To Rise From the Ashes (A Lost Prophecy)

Secrets Untold (i)

{Felicity's POV (unedited)}

The hooded man walked towards us, and with his hands protected in black gloves, he bent the silver rods that had caged us, and walked inside, free as a bird.

We gaped in shock, as many things happened one by one but as each incident passed by, it was more unexpected than the other. The bars that we could never get through was simply snapped making a hole, big enough for people to get through. 

He came to us, making weird signs with his hands, presumably signs of peace making, that we need not be scared, as his face had been shadowed by his hood. But his evil grin never dropped, which granted more suspicion. Finally, he kneeled down  and came to a height similar to ours while we were caged, on our knees. 

I wanted to cower away, run away with everyone, and scream out that he was dangerous, I mean who wouldn't seeing a murder scene in front of us without a bit of remorse.

He suddenly put his hand in his big leather coat, and brought out a huge hair pin, and started poking around our locks and successfully opened it, in a matter of a few seconds.

He looked at us again, and removed the hood, that covered his face, and we were astonished. 

It revealed his face, brown skin, and black cropped hair, with strikingly electric blue eyes, with variations of different blue, striated. Such a weird combo, but looked devilishly fine. Not hot, just fine.

 The grin on his face grew wider, and but looked so kiddish, just like he did. We mistaken-ed him to be a 15 year old teenager, with that grin of his? We thought much smaller. 

A faint smile appeared on my face, as I knew this man in front of us wouldn't hurt us at all. What mattered the most was, that we were free.

We were going to head outside, but he stopped us.

"Wait." he stopped us with his deep voice. Me and Marc almost jumped as we didn't expect him, a kiddy face with a manly voice?

Nope. And luckily my mind agreed with me.

We turned back to face him, still inside the cage. He put his hands inside his coat again, and brought out a bunch of keys. 

He looked at them surprised, and threw it to us, which Marc caught, but a bit slow because he still had scars all around his wrists as well as his body.

Why did he struggle with the hair pin, when he had those keys?

"Your duty is to free the other rogues that have been stuck in here, and just please don't unlock those insane ones.... that is, if you don't want to die."

Our heads bobbed up and down, almost instantly without a second thought to his words. We definitely didn't want to die especially when we just got our freedom.

He skipped playfully and leapt out of the cage. As we continued to watch him walk away from us, he turned back at us, with a serious expression.

"Guys, don't you feel anything?" He asked questionably.

I looked at Marc who gave the same confused expression as mine. Then monotonically looked back at the man who looked at us in shock.

Huh? I thought to my self. What's going on?

"Don't you feel the heat?" he asked us. 

That's when I noticed the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, as he panted. 

I looked at Marc just to make sure what I saw was true, and I saw his white shirt drenched with his own sweat.