Snow Angel (On Hold)

Chapter Four: Never Give Up

Chapter Four: Never Give Up

I wake up to the loud crash of metal against metal. My eyes shoot open and I'm immediately crouching over my bed in the best attack stance I can get into after just waking up. My eyes search around the room, and I immediately notice that this is nowhere I have ever been before. It's a confined stone cell, with the only opening being a barred metal gate. The smell of the environment is stale and damp, but mostly of death. My heart begins to beat erratically as I take in this unwelcomed scent. It's so dark in the cell that my night vision is actually in full use. I'm crouching on an old cot that's stuffed with dusty straw that pokes through the thin cloth that contains it. A grey scratchy wool blanket is at my feet on the cot. I breathe in a sigh of relief when I realize that I'm still wearing my original clothes with my wings and tail tucked safely inside.

I look around the room to see what could have caused the loud crash, and see a small metal dish on the stone floor of my cell. I cautiously crawl over to the dish, with my eyes searching for anything moving. As I reach the dish, I see that it holds the contents of bread, an unidentified vegetable, and small chunks of mystery meat. Next to the dish is a bowl filled to the brim with water, which I instantly grab and gulp down. I didn't realize how dehydrated I was until I seen the beverage. I only stop for a few seconds to breathe before finishing it off. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and greedily stuff the entire piece of bread into my mouth. As I go to shove a handful of the chunked meat into my mouth, I catch a familiar and dangerous smell. I immediately throw the meat and wipe my hand on the floor of the cell. That smell only belonged to the plant valerian. If given in large amounts, it could easily make a two hundred pound man pass out. It's usually used to help you fall asleep, relieve extreme pain, and to sedate. Though there wasn't quite that much in my food, there was still quite enough for me to become a mindless zombie. I now know why Eve made me study plants and herbs a couple of years ago.

When I regain my courage, I slowly get onto my feet and slowly make my way towards the large metal gate. This is the only way I will be able to get out of here, so I might as well see what I'm up against. As I reach the bars, I look out to see more cages like mine, all with small bodies lying on the skimpy cots. A guard is keeping watch over us prisoners, but he seems to have more interest in watching the back of his eyelids. I take a bar in each of my hands and look out at the lock that bolts my door closed. Of course, there is a padlock on it that can only open with a specific key, a key that I do not have. Looks like I'm going to have to persuade my way out of here. I come up with a bomb-proof plan in a matter of seconds and instantly put it into play. I whistle at the sleeping guard slumped against a wall opposite from my cell.

"Hey you. Yeah, you over there. Mr. Guard! Hello!" I whisper loudly. I whistle a couple more times, but the guard keeps his eyes sealed shut. "WAKE UP!" I yell suddenly, but to no avail. I growl angrily and step away from the bars. Okay, so I have to come up with a different idea, that is unless...

I smile at my new idea. I walk over to the tray containing my now cold food. I pick up the tray and walk over to the bars. I use one hand to slide the tray between the bars and the other to keep the food on the tray. Once I have the tray in my hands on the other side of the gate, I throw it with all my might at the lethargic guard. As the contents of the tray splash all over his face and lap, he jumps up from his seat on the ground and confusedly searches around the prison hallway. When his eyes get to me, I smile sweetly and wave. He gives me an evil scowl and stomps his way up to my gate. I don't back away from my gate, but instead I looked deep into his eyes. His dark green eyes show fierce competitiveness and anger, but also hold grief and loss. After receiving nourishment, my strength has grown immensely. As I took control of his mind, his emotions become blank and his eyes glaze over.