Blood of the Abyss

Blood of the Abyss Part 18

Chapter 18

Transcendence

Lysandra

Glass box...I was in a glass box? I stood and glanced around my dark surroundings. The ground was a giant grate and there wasn't much room to move. I pounded on the glass.

"Cas?! Illine?! Anyone?" I called out. There was no answer. Furious, I pounded on the glass again and again, trying to break it, but to no avail. After a few minutes of hitting the glass excessively, I took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. Why on earth was I in a glass box? I shook my head, trying to recall what happened before this moment but drew a blank. I had to get out of here somehow. Taking a second look around, I noticed that the box was only slightly wider than I was. The ceiling to the box was a few feet higher than me, but I was acutely aware of how close the walls were regardless of where the ceiling was. I felt as though I was trapped in a coffin. My heart thundered loudly against my chest and a pit in my stomach. When I looked back down, a figure emerged from the darkness.

"Thank the gods, Caspian!" Some of the fear subsided as I saw his golden eyes.

"Lysandra." He stated flatly. His voice sounded cold to my ears. His eyes stared at me emotionlessly. Those same eyes that had looked at me with so much love and affection now looked empty devoid of life.

"Cas, you gotta get me out of here." I tried to ignore the feeling in my stomach that something was very wrong here.

"Lysandra," he breathed. "You must know that whatever I felt for you was a lie. I never loved you." The words seemed to sit on my chest, forcing air from me. As the words escaped from his lips, I felt water pool at my feet. Looking down, I noticed water surging from the grate at my feet. Panic rushed at me and I looked back at Caspian and began pounding on the glass.

"Cas! We can talk about this later! Help me out of here!" Though Caspian ignored me. He had a dagger in his hands, the tip of it pressing against his forearm. "What the hell are you doing, Caspian?!" I shouted. The water was at my midcalf now and rising faster.

"I don't love you, Lysandra." I heard him utter as he pierced his skin, slicing from his wrist to his elbow in a deep cut. He seemed almost mesmerized as his blood pooled and dripped around his arm and droplets splashed to the ground. Shaken from his daze, he looked at me again.

"I don't love you." He repeated again, and took the dagger in his other hand and cut his other arm in the same way as the other. After finishing the cut, he dropped the dagger which clang to the ground, though the noise sounded distant. He dropped his arms and blood dripped rapidly to his fingertips. He cocked his head as he looked at me. I stared at him horrified; the water was now at my waist. He took a couple steps toward me. His skin was pale as more blood oozed from the wounds. He raised a hand and pressed it against my glass coffin.

"I don't love you." His hand slowly dropped from the glass, leaving a bloody handprint pressed to the glass. He slumped in front of the glass, his arms steadily leaking blood. My mind was cloudy as I watched Caspian bleed out in front of me. The water had reached my neck, but now the water was mixing with Caspian's blood, the water turning more and more red as Caspian continued to lose blood. I was floating toward the ceiling of the glass coffin now, running out of air. There had to be a way out of this, something anything. I tried kicking out at the glass, though my bare feet were no match for it. I was pressed against the ceiling now, taking in the final bits of air before I would be completely submerged in the bloodied water. I took my last breath before I was plunged in red. I would have to hold my breath for as long as possible and hope that someone would be able to find me. I punched and kicked at the glass to no avail. I wanted to scream, but knew that would be unwise. I continued pounding and kicking, trying hard to escape. My heart thundered in my chest, as the darkness seemed to close in around me. My lungs were beginning to burn from the want of air. I closed my eyes, hoping I would be able to hold on just a little longer.