SkullsandSlippers
It was dark again though it was a little different. It was almost a dark fog that clouded her vision and surrounded her. She tried searching, saving the foggy vapors away until she heard voices. Whispers. She tried making them out but to no avail. So she kept searching, trying to find the source of the sound. She started to hear the faintest of words, yet she saw no one but cloudy figures that she seemed to never get close to no matter how much she walked.
"....Treason...... Valor.... Mothers.... Death." Alex could hear someone say but didn't understand what they were talking about.
It was then she felt a strong pressure around her throat and she found she could hardly breathe, desperately gasping for air. Or was she? Was she struggling or was she accepting it? She was unsure. She didn't feel afraid, despite being choked to death. Why was that? No anger. No fear. Just regret and acceptance.
Blue eyes snapped open as she returned to the waking world, gasping out as she found her own hands had been around her throat and was attempting to cut off her windpipe. The act of dying forcing her awake as instincts kicked in for a shred to save herself. Coughing and hacking as she gasped for air, her hands released their death grip on her throat as her conscious mind returned and allowed them to lax. Grumbling irritably as she rubbed her throat, feeling it would probably bruise.
It had been awhile since she had a dream like that one. She was bloody tired. Groggily, she sat up as memories slowly came inching their way to the forefront of her mind. Rubbing her eyes a little, she felt the heavy chains on her wrists and ankles, but ignored them as she examined her surroundings. Before looking to groggily see a woman and Urick. Alex, being Alex, said the first thing that came to mind.
"Since when did we get a wench?" Alex muttered, before rubbing her eyes to get a better vision, then saw that it was just the ice witch with a slightly skimpier look.
"Oh. Never mind it's the ice witch." Alex said, almost sounding disappointed before she forced herself to stand. Wincing in pain as her stomach throbbed.
"**** dishonorable bastards. Ya know if Sin or Thane come here and destroys this town again, definitely won't be so willing to help their sorry ***." she grumbled irritably before looking toward Urick, slightly glaring at him but still managed to say the first thing that came to mind.
"You okay Urick?" she asked before looking around.
"Nai? You here? You okay?" Alex called before cracking her knuckles and rolling her shoulders. She was exhausted. Even when knocked out on her ass she couldn't get decent sleep. Tired and injured, she probably didn't have much chance in breaking out. But that didn't mean she was going to sit around either when her friends were in here.
Grabbing the chains, Alex pulled and tugged at them, making them rattle loudly and groan at the stress she was giving them before she used her good shoulder to bash against the walls. They took away her gloves, so it would hurt a bit more if she started punching things, and they took her sword so she couldn't cut anything.
Perfect.
"Ow! ****!" Alex growled, rubbing her shoulder before continuing her assault.
Alex continually slammed her tall muscular figure against the walls, the bars, just about everything in the cell. They groaned and creaked and rattled at the sudden pressure they were under, but so far no breakage. Alex cursed, confident if she was in full condition she could at least do more damage. But despite that, she kept going, grunting painfully as her good shoulder was now swore. But her stubbornness kept charging and slamming herself against her cell. Looking quite a bit like a caged animal.
"....Treason...... Valor.... Mothers.... Death." Alex could hear someone say but didn't understand what they were talking about.
It was then she felt a strong pressure around her throat and she found she could hardly breathe, desperately gasping for air. Or was she? Was she struggling or was she accepting it? She was unsure. She didn't feel afraid, despite being choked to death. Why was that? No anger. No fear. Just regret and acceptance.
Blue eyes snapped open as she returned to the waking world, gasping out as she found her own hands had been around her throat and was attempting to cut off her windpipe. The act of dying forcing her awake as instincts kicked in for a shred to save herself. Coughing and hacking as she gasped for air, her hands released their death grip on her throat as her conscious mind returned and allowed them to lax. Grumbling irritably as she rubbed her throat, feeling it would probably bruise.
It had been awhile since she had a dream like that one. She was bloody tired. Groggily, she sat up as memories slowly came inching their way to the forefront of her mind. Rubbing her eyes a little, she felt the heavy chains on her wrists and ankles, but ignored them as she examined her surroundings. Before looking to groggily see a woman and Urick. Alex, being Alex, said the first thing that came to mind.
"Since when did we get a wench?" Alex muttered, before rubbing her eyes to get a better vision, then saw that it was just the ice witch with a slightly skimpier look.
"Oh. Never mind it's the ice witch." Alex said, almost sounding disappointed before she forced herself to stand. Wincing in pain as her stomach throbbed.
"**** dishonorable bastards. Ya know if Sin or Thane come here and destroys this town again, definitely won't be so willing to help their sorry ***." she grumbled irritably before looking toward Urick, slightly glaring at him but still managed to say the first thing that came to mind.
"You okay Urick?" she asked before looking around.
"Nai? You here? You okay?" Alex called before cracking her knuckles and rolling her shoulders. She was exhausted. Even when knocked out on her ass she couldn't get decent sleep. Tired and injured, she probably didn't have much chance in breaking out. But that didn't mean she was going to sit around either when her friends were in here.
Grabbing the chains, Alex pulled and tugged at them, making them rattle loudly and groan at the stress she was giving them before she used her good shoulder to bash against the walls. They took away her gloves, so it would hurt a bit more if she started punching things, and they took her sword so she couldn't cut anything.
Perfect.
"Ow! ****!" Alex growled, rubbing her shoulder before continuing her assault.
Alex continually slammed her tall muscular figure against the walls, the bars, just about everything in the cell. They groaned and creaked and rattled at the sudden pressure they were under, but so far no breakage. Alex cursed, confident if she was in full condition she could at least do more damage. But despite that, she kept going, grunting painfully as her good shoulder was now swore. But her stubbornness kept charging and slamming herself against her cell. Looking quite a bit like a caged animal.