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Sentencing-Tika

I feel different. Normally when I wake it is with an overwhelming sense of dread that I know exactly how my day is going to go. For four years I have been wasting away in this prison. I lost hope that first day when they stripped me of everything I owned and threw me away. They gave me a schedule. I was told when I could eat. I was told when I could go outside. I was given limited options on what I could have. I was told that I would no longer have a future. I wasn't a part of society anymore. I believed that I would die there.

This time waking up is different. A feeling swirls in my chest and I frown as I try to decipher it. It's warm and fuzzy. Yet, it's something that I haven't felt in years. When my eyes finally open the lights in the room are bright. I blink around automatically knowing that I am in not in the darkness of the prison. The air here isn't stale and stagnant. It smells chemical almost.

Suddenly my memory returns and I look around the room to see the giant man as he sits on my bed. That warm feeling that was in my chest disappears when he lets it go and inside I start to panic. My heartbeat beats in my ears as I remember why I am here. This place isn't warm and hopeful at all. I have been brought here to die.

As I look into his eyes I feel fear when I see that they aren't human. He is one of the monsters that I saw when the other guy disappeared and turned into that orange beast. I wonder if that is how I am going to die. Will one of them rip me to shreds? Will I be eaten? I wonder which one of these outcomes I deserve after what I have done.

"What is your name?" he ask in a deep baritone. I flinch at the sound of his voice as it shocks me out of my thoughts. I look at him warily wondering why he even wants to know. If he is going to be the one to kill me does it even matter? I know that at this point I probably deserve whatever happens to me but just because I do doesn't mean that I have to play nicely. He might as well just get it over with.

"With what is going to happen to me, does it matter if you know my name?" I ask quietly. A sense of calm has filled my body and I am no longer afraid. After what I have experience the last few years with the loss of all my freedoms, death would be a welcome comfort. It would be a release from the pain.

He cocks his head at my question and he face pierces in contemplation as his eyes start to flash. I stare at the flashing in curiosity wondering why his eyes do that. Deciding that that is something that I don't need to know right now, I decide not to answer the question.

"It does matter that I know your name. It would be hard to proceed with the plan if I do not" He answers as he folds his arms. I blink at the sheer size of them. When he folds them, the fabric of his robes pulls tight over his muscular arms. If I look hard enough I can even trace the veins that pop up on them as they flex. Folding the cover majority of his chest and his stomach. I don't think that I have ever seen arms that big.

I stare at him wondering why he needs to know my name. Does this mean that he can't kill me if he doesn't know? Do I even want to know what will happen once I do tell him. I look around the room as I think about how to answer his reply. It looks like I have been brought to some sort of hospital. The only thing that I can remember is passing out and being caught as I saw that thing. How did I get here?

"Where am I?" I decide to ask.

"This is the clinic that we have here on our grounds. When you lost consciousness, you were brought here to make sure that everything was okay. How do you feel?" he ask looking at me in puzzlement.

I clench my teeth as I start to get angry at the game is playing. If he is going to kill me then why act like he cares? Why act like he wants to know my name? This appears to be some sick and twisted game. I'm guessing that it is to make the sport of killing me more fun. Well if he wants entertainment then he won't be getting it from me. He can just go toy with someone else.

"There is no need to act like you care. It is not a game that I want to play. Why don't we just get this over with now and stop wasting time" I tell him as I rise from the bed. I hold his gaze as I approach him looking up at his height. I would say that I am pretty tall for a female at five foot nine but he still has well over a foot on me. As I stand in front of him with my hands on my narrow hips his eyebrows furrow as he looks at me.

"This is supposed to take time. It is not something that can be rushed. There is no just getting it over with as you put it. It could threaten everything if we are both not ready" he says as he starts to get angry.

"I don't need time. If it is to be my fate then I accept it fully now. There is no need for games or for silly questions. You brought me here for it to happen and I am ready now. How can you be so cruel as to leave me a mere human to wonder when it would happen? Am I just supposed to stay here for the week looking over my shoulder the entire time to see when it would happen? Have you no heart?" I yell at him.

A growl leaves his chest as he bends closer to get into my face. "You are being unreasonable. You have no experience with what we are talking about. You don't know anything and here you sit trying to demand something from me when it hasn't been talked about. The process could kill you if it is done to hastily. Have they explained nothing to you" He growls back as his eyes flash faster.

"They told me plenty which is why I said that there was no need for games. I know what the final goal is and I am ready. I don't need your kindness or your pity. I just need you to get it over with" I say with finality.

"Are you so willing to die little one. To not even give it a chance to prosper. You don't even want to know if I have a heart. Why be so hell bent on rushing the process?" he ask quietly after a moment.

I find his tone of voice to be confusing and I look at him curiously as to why it has changed. It has softened so much and even though I don't know him well, I would say that he sounds...well hurt. The new tone causes tears to spring to my eyes.

"if I am to die anyway, then does the process really matter" I murmur through my tears as his form gets blurry in my vision. He takes a step back in shock at my words as he jerks away as if I slapped him and I frown as I wipe the tears that have escaped from my cheeks.

"Why are you going to die? Is there something wrong with you? Are you sick?" He rushes to ask as he comes closer to me. I flinch away as he reaches for me not wanting to touch him. He still wants to play these games with me as if he doesn't know. Sick of it I finally decide to clear his confusion.

"No I'm not sick. I'm going to die because you monsters are going to kill me" I say as I watch his reaction. His face turns blank and his flickering eyes finally stop as the gold in them cools. His gaze turns lighter as he stares at me and his face pales.

"Who the hell told you that?" he bellows loudly as his face turns angry. His face ripples with flecks of gold and his body appears to be enlarged. I take steps back in a rush to get away from him at his tone. His bellow cause my ears to ring as a constant growl leaves his chest. His body starts to crouch as black talons start to sprout from his hands and his eyes turn back into slits.

Tears fill my eyes as I watch the monster he is come forth. My chest rises and falls rapidly now that I know this is how I am going to die. His monster is going to kill me now that the game for his prey had been ruined. He will no longer get to enjoy the hunt so it's better to get it over with now. As his warped form steps closer I close my eyes tightly as I wait for the finally blow. I know that my death is coming but that doesn't mean that I have to watch it. With my eyes closed I try to picture the beautiful scenery I saw on the way here.

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