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I (Olive-I) decided to see what was happening down in the torture cavern. It took a while to get down there: it's not a place that you would want to accidentaly stumble apon. The tourture cavern had not been cleaned out for ages, really. It took me a while to get down there: past the cafeteria, down the stair, through the janitor's closet, down the stairs and to the right. Here we are. Exploring the school (on both sides) is one of my most welcomed past-times. As I turned into the cavern, I cursed. "Sweet Jesus--" Loral-I (my half-sister) was dragging a young boy (looking around my age) over to the clanking chains in the opposite corner. She piveted to see where the 'Sweet Jesus' came from. We locked eyes: "Loral-I. . ." (I wispered) She looked up; a magerly shocked look on her face. "Olive-I. Uh, I-I can explain-" She dropped the boy in a heap on the bloody (and dirty) cavern floor. He cried out in pain and rolled over to cough up a mouthfull of blood. I had to turn away. "Olive-I--" Loral-I didn't get a chance to finish-- "I thought I knew you. But i guess I was wrong." "But-t, I-I--" I turned to conseal a single tear. The boy on the dirt driven floor squeeled. Blood and dirt caught in his tears: a lot of tears. I ran over to him and shoved Loral-I out of the way; I knew this wasn't her first. She always had her way (to get people to do what she wanted). I know, it's happened to me before. I shivered: haunted by my dark past. I gave her a peircing glare: I didn't want this boy to have to go through this. I stroked the boys forehead; "It'll be alright." He managed a smile, but grimaced at the pain. "Don't you worry, I'll get you out of here. And in the mean time, I think I'll take care of something. I looked up at Loral-I in time to see a single tear roll down her blood-stained cheek. I was wise enough to figure out tha this was not her own blood; but the boy's. As I stroked his cheek, he whined. Loral-I backed up; smart of her. She knows my full force: the only thing is that I have never turned it on her before. Loral-I backed into a corner and sunk to the ground. Tears exploded in her eyes. "I didn't mean it, I swear. . ." Her voice faded in her tears. I stopped comforting the young boy to turn to Loral-I. I will have to deal with you. But how? She winced; she knows that I mean eveything I say. "This isn't over, mark my words." I shot a look at Loral-I (use your imagination to figure that one out. I took a few strides in her direction; a dagger drawn from my back pocket.
I am ready for anything.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . .
 xiPawdx · Sat Dec 15, 2007 @ 05:24am · 0 Comments |
