Transcript if the font was hard to read: _________________________________________ The sky rapidly darkened, shadows grew longer and lights began glowing from houses and castles. Cuts littered her pale skin, her once-wonderful clothes now in a ragged and bloody mess, and her hands bound with shackles, she glanced about and looked defeated. She sighed. If that wasn't for that... THING, she wouldn't be in this hot mess. But wasn’t she guilty too? Nothing would have happened if she had only kept that thing under control. The shadows shifted in the candlelight outside the barred door. Zielle held her breath, her eyes closed tightly, and hoped, unlike last time, it wouldn’t end so badly. The door opened, and a man stepped in, looking as elegant and well-dressed as ever, the face she didn’t want to see, not in the state she was in. “My oh my,” Fallon purred, walking up to her, crouching, and lifting her chin with a pointed finger so that her tired and defeated eyes met his gleeful ones. “How absolutely splendid it is to see you reduced to this whimpering, bloody mess…” Zielle shook her head to throw off his finger in disgust. “Why are you here?” She snarled, looking feral. “Never spoke to me then, have you? why now, you…you absolute cimex!” She made to lunge at him. “You’re fighting a losing battle, Zielle,” Fallon whispered, drawing a sword and pointing it at her. “One more step forward, and you know what will happen…We both do…” Zielle’s eyes widened in fear. “You wouldn’t dare, Fallon. You work with your morals, don’t you? And this is against it, isn’t it?” she whispered, eyeing the tip of his sword, face tilted upwards, taking in short, sharp breaths, fogging its shining blade. “It’s my morals I choose to go against. What’s it to you?” He said, moving the sword closer to her throat slowly. “They told me I’d find a powerful weapon here, capable of destroying this world, turning it into shambles, but they never told me it was you,” Fallon said quietly. “I don’t expect them to,” Zielle said. “They wouldn’t tell a person like you, would they?” “It’s true then?” Fallon let his sword fall to the ground, where it cut into Zielle’s knee; she hissed in pain, the blood from the cut now slowly spewing onto the floor, but Fallon didn’t care. “Is it true?” he asked again, his face a mere three inches from hers. “Even if it is,” Zielle gasped in pain as Fallon roughly yanked the sword away from her. “How will that change any of this?” “Don’t overcomplicate this, Zielle. Yes or No. It’s that simple,” Fallon said, pacing the cell, his face a deadly calm. “If that’s what you’re here for, might as well go away,” she answered. “Some things just aren’t meant to be revealed. But you know that, don’t you? You’re a smart one, You know what’s wrong with me, you know how it happened, you know what will happen, yet you ask. How much more damage do you all want to do, how much more do you all want to milk out until there’s nothing left?” Tears now streaked her dirty cheeks, voice cracked. “Are you done?” Fallon said, tapping his foot impatiently. “So was that a yes or a no?” Zielle glared at him, angrily wiping her tears with her dirty sleeve, rage overpowering her emotions. “You know the answer, Fallon. Now perite.” Fallon tilted his head, sporting a childish pout. “That’s not a nice thing to say,” He mocked, crouching in front of her again. “When will you learn, Zielle, that you weren’t meant to be? That this was what was in place for you, That this was your destiny?” She didn’t stop the tears from leaking out of her eyes, nor did she make any movement to wipe them off. She’d had enough of this nonsense, she’d had enough of everything. All she wanted was to be free, free of these shackles that bound her, free of what she was being held in and tortured for. “That’s right,” Fallon whispered, slowly standing up. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Realising the truth? Lying to yourself is harder, isn’t it?” Zielle looked up at him, the flame in her long since extinguished. “Leave me alone,” she said, returning to gaze to the floor of the cell. Fallon narrowed his eyes, boring it into her very soul, yet she made no move to fight off. “Weak,” He spat, but walked out, slamming the door with a resounding crash behind him as he left. Zielle let her head bump against the rough, black wall, and let her emotions overtake her. Her shoulders shook with heaving sobs, and she clutched her bleeding leg, blood staining her hands. Eventually, she dozed off. (Continuation under.)
(Continuation) A sharp, burning pain rushed up from her knee to her stomach, making her feel sick. An icy cold jet of some sort of liquid hitting her gash made her cry out. “Shut up, or you’re going to get both of us into deep trouble,” She heard someone say in a loud whisper. Zielle blearily opened her eyes, blinking rapidly, and tried sitting up, but felt someone push her back. “W- What are you doing here?” Zielle asked, face now very pale, tinged with green. “Trying to save your life,” The girl said, now tightly tying a piece of cloth over the cut. “I’m surprised you even came in here,” Zielle snorted. “Given the fact that you sold me off to this stinking dump,” “People change, Zielle. So do their intentions.” Calliope said, and then heaved a sigh as Zielle’s leg stopped bleeding. She looked at her with an odd expression. “About my brother…” She fidgeted with her fingers. “He…He’s not in his right mind anymore…” Zielle gave a dry, mirthless laugh. “Anyone can see that…Power-hungry…Vain…So full of himself…” Calliope looked guilty. “What…What did he do to you apart from…that?” She asked nervously. Zielle looked down, the colour she’d regained draining from her face. “Asked if I was the damn weapon people talk about…Of course, He knows everything. The weapon’s living off me…It’s what’s causing-” -- Her surroundings melted into the darkness. If people were around, she was sure they would get eaten by it. The ground below her seemed non-existent, a cold, freezing wind blowing around her. A noise came from it, broken and staticy, like a voice through a bad phone line. Then it came again, the very thing she despised. The thing that caused this mess. “Enjoyed your time alone?” it said. “Y- You’ve broken me!” Zielle said, voice cracking under the pressure to keep herself from having a breakdown. “What?” it said, sounding genuinely shocked. “You think I broke you? Oh, no Darling. I bent you! And you are going to see just how much worse I can make things for you before I’m done…” “Much worse?” She asked. “why to torture me, when you can just kill me and be done with it?” Silence. Plain silence was all that answered her question. -- Someone was roughly shaking her shoulders, Their voice desperate. She tried moving, but it felt like her body had gone completely paralyzed. Her head had gone blank with panic and wanted to scream, but her voice was stuck in her throat, constricting it, refusing to go any further. “D- Don’t you dare die on me, Zielle,” A voice said, breaking with anguish. She wanted to reassure the person that she was alright, but couldn’t move. “I promised myself you wouldn’t die here! Not in this dump,” She heard it again. Her head was foggy, unable to process a single thought, yet she pushed, willing it to clear. “I’ll be fine,” She groaned, trusting whoever was speaking. “He’s coming back…” She winced as she heard the squeak of a rusted metal door and the soft footfalls of leather shoes approaching. “He’s coming,” She whispered breathlessly, face now a pasty white, blood drained. (End) ________________________________________ (Abandoned) ________________________________________ TW: mild Gore, Mild violence, language. _________________________________________ It's not much, but it's honest work! *shrug* Okay, @earlobes330_stories for the background idea, and for helping me script Zielle ♥ Pinterest for the plot, names, helping me survive writer's block.♥ Canva for the background and text♥ . Word for the stats (1308 words)♥ _______________________________________ I used 'said' too much A few Latin swears in there, so I really hope none of you know Latin ;P I was scared to share this, but yeah, here you go... ________________________________________ Should I continue? ________________________________________ lmaoo this is absolute rubbish
