05-11-2009, 02:46 PM
their mental link was as dead as Alex had been, blocked by the drug Silvia had been injected with. Angy nodded when he suggested the central door and followed him through. Beyond the door was a long corridor lined with thick jail like doors on either side. Each one was made of thick wood and iron, with a small bared window at the top so that guards could peek in.
All the Doors seems deserted, all but one, which was near the end of the large corridor to the right. Inside was a small creature, just smaller than a child, dressed in rags and filthy with soot and dirt, curled up in a corridor and looking hopelessly and helplessly at the door.
Serenity brought a dirty hand up to wipe some soot away from her eye. She had lost count of the hours that had passed since her last master had locked her in there, but she was sure the time was now nearing its third day. She had not been fed or cleaned since then, and her hungry stomach was only silenced by the sickening smell in the air and the shame that it brought with it. At the other end of her small jail in the opposite corner from her was what was creating the rancid smell. All her waste, which she had been forced to relieve herself of after not being attended for so long.
She wiped a tear from her eye. Her master, a large burly man, had probably found the key and left her there to rot. She wanted to cry more but she could not afford to waste the water. He had promised to take her with him when he found it so she could serve him outside as well, but had apparently opted to leave here there to rot. She lifted her hands and watched as they trembled from lack of strength. She would not last another night like this, and was only a few maddening hours away from eating her own excrement, her small body having a faster metabolism than that of a human and making her that much more hungry.
She hardly had to worry about that though, since she knew that if it came down to it, she would probably lack the strength to make it to the other corner, and die somewhere in between. The thought brought her a little grim comfort, since she would not have to worry about some other poor prisoner ever find the dung covered corpse of a fairy in the corner, and instead would find and outstretched body instead.
If Alex and Angy walked by her and missed her, then she would die for sure.
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Flare nodded and then looked back to Rain. "You coming?" She asked curiously. Whether she did or did not would not stop Flare from, but she hoped she would not be alone in this. Upstairs Hunter would find more rooms, and a game room, full of devices and games both old and new, magic al and technological, but no Grace.
All the Doors seems deserted, all but one, which was near the end of the large corridor to the right. Inside was a small creature, just smaller than a child, dressed in rags and filthy with soot and dirt, curled up in a corridor and looking hopelessly and helplessly at the door.
Serenity brought a dirty hand up to wipe some soot away from her eye. She had lost count of the hours that had passed since her last master had locked her in there, but she was sure the time was now nearing its third day. She had not been fed or cleaned since then, and her hungry stomach was only silenced by the sickening smell in the air and the shame that it brought with it. At the other end of her small jail in the opposite corner from her was what was creating the rancid smell. All her waste, which she had been forced to relieve herself of after not being attended for so long.
She wiped a tear from her eye. Her master, a large burly man, had probably found the key and left her there to rot. She wanted to cry more but she could not afford to waste the water. He had promised to take her with him when he found it so she could serve him outside as well, but had apparently opted to leave here there to rot. She lifted her hands and watched as they trembled from lack of strength. She would not last another night like this, and was only a few maddening hours away from eating her own excrement, her small body having a faster metabolism than that of a human and making her that much more hungry.
She hardly had to worry about that though, since she knew that if it came down to it, she would probably lack the strength to make it to the other corner, and die somewhere in between. The thought brought her a little grim comfort, since she would not have to worry about some other poor prisoner ever find the dung covered corpse of a fairy in the corner, and instead would find and outstretched body instead.
If Alex and Angy walked by her and missed her, then she would die for sure.
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Flare nodded and then looked back to Rain. "You coming?" She asked curiously. Whether she did or did not would not stop Flare from, but she hoped she would not be alone in this. Upstairs Hunter would find more rooms, and a game room, full of devices and games both old and new, magic al and technological, but no Grace.
