Page 25 of Chaos Unleashed

My response startles a surprised laughter out of him before he says, “Good.”

After that I share some more of my past as he shares his and learn things like his favourite colour is purple, but he only really likes to wear black.

After it has fallen quiet for a moment I ask a question that has been playing on my mind since he first mentioned that he recoginised my cell.

“H?” I ask and he raises his eyebrow in question, “I don’t suppose you know how to get out? Of my cell I mean, you said that you recognised it being in the castle.”

That small glimmer of hope that had been building snuffs out entirely as he begins to shake his head.

“No, I’m sorry.” He seems extremely frustrated by that fact, “I’m going to assume that the fucking princes have locked down your magic, and that’s why you aren’t healing properly?”

“Well, yeah,” I reply, unsure where he thinks he’s going with that line of questioning.

“I might have a way for you to get your magic back, but it's not for the faint-hearted, and it's going to hurt a lot,” he says, worry creasing his brow.

I don’t even have to think about it as I immediately reply, “Tell me. I’ll do anything at this point, and I’ve never shied away from a bit of pain.”

“I don’t like that,” H replies but simply, but carries on before I can reply, “it would be easier if I could see you. The only way that I’m going to know you’re in trouble is because of your pain levels; the problem is, as you said, you have a high pain tolerance.”

“I know, but just because I can tolerate it doesn’t mean that I’m in any less pain, and you can feel that,” I point out.

He hesitates, “Yeah, okay. For the record, I’m already regretting telling you this.”

“Too late now,” I reply, silently begging that he’s not going to back out now, not when I know that there could be a way out of this.

“Okay, so first I need you to . . .”

Before he can say anything else, the threads of consciousness start to tug at me, not now for fuck sake, why.

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Wait a second, I’m definitely not back in my cell, I think to myself as I look around the empty but bright space that I find myself in, and it is a space. There’s nothing here, no defining features, no hills or buildings. Hell, there are not even any plants; it’s just empty space. I’m not really floating though, my feet are definitely on solid ground. I’m used to travelling the Void, which is like this but the dark version and it just feels more than this, it’s because of this that it doesn’t feel as weird as it should to be standing in nothingness but on something solid.

Shit, am I dead?

If this is the afterlife it's shit.

Although the nothingness for eternity could be classed as hell, I think you’d get pretty bored pretty fucking quickly; the thought of being bored makes me think of H; I’m sure he’d be able to cause trouble here.

My thoughts turn to the guys, and my heart hurts. I don’t want to leave them. I’ve finally found a place where I feel like I belong. They need me; Zev needs someone to be there for him no matter what; Storm needs someone to fight him occasionally; Loki needs someone to remind him that it’s okay to feel; Reaper and Ryu need to remember not to fear themselves but trust each other and themselves, Rival needs someone to see him separate from his twin and capable of his own amazing things, Mayhem needs someone to genuinely be interested and excited when he shares something new he learns, Kill needs to be reminded that he is enough and that his past does not define who he is, and Grey well Grey just needs someone to be there, unwaveringly and without question.

I need them, too. I need them for more reasons than I could possibly list, but they make me better in all ways. They make me feel safe, which I never thought it was possible to feel, and even now, just the thought of them makes me feel lighter; even when I’m potentially in grave danger or dead, I’m leaning toward being dead because there’s no pain, and there’s usually pain.

When my thoughts keep sending me around in circles, I decide that instead of staying glued to the spot I’m currently in, I may as well walk around this empty spot and see if I can find anything of interest. So that’s what I do: I walk, and I walk.

“Oh, Farren,” a female voice suddenly breaks the silence.

I immediately spin, dropping down into a defensive crouch, only what I see pulls me up short, and I don’t immediately attack. The woman standing before me is stunning, with dark hair down to her butt, her skin tanned and gorgeous, and shockingly silver eyes, she looks ethereal, she also has a look of pure anger on her face, and after a moment, I realise that I recognise her voice.

“Erm, hi?” I ask as I straighten up somewhat cautiously. She’s not attacking and looks more concerned than anything, but she is immensely powerful; I have never felt any kind of power like it, and I’m beginning to wonder just what kind of supernatural I’m standing in front of.

My greeting has her smiling, but only for a second as her face falls into a concerned frown.

“I’m so sorry, Farren. I wish I could help, but believe it or not if I were to help, the outcome would be worse.” Her voice has an ethereal yet husky quality.

I pull a face and figuring I’m dead anyway, I reply with no filter, “That’s great and all but I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about or who you are.”

Her eyes widen slightly before she chuckles, “Oh shit, sorry. I’m talking about your situation with the princes.”

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