The Beginning of The End
Chapter 55

I leave Maddox and Ryker to finish their breakfast alone, I didn't feel hungry anymore, and I was afraid that if I tried to eat anymore, I would only vomit it straight back onto their clean table. It wouldn't be a pretty sight.

It wouldn't feel nice either.

Suer is by my side again, and he is no longer limping when he walks. I'm glad I didn't cause him serious injury. Especially when I never meant to hurt him.

I only wanted to teach the doctor a lesson he won't forget, and he didn't. Later that day he came back with the right supplies and actually helped Miya.

She would get better, she wouldn't die. He couldn't allow her to, not when Ryker's threat hung over his head like a noose ready to rid him of life.

"I'm sorry you know." I begin, Suer looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I didn't mean to throw you into a wall."

I probably should have apologised days ago, but I was still angry that he decided to stop me. He shouldn't have interfered, it's true.

But I also shouldn't have used my power against him when he was probably only doing it for my own good.

He was loyal that way. And he has never hurt me.

Not even when he wanted to when he first met me.

My existence here goes against everything he was taught to believe. That must be hard.

Just like it's hard for me to trust any of them without feeling the need to run them through with something sharp.

I've never been a murderer by choice, but life tends to throw some fucked-up things at you.

He's quiet. Staring. Two eyes staring straight into mine. I don't know what he is thinking, and I'm starting to worry. Does he want to hurt me?

Would that make him feel better?

"You can hate me if you like." I say with an almost laugh, heart racing. "But I just thought you should know that I didn't mean it. I didn't even know it was you." This time I do laugh. "Rage has a funny way of blinding logic."

"I don't blame you for what you did." He finally says, opening the door to the servants area where Miya is being kept.

I'm not allowed here alone.

One. Two. Three seconds pass.

I wait for him to say more.

He doesn't.

"I guess being a hellhound means you know your fair share of anger issues." I joke, bumping my elbow into his ribs.

He doesn't laugh, neither do I. It was a bad joke.

"We are naturally violent as a species, so yeah, I know violence." He looks down at me and stops walking, I stop too, waiting to see what he says. "It used to be all I knew, but

I didn't want to be like hand." A hand runs through his hair. A long sigh crosses his lips.

"I always thought I was strange for wanting to be different. For wanting to be... Gentler."

I stare at him, shocked.

This is the most he has ever said to me.

The first time he has talked about himself.

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to be gentle." I say, wanting to give him some sort of comfort. "Not everyone is the same, that's what is so special about people, we are all different. No matter the race."

I pat his arm. It isn't a hug, but I don't think we are quite ready for that just yet.

We have come further together than I ever thought, but we are still worlds apart.

He is sworn to protect me. I vowed to destroy his entire race.

We are not the same.

Not by a long shot.

"Come on." He says with a crooked grin. "Let's go get your friend to agree to be a slave."

I laugh. It's short and almost painful. "When you say it like that you make it sound like an impossible task."

He begins walking again. Staying close. "It may very well be."

I frown, half jogging to keep up with him. "Well I hope not, I don't like the alternative."

He stops again, backing me into the wall.

My pulse quickens. Sweat forms across my back.

"You have to prepare yourself Elora, she may not see it the way that you do." He glances around, leaning close. "These halls are filled with death, remember that."

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I startle, shoving him away with the palms of my hands. "I don't care if the halls have shadows, my friend means more to me than anyone else here and I want to help her. I promised to keep her alive."

I swore it so many times that it's hard to forget. It's grown its own place in my mind.

"I'm just telling you to be ready for the alternative." He says with a shrug. "You don't have to listen to me, but the other slaves say she is hysterical. Screaming, fighting. She bit someone when they tried to help her."

I begin walking again, even though I don't know where I am going, but it doesn't take Suer long to catch up and show me the correct way to go.

All the while my head screams at me.

Miya would never attack anyone. She wasn't capable of hurting anyone else.

She was a protector and she had a soft heart. She didn't want to fight, even when she had to.

What has changed?

Did spending time alone in that dungeon really change her that much?

I guess I am about to replace out.

And for better or worse, I know I'll have to accept whatever decision that she makes.

I just have to hope that she chooses life.

I want her to choose ME.