Young Writers Society

A/N: This is actually from a book I'm writing and I might actually put this in the book, if I can make it be like that. So sorry if this is a bit confusing! My friend told me to post something, so here it is... Also! There is some blood, and violence in here. So, disclaimer.

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The whir of the machine made my heart clench as my lungs screamed for oxygen. It seemed as if the whole world was underwater, but which way was up? Another scream came, and I don’t know if it came from me.

"I told you not to play with fire, dearest sister..."

Laughter echoed across the walls as white filtered into my vision, making me go blind. Another inhuman screech came from my mouth, and I felt numb to the core. Welcome to the madness, the voices whispered. Permanently you stay, permanently you belong.

"Nothing can save you now.

"You were always useless, right from the start."

Another laugh. Another scream. Whose even were they?

Dearest Kaelin…Ah, what a fool you are. The amount of ignorance you had was sheer surprise to other people, but not for me. Not for me.

A mild stinging sensation fell on my cheek, and I gasped at the sudden strike. I could barely make out the blurred figure in front of me, only making out its white blurry silhouette.

"If you think he will save you, you’re wrong. Your friends won’t even make it past the gate."

No! They are strong. They will get me. They will save me. They have to...

"I taught you better than that little one…"

You taught me nothing since you are nothing, and always will be.

"I’m more than you could ever know, sister."

Another sting. The bright white light was still there, blinding my eyes. The ringing in my ears never ceased. It was like a bell was in my head, and it wouldn’t stop clanging, no matter how much I told it to.

"We played like this as kids, don’t you remember? Every time you did something wrong, there would be pain."

A dry chuckle filled the room, cruel and cold.

"That was a fun game, wasn’t it?"

I liked the game where you weren’t in my life, when you were just a shell of yourself. A ghost, a shadow…You were nothing. I believed you were dead. You made me believe that, at least.

This time, she leaned down, and over all the ringing and all the pain, I heard the softest voice. It was so calm, so innocent, even if the words’ meanings were deadly.

“It’s okay to be the lower rank, sister… You were always weak, trying to be strong. Your attempts were pathetic like the life you always lived. I watched as you grew up, how you wished to be something you weren’t and never will be. You played in the woods, you laughed, you played, all in spite. All along, you were nothing but a monster, a mere creature, that would destroy everything it touched or loved, damned for all eternity.”

Deceit through the shushed, silken tone - That is what I truly received. I saw her eyes through my pain, her eyes that I thought were once beautiful, a deep crystal blue, like an ocean. At once, I stopped. I stopped struggling.

“It’s also okay to have nobody love you.” I whispered, my voice hoarse and cracked with exhaustion. “It’s okay to be the one fearing instead of being feared. Because that’s life, dearest sister.”

She raised her palm up, and the machine sent a burst of energy through me, and I didn’t scream at this. I only looked at her with a challenging look in my eyes, as if to say: “Hit me with everything you got, I won’t move.”

My head screamed for her to stop - to stop this madness that is called torture. The lightning ripped through my veins, tearing me apart from the inside. I wanted to scream, but I bit my lip to stop the muffled screams coming from my mouth. Something cold dripped down my chin, and I felt the faint splat on the floor. I darted my tongue out to catch more. Was I crying again? Why did it hurt so much?

The taste was like eating pure, liquid metal. Blood. That’s what this is.

A scornful laugh echoed throughout the walls, bouncing around, reverberating in my ears.

Stop.

Stop!

My eyes started to turn a dark red, like a deep shade of blood, as darkness swarmed around me, making anyone on the outside unable to make contact with me.

I wanted to represent life when I was younger.

But I am death.

After all, I had to learn.

My deepest power has unleashed.

I will not fear. I will rise.

Like the darkness of night.

I will conquer.