Deamiel
Chained to the ceiling and suspended in mid-air her mind seemed to drift through nothing. The only evidence of time passing was the distant trickle of water forming ripples in a pool at her feet, the liquid leaking from some broken plumbing. The room used to be lit up, lights shining brightly while the walls were a well maintained sterile white. But with time the lights flickered out of power. The walls become the breeding ground for mould. The isolation having eaten away at her soul like a peasant having his first meal after starving for weeks.
She dreamt of escaping for god knows how long. Then she smelt burning, her nostrils flaring as she snapped her eyes open only to feel the streaks of tears curve their way down her cheek. Her saviour was a young boy with fire licking at his feet with a cat mask hiding his features.
"Come..." His voice was commanding and seemed to have struck a chord in her. Her lips quirked upwards as her body felt a sudden rush of energy. It seems the restraints on his wrists had been disabled by the flamed which devoured everything in their way. Grinning ecstatically, her blood red eyes glowed eerily. Mayhem ensued.