Writing - Nevena's Torture
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jadedmusingsARGH, posting this here because LJ's ads are ridiculous and being on dial-up, it's damned near impossible to log into my other account. My apologies for those who don't want to see this. However, I think I'm going to have to shut down the writing journal and just move everything back over to one place because I don't feel like paying for two journals.
Also, this won't make a lot of sense to people not in the campaign. Sorry. Just doing it for the game. Heh.
Title: Nevena's Torture
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 961
Summary: Nevena has to wait for the proper moment to escape her torturers.
Warnings: Blood and talk of torture.
Author's Notes: The ending is abrupt as tonight's Ivalice session will pick up where this story leaves off.
The steel bars that served as a door to Nevena’s cell slammed shut after her captors unceremoniously dumped her body onto the cold metal-grated floor. She heard the loud clicks of the locks sliding into place followed by the guards’ footsteps as they walked to the end of the hallway to stand watch. It took nearly all of her remaining strength to roll herself onto her back so that she could breathe more easily. The back of her mouth filled with the taste of copper as blood drained from her nose and into her throat. She wanted to touch it to see if it was broken, but it hurt less to lie there and stare at the ceiling while she waited for the potions the medic had given her to take effect. By morning, the bleeding would stop and she’d be able to stand unassisted. Then, Mr. Poe and Mr. Ment would return for her, and the torture would start anew, only she would be returned to her cell more broken than she was now. One day closer to dying at their hands.
Nevena turned her head to the side to gaze out of her cell. Ten days had passed since she’d surrendered to Poe in order to protect her family and friends from the Twelve. Those ten days may as well have been a lifetime. Mr. Poe had enjoyed spending hours upon hours discovering new ways to inflict pain upon Nevena, trying to find a way to activate the blood-sin. He wanted its power for himself, but in order to learn how to divorce the ancient magic from Nevena, he had to first force her to use it and so far she had managed to thwart his efforts. Her mastery of the blood-sin allowed her to protect it from falling into the wrong hands; however, it had come at great physical cost to her and she knew that very soon she would have no choice but to unleash the blood-sin’s power. She only hoped she could wait until she had a chance at killing Poe and Ment.
A shadow passed over her face and she refocused her eyes on the dark figure leaning against the wall to the right of the cell door. “You’re dying,” it said.
Despite her pain, Nevena started to laugh, a cackle that echoed through the tiny room. She felt a healing cut in her lower lip reopen as she smiled. “If you’ve come to warn me, I already know.” Specs of blood flew out as she spoke.
The figure, having materialized enough to take on the appearance of her ancestor Romeo Guildenstern, pushed away from the wall and walked over to kneel beside her. “What are you waiting for? Kill them.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“When the opportunity presents itself,” she answered.
“They tried to cut the blood-sin off your body today.”
“I know.”
“They were going to skin—“
“I know!” Nevena shouted. A guard left his post at the end of the hallway to peer into her cell. Seeing no one but her, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered something about insanity before walking away. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
“I can still feel the knife carving into my back,” she whispered. “I can hear the crack of my ribs breaking, and I smell his foul breath on my face. If my death is imminent, then I shall rejoice to know these memories needn’t trouble me for much longer.” When she opened her eyes, she saw that Romeo was frowning at her, giving her a look that was almost pitying.
“I was wrong about you.” He shook his head. “You’re mad – madder than I ever was. The blood-sin was right to choose you.”
Nevena chuckled. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to feel honored?”
“No, but this is where I tell you that what power I can offer is yours.” He paused and added, “When the time is right, that is. Though for your sake, I hope that is soon. We’re not much help to you dead.”
“I’m not much help to myself, dead.”
Romeo’s laughter faded away and Nevena was left alone again. She could hear the guards speaking at the end of the hall. Their shift was up and they were briefing the new guards. Though her body needed rest, she forced herself to remain awake and aware. On her first day, she had memorized much of the guards’ routines, and she continued to pay attention. If she were ever going to have a chance to escape it would come at a time when the routine was upset in some way. She could only hope that fate would favor her and that something out the ordinary would happen.
Fate must have heard her silent plea because it was at that moment the airship gave a lurch and the lights flickered. Somewhere above deck, an alarm began to sound and she heard two of the four guards running away to check it out.
“Check on the prisoner, I’m going to make sure these doors are secured.”
“Aye, sir.” The fourth guard’s footsteps became louder as he approached the cell.
Now or never. Nevena looked out the bars, her eyes slowly darkening until they were two black orbs. The blood-sin burned her back as Wellspring energy crept into her veins. As the guard’s shadow stretched over the floor, she closed her eyes and held her breath. Lying motionless on the floor, she waited. The guard called out to her, but Nevena didn’t respond, feigning death as best she could. It was easy to do when her body was already so damaged.
The guard cursed loudly and fumbled with a set of keys, and Nevena waited for his approach.
It was time.
Also, this won't make a lot of sense to people not in the campaign. Sorry. Just doing it for the game. Heh.
Title: Nevena's Torture
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 961
Summary: Nevena has to wait for the proper moment to escape her torturers.
Warnings: Blood and talk of torture.
Author's Notes: The ending is abrupt as tonight's Ivalice session will pick up where this story leaves off.
The steel bars that served as a door to Nevena’s cell slammed shut after her captors unceremoniously dumped her body onto the cold metal-grated floor. She heard the loud clicks of the locks sliding into place followed by the guards’ footsteps as they walked to the end of the hallway to stand watch. It took nearly all of her remaining strength to roll herself onto her back so that she could breathe more easily. The back of her mouth filled with the taste of copper as blood drained from her nose and into her throat. She wanted to touch it to see if it was broken, but it hurt less to lie there and stare at the ceiling while she waited for the potions the medic had given her to take effect. By morning, the bleeding would stop and she’d be able to stand unassisted. Then, Mr. Poe and Mr. Ment would return for her, and the torture would start anew, only she would be returned to her cell more broken than she was now. One day closer to dying at their hands.
Nevena turned her head to the side to gaze out of her cell. Ten days had passed since she’d surrendered to Poe in order to protect her family and friends from the Twelve. Those ten days may as well have been a lifetime. Mr. Poe had enjoyed spending hours upon hours discovering new ways to inflict pain upon Nevena, trying to find a way to activate the blood-sin. He wanted its power for himself, but in order to learn how to divorce the ancient magic from Nevena, he had to first force her to use it and so far she had managed to thwart his efforts. Her mastery of the blood-sin allowed her to protect it from falling into the wrong hands; however, it had come at great physical cost to her and she knew that very soon she would have no choice but to unleash the blood-sin’s power. She only hoped she could wait until she had a chance at killing Poe and Ment.
A shadow passed over her face and she refocused her eyes on the dark figure leaning against the wall to the right of the cell door. “You’re dying,” it said.
Despite her pain, Nevena started to laugh, a cackle that echoed through the tiny room. She felt a healing cut in her lower lip reopen as she smiled. “If you’ve come to warn me, I already know.” Specs of blood flew out as she spoke.
The figure, having materialized enough to take on the appearance of her ancestor Romeo Guildenstern, pushed away from the wall and walked over to kneel beside her. “What are you waiting for? Kill them.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“When the opportunity presents itself,” she answered.
“They tried to cut the blood-sin off your body today.”
“I know.”
“They were going to skin—“
“I know!” Nevena shouted. A guard left his post at the end of the hallway to peer into her cell. Seeing no one but her, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered something about insanity before walking away. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
“I can still feel the knife carving into my back,” she whispered. “I can hear the crack of my ribs breaking, and I smell his foul breath on my face. If my death is imminent, then I shall rejoice to know these memories needn’t trouble me for much longer.” When she opened her eyes, she saw that Romeo was frowning at her, giving her a look that was almost pitying.
“I was wrong about you.” He shook his head. “You’re mad – madder than I ever was. The blood-sin was right to choose you.”
Nevena chuckled. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to feel honored?”
“No, but this is where I tell you that what power I can offer is yours.” He paused and added, “When the time is right, that is. Though for your sake, I hope that is soon. We’re not much help to you dead.”
“I’m not much help to myself, dead.”
Romeo’s laughter faded away and Nevena was left alone again. She could hear the guards speaking at the end of the hall. Their shift was up and they were briefing the new guards. Though her body needed rest, she forced herself to remain awake and aware. On her first day, she had memorized much of the guards’ routines, and she continued to pay attention. If she were ever going to have a chance to escape it would come at a time when the routine was upset in some way. She could only hope that fate would favor her and that something out the ordinary would happen.
Fate must have heard her silent plea because it was at that moment the airship gave a lurch and the lights flickered. Somewhere above deck, an alarm began to sound and she heard two of the four guards running away to check it out.
“Check on the prisoner, I’m going to make sure these doors are secured.”
“Aye, sir.” The fourth guard’s footsteps became louder as he approached the cell.
Now or never. Nevena looked out the bars, her eyes slowly darkening until they were two black orbs. The blood-sin burned her back as Wellspring energy crept into her veins. As the guard’s shadow stretched over the floor, she closed her eyes and held her breath. Lying motionless on the floor, she waited. The guard called out to her, but Nevena didn’t respond, feigning death as best she could. It was easy to do when her body was already so damaged.
The guard cursed loudly and fumbled with a set of keys, and Nevena waited for his approach.
It was time.
