Chapter 10

+jayden's point of view+ Guards stalked up and down the line of cells. The keys to our cells jingling in a metal circle as they spun it around their fingers. Our only light was a torch that barely went into our cells. Marble made up the walls, but since of its elderly age, it crumbled underneath slight touches. We all slept on cots with its sharp springs sticking out. Just waiting for you to roll over too far or to place your flesh where you are not supposed to. This was not protection; this was another Hell. Lucifer took the shape of a woman here and I longed to see her head on a stick. I wondered where my friends were. Were they hurt or were they now just a pile of ashes somewhere? Anger filled in me and mixed in with my sadness. I wanted to see them again. Was that too much to ask? Then, a gentle voice broke my thoughts, "Jayden? Jayden, is that really you?" I turned my face to the direction where I had heard it. Sitting on his cot was a young man. He was had great stature; a paler complexion than mine; his eyes shimmered like a demon's should; he had short, sable hair with a tint of crimson in it and his clothes' arms and shoulders were torn. This young man, I assumed, was a rebel, but then his aura hit me. It was weak and afraid. He was a broken immortal. Recognition set in, "Jay? Oh, Jay!" "Sh, Jayden," Jay whispered, putting a finger to his lips, "Alania. She will hear you and punish us both!" This was not the Jay I knew. The Jay I knew and adored didn't take shit from nobody. If anybody tried to force rules down his throat, he would fight until the bloody end. It was like the old Jay Gordon slipped away like sand in a hour glass and the new Jay Gordon was scared of everything. Alania destroyed an innocent soul... to be continued...