Beneath Black Blood

Beneath Black Blood- Chapter 6. (End of Part 1)

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.

—Oscar Wilde—–

Chapter 6- Reunited Again

   Green is a damp, sad and sour colour. Constantly depressing, filling every corner of the room. A colour that hid violence but promised death. Again I saw green; again I saw that colour- that was strangely becoming significant- as I became suddenly conscious in ice cold water.

Three figures stood in that colours shadow, surrounded by others huddled and masked. Lab equipment and chemicals littered the tables whilst other machines lingered on the walls. Coils upon coils of wire draped around as hissing snakes, and dark shapes flitted around whispering for a soul.

In the epicentre of the room was a chair, it was electric wired, submerged in water, and currently attempting to kill its host. I was the host, the current unfortunate soul they were torturing. 

The chair was pulled upwards from the water container, slowly upwards towards the figures staring faces, leaking with its icy liquid as I came into contact with oxygen. They stared at me with similar expressions of disgust. It pleased me that all I could do was return a hearty grin.  They had brought me to this room and began torturing me, interrogating me, looking for answers. ‘Who are you?’, ‘What are you intentions?’ blah blah blah. The only question I could answer was my name. That was the only thing I knew.

One of the figures in the shadows scowled at me. It was the woman from before. The one with beautiful blonde hair and striking features, her eyes loathed me; they were almost as scary as Liz’s eyes- almost. She growled as she looked into my shaking figure, her rubber gloved fingers caressing my trembling cheek that was coursing with more than 20 volts.

The way she touched me, the way she looked at me, the way she hated me. It was so very intense. In the face of her anger I smiled at her simply because I wanted to antagonise her further.

She chuckled in response, but not in a nice way.

“So your happy, are you? Pleased with yourself after all you’ve done?” She spat at the ground behind her.

“Answer my questions.” She demanded. I almost cried, they’d been asking me questions over and over again, but how could I answer when I didn’t know the answers.

She wanted answers when I had no answers.

“Why are you here? What do you want?”

“Want?”

She gave me a baleful look, “Stop denying it, in this room we all know you’re a monster in human form.” she waved her arms to display the room (or what I’d call the torture chamber)

“We all know you’re up to something, we will not stop until we learn what it is and then under the code of Vengeance we will have you slaughtered in retribution for our fallen comrades.”

I scowled at her, so basically if I talked they would kill me, if I didn’t they would kill me. There was no reasoning with this woman.

“You’re one of the creatures at the centre of the human disaster. Our organisation, the HFA, have tried and failed to destroy your species many times, struggling to defend our borders against your kind. Even if you’re winning the war don’t think we will bow down to your kind and let you waltz into our borders. I personally have a vendetta against you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said honestly, but honesty only received a sharp slap from her gloved hand. A slap hard enough that my front tooth audibly snapped. Blood dribbled down from my mouth and she smirked again, continuing to speak again as if it hadn’t happened.

 “What species are you? A vampire? A ghoul? Perhaps some type of demon?”She interrogated. “I know this pain is nothing to you” she muttered bitterly as she watched my tooth visibly grow, healing itself, in front of her. “Our rising sea-levels, devastating pollution, and lack of resources. This current doomed world, is all due to damn monsters like you!!! All because you monsters created an atmosphere you could thrive in!!” She accused me, yet didn’t look at me, looking instead at the ceiling with a dazed expression.“Since the start humans were always being manipulated by you monsters, since the start!”

Her glazed expression went cold.

“Then there was 11.03.2389” she breathed, drinking in my now puzzled face.

“Do you really not know anything?” she purred, with her hands on her hips, her gaze empty.

No, not empty, insane.

“How can you not even have a conscience?” she asked“You look so human so perfectly human.” her hand began to stroke my cheek again.”Yet you aren’t your evil, bloody evil!!!’ she shrieked, exclaiming her words.  At the end of her sentence she drew a broad sword, it glowed strangely blue similar to all the weapons that I was helpless against, she spun it in her fingers. “May our brethren be avenged!!” she hissed

At that moment instead of fear I felt intense anger welling up inside, Every word she said was wrong. I felt it. Lies, lies lies!!!

As her sword point pricked my skin…

There was an explosion with a BANG, which pushed my torturers back. Ripping open the wall behind me. Creating a massive shock wave that made my ears ring. Startling sunlight erupted in to the gloomy room and everyone’s mouths hung in awe as purple flames licked the cindering hole  that had been created. Pressure constricted the air as purple radiating ripples travelled through. Making the it unbelievably hot, like coughing up volcanic ash. 

A man appeared silhouetted in the light. He beheld sinister blue eyes and wavy green and purple hair. His skin was pale but even from a distance I could feel the heat that emitted off him. He radiated warmth, a soft tone, natural and unique. Just by staring at him I felt a rush, I felt a sense of familiarity. I felt relief.

He held a skateboard in his left hand; he was dressed like a DJ and had earphones around his neck, buoyant colour’s lit around him with his vibrant clothes as he leaped onto his skateboard made of purple flames.

He giggled, his lips twisting to shape his light laughs.

“Hello.” he proclaimed, “And goodbye.” he laughed. Disappearing from where he stood and appearing behind me and grabbing my arm in a soft patter of steps. Moving faster then light whilst surrounded by the purple flowing flames which emitted around him as persistent followers.

“Told you I’d save you Mex.” he said as he ripped my bonds. It was him, my light and darkness; I could forget the world but not him. The moment I looked at him I felt a rush. How could I ever forget my best friend?

“Thought you lost me Mex.” he cackled while he wrapped me in purple flames and we vanished in his trail of light.      

Chapter 6 signifies the end of Part 1!!!

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