmate has to face the world alone. Do I really want to put somebody through that? No, I don't because that would be just cruel. I don't think that I am a particularly cruel person, though, yes I can be rather mean sometimes.

I was so busy spacing spacing out that I didn't notice the woman in frount of me. She was very pretty, with brown skin, like a mocha. But she had blue eyes, a beautiful color, almost that of a crayola. They were luminescent, almost making a glow. Infact, they were the only thing that I could focus on for a few minuites. Then I focused on her shara. It was big, red and obnoxious. But it was also so beautiful. Almost like her eyes.

        The wierd contrast of the eyes and the shara made a huge difference whenever I took the time to fully appriciate the rest of her face. She had sharp cheekbones that made her look serious and intimidating. Her hair was also a strange color of red, almost a matalic color. It was parted down the middle, giving her a look of innocence. Her nose was slightly upturned and she had a small bow shaped mouth. 

 The sound of this woman clearing her throat brought me out of my quiet reserve. I finally realized that staring at the woman who was most likley going to kill me was rude. It also didn't help my chances any at all. "So," She said, her voice an overlay of different sounds. "Your the one. It's you."