Page 3 of The Blackened Blade

I would fight to be free, not just from this prison, but from the rules and thoughts of others.

I would bemeunapologetically.

Darkness completely takes my sight, my last breath seeping from my lips. The only sound being the last thump of my heart as the black void consumes me.

CHAPTER2

My fingers brush against a softness, a gentle warm feeling shifting beneath me as I move, almost like a cloud.

The Facility only gave clothes for their prisoners, with fabric like a burlap sack. No blankets or pillows sparred for dirty supes in their prison.

So what was this?

Did I really die, and was this heaven or some sort of paradise? Hell couldn’t feelthisgood.

My body feelslight.

There's no pain or heaviness in my chest, no stinging feeling from my fingers and no smokey taste or scent surrounding me. And although I still feel a little weak, it's nothing compared to before. It's as if something has been lifted from me, a weight removed, and with it, gone all the aches and pains that pulled at me and held me down each day.

I take a deep breath, the air is light and plentiful as I inhale and exhale. I take a moment to just breathe and enjoy the peace that I haven't been able to in over six years.

Whatever this was, or whatever afterlife I had entered, it was more warm and welcoming than anything I had felt in a very long time.

I slowly open my eyes, a brightness hitting me instantly, so I quickly close them again.

Bright lights were definitely a heavenly thing right?

I mean, it wasn’t a far stretch for me to think I’d make it here. I wasn’t a bad person and I never hurt anyone…anyone innocent anyway.

Guards and beasts that wanted to kill me don't count.

Also, I had suffered a lot in that life.

Over six years imprisoned in a place that could give hell a run for its money, and even before that, I was bruised and beaten down in the mini hell called Wensridge Academy.

It was a private supernatural academy for the elite, filled mainly with malicious, entitled spawns from prestigious and power-mad supernaturals. Ones who tried to break my spirit long before the Facility.

I open my eyes again slowly, squinting as I raise my hand to block the light.

I wondered what heaven looked like. Lots of hot food and some clouds to relax on would be my idea of paradise.

Oh,and television.

Six years was a long time to be without Netflix and chocolate.I have a lot of catching up to do.

My eyes adjust to the light as I slowly glance toward my body. There's no scars, or burn marks covering my skin.

My fingers stroke the soft flesh on my arm. They weren’t as thin anymore and there was even a soft glow to my skin that I hadn't seen since my younger years.

My fingers freeze as I turn my arm around.

There's a large purple bruise down the side of my arm, surrounded by a few smaller ones in shades of yellow and brown.

I look at my other arm, twisting it back and forth finding more bruises.

My body definitely looked better than before, but why would I have bruises in heaven?

I go to move, realising the soft ‘cloud’ underneath me is a bed.

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