The Other Prisoner

Celina is still trapped in the chaser's prison....but she's not the only one.

Chapter 2:

 

I am standing on the edge of a cliff. I can see the ocean spread out beneath me. Next to me is my sister. She smiles, and reaches out to squeeze my hand. I smile back. I open my mouth, trying to tell her how much she’s missed and how much I have to tell her. But then she disappears. I walk in circles, trying to find her. I try to scream her name, but no words come out. Then something grabs me. I turn around and see the same boy who took me away the first time. I twist and struggle, but he doesn’t let go. Then I see Ryna, standing in front of me. The same boy appears again, holding a knife. He moves towards Ryna, and I shove the boy off of me, but it’s too late. Ryna is laying on the edge of the cliff, blood pouring from the spot where her heart is. Then she falls, down into the water. Just before she hits it, her eyes open, and she glares at me. Then her voice appears out of no where, and whispers in my ear,

“It was your fault that I died.”

“I’m sorry, Ryna! I tried to protect you!” I cry, my voice suddenly working.

“You live, but I am dead. You saved your own skin and let me die.”

“I was only 10! I was barely any older than you!” I sob.

“You didn’t save me. If you hadn’t left, I would still be alive.”

“They told me you were dead!”

“You believed their lies?” her voice asks. It is cold and bitter. It’s not Ryna.

“You aren’t Ryna. Ryna would understand. She would know how much I miss her, and how much I would do to get her back.”

“Am I not?” the voice asks, laughing mockingly. I hesitate, and the voice laughs again, its mocking cackle bouncing off the cliffs…

I wake up shivering. It was just a dream. I look slowly around my cell, which is completely dark. The light bulb must have gone out. In fact, the only light in the prison is coming from the cell next to mine. It looks like a fire, but I can’t be sure. I get up, walking over to the series of iron bars where our cells connect.

“Hello? Is there anyone in there?” I ask, which is a really stupid question. Fires don’t start themselves in lightless underground prisons. The fire immediately sputters out, and I hear something that sounds very similar to shoes on concrete.

“I know you’re there.” I say, feeling annoyed. There is no reply.

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk to me, go right ahead.” I snap, sitting down again.

 

I guess I must have fallen asleep at some point, but because when I woke up, another fire was flickering in the cell next to mine. But this time, the person is leaning against the wall of their cell, with the fire right in front of them. Being careful not to make any noise, I move closer, trying to get a good look at the person’s face. It’s obviously a guy, but it isn’t until I get closer that I realize that the fire isn’t in front of him.

It’s in his hand.

“I’m not the only one.” I whisper in awe. The boy turns towards me, looking me in the eye. Then I see it.

This isn’t some random person.

This is the boy who took me away from Ryna.

 

 

“You!” I hiss, standing up. I grip onto the bars of the cell, my mind racing a mile a minute.

“You took Ryna! You took me away! You killed her didn’t you?” I yell, furious.

“I remember you. You’re the girl who jumped off a cliff. They said you died!” he says, only a foot away from me.

“Well, I didn’t, did I?” I seethe. The boy who captured me. The entire reason Ryna is dead, and he is right in front of me.

“ It was over 100 feet in the air! There’s no way you could have survived that.” He says, just as the light flickers back on, bathing us in dingy yellow light.

“Well, I did.” I snap. I look around for something I could use, preferably water. I spot a leak in the pipe that runs above my cell, which is causing a small puddle to form on the floor. I twist my wrist slightly, and the water forms a small ball, about the size of a baseball. I watch in satisfaction as it throws itself at him, nearly knocking him over. He coughs, spraying water all over the floor.

“That was for Ryna, you…” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Water? Your gift…is water?”

“What does it matter to you? Oh, yeah, you’re Commander Isaac’s son. You’ll go running to him and tell him what I can do. Guess what? You can do your worst. I’ve lost everyone I care about. I am alone, and I’m not afraid of death.” I rant, glaring at him.

“I’m not the Commander’s son. Not anymore. Did you even stop to think why I’m down here with you?” he asks, his voice getting louder.

“No, but does it matter? You captured, you killed, you caused misery and pain…And you ruined my life.” I seethe. He growls, scowling at me.

“Oh, I ruined your life? If you and your kind didn’t exist, my father wouldn’t be obsessed with his stupid hunt, and might actually care about me.” He says angrily.

“My kind? You filthy hypocrite! You are one of us! I saw what you were doing in your cell. No, you’re not only gifted, but your gift corresponds with mine!” I yell. He looks at me, and doesn’t say anything. He just turns around and sits down as far away from me as possible.

“I have a name, you know.” He says.

“Don’t care.” I snarl, sitting down at the edge of my cell.

“It’s Seth.” He says, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Celina.” I whisper quietly.

Author's Note

I am planning on fixing their conversation because I know it's a little confusing.