They found her, this girl who was supposed to be dangerous.
She’s their prisoner now, or should I say ours? After all I am a part of this
whether I like it or not. Today is my turn to feed her. The tray has scarce
amounts of food on it. There was two pieces of bread, one piece of moldy
looking cheese, and water. I walk into the room toward the thick iron doors
that separate us. The small glass window lets me glance in. Her head is shaved
so short and when she turns around I can see her eyes. When you see those eyes
you can’t help but stare. Deep purple pits that see like whole galaxies exist
in each pupil. She holds my stare for a long time before finally turning around
and crawling to the corner of the room. She was like an animal trapped in a
cage. I sigh wishing she wasn’t here, wishing I wasn’t here in this situation.
“Hey I brought you food.” I say into the tiny slot pushing in the tray. She doesn’t turn around, but just sits there in silence staring at the white walls.
“Please, you have to eat.” I say. She keeps staring at that wall in silence. I stand there watching her through the tiny window, thinking she’ll never move from that spot. But she finally turns around and stands up. She walks over to the door and I back up out of instinct. “You fear me.” She says with a thick accent, as if she’s still learning the English language. I take a deep breath before answering.
“I don’t know what I think of you…” She looks down at the tray. “Why are you doing this?” She asks.
My stomach goes tight hearing this. I want to say that it isn’t me, that it’s my family who did this. But I’m a part of this mess, and I can’t deny that. “I’m sorry.” Is all I can say even though I know it doesn’t help. She grabs the tray and sits on the floor slowly beginning to eat. I nod, glad that she finally took the food.
I’m about to leave when she whispers something. I turn back around to face the iron door.
“What did you say?” I ask. She looks up at me and again I’m sucked into those deep purple eyes.
“You should fear me.” She says before going back to her meal. I quickly turn away and walk out of the holding area.
Three days later and it’s my turn again. I go down to the holding cell with the same food we’ve been feeding her since we captured her. I half expect her to be staring at the walls again, but when I get down to the cell she is at the door. Her purple eyes are practically glowing against the tiny glass window.
“I knew you’d be coming today.” She says. I clench my jaw and move slowly toward the door.
“Uh..here’s your food.” I say and slide it through. Her eyes travel down to look at the food and then back up to stare at me. I try to anywhere but her eyes, but I’m always drawn back.
“What is your name?” She asks me. I swallow and clear my throat.
“Noah.” I say hoping she didn’t hear the fear in my voice. Then it dawns on me that I don’t even know her name. We just call her the prisoner. “What’s your name?” I ask her.
She seems surprised, her eyes softening.
“I call myself Phoenix.” She says. I can’t help but look at Phoenix and see something beautiful inside her.
“Phoenix…they won’t tell me, but I have to know.” I start. “Are you human?” I ask.
She smiles at me and I can see that above her regular teeth are pointed fangs tucked away in her gums.
“What do you think Noah?” She asks me.
I knew the answer all along, but it was weird to hear the real truth and also to see it.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?” I ask her. She turns away from me and walks over to the tiny cot that serves as a bed. She sits down on it, staring again at the white walls.
I sigh before leaving her again.
Five days go by before it’s my turn to feed her again. My family is suspicious of me now, saying I spend too much time down there. But I have to know more about her. When I enter the holding cell I look through the tiny glass window and spot Phoenix in the corner of the cell, her skin is becoming more and more pale. “Phoenix.” I say. She looks up at me, and her eyes are rimmed with red as if she’s been crying. I didn’t even know her kind could cry. “I brought your food.” I say.
She slowly gets up as if it pains her to do so. She comes over to the door, but doesn’t take the food. Up close I can see her veins through her skin. The realization of what’s happening hits me hard.
“You’re dying in here aren’t you?” Another useless question that I can’t help but ask. I know the truth, I can see it on her pale face. “Noah..Please.” Is all she says before finally collapsing to the ground. I pound on the iron door. “PHOENIX?!” I yell. She doesn’t move. I turn and run up the stairs to the main building.
“The prisoner has collapsed!!!!” I say. My older brother is there at the monitor. He just stares at me like I’m stupid. “Yes Noah, we know.” Is all he says. “But, but we have to help her right?” I ask. My brother looks at me like I’m crazy. “Noah, we’ve been putting led her food this whole time. Her people never answered to our ransom so Mother and Father decided it was time to end her.” I just stare at him in shock. “But..she was our prisoner…she wasn’t supposed to die.” I say.
“They are all meant to die Brother. They don’t belong on this earth. Especially her, do you even know who she was?” My brother asks me. “Phoenix, that was her name.” I tell him. He laughs at me.
“Yes, Phoenix which if you shorten that to Nix translates to Princess in their language. She was Princess Lulana.” My stomach drops and I feel like my knees my buckle underneath me. “P-Princess Lulana?! The mass murderer?” I ask. My brother just stares at me. “Why do you think she was our prisoner? She was a danger to all Earthens, and even her own kind. She had to be stopped.” My brother says before turning back to the monitors. I know that I should feel happy that she is dead, that I should rejoice in the fact that we’ll be safe from her harm. But all I can think about is those beautiful haunting purple eyes.
“Hey I brought you food.” I say into the tiny slot pushing in the tray. She doesn’t turn around, but just sits there in silence staring at the white walls.
“Please, you have to eat.” I say. She keeps staring at that wall in silence. I stand there watching her through the tiny window, thinking she’ll never move from that spot. But she finally turns around and stands up. She walks over to the door and I back up out of instinct. “You fear me.” She says with a thick accent, as if she’s still learning the English language. I take a deep breath before answering.
“I don’t know what I think of you…” She looks down at the tray. “Why are you doing this?” She asks.
My stomach goes tight hearing this. I want to say that it isn’t me, that it’s my family who did this. But I’m a part of this mess, and I can’t deny that. “I’m sorry.” Is all I can say even though I know it doesn’t help. She grabs the tray and sits on the floor slowly beginning to eat. I nod, glad that she finally took the food.
I’m about to leave when she whispers something. I turn back around to face the iron door.
“What did you say?” I ask. She looks up at me and again I’m sucked into those deep purple eyes.
“You should fear me.” She says before going back to her meal. I quickly turn away and walk out of the holding area.
Three days later and it’s my turn again. I go down to the holding cell with the same food we’ve been feeding her since we captured her. I half expect her to be staring at the walls again, but when I get down to the cell she is at the door. Her purple eyes are practically glowing against the tiny glass window.
“I knew you’d be coming today.” She says. I clench my jaw and move slowly toward the door.
“Uh..here’s your food.” I say and slide it through. Her eyes travel down to look at the food and then back up to stare at me. I try to anywhere but her eyes, but I’m always drawn back.
“What is your name?” She asks me. I swallow and clear my throat.
“Noah.” I say hoping she didn’t hear the fear in my voice. Then it dawns on me that I don’t even know her name. We just call her the prisoner. “What’s your name?” I ask her.
She seems surprised, her eyes softening.
“I call myself Phoenix.” She says. I can’t help but look at Phoenix and see something beautiful inside her.
“Phoenix…they won’t tell me, but I have to know.” I start. “Are you human?” I ask.
She smiles at me and I can see that above her regular teeth are pointed fangs tucked away in her gums.
“What do you think Noah?” She asks me.
I knew the answer all along, but it was weird to hear the real truth and also to see it.
“You’re one of them aren’t you?” I ask her. She turns away from me and walks over to the tiny cot that serves as a bed. She sits down on it, staring again at the white walls.
I sigh before leaving her again.
Five days go by before it’s my turn to feed her again. My family is suspicious of me now, saying I spend too much time down there. But I have to know more about her. When I enter the holding cell I look through the tiny glass window and spot Phoenix in the corner of the cell, her skin is becoming more and more pale. “Phoenix.” I say. She looks up at me, and her eyes are rimmed with red as if she’s been crying. I didn’t even know her kind could cry. “I brought your food.” I say.
She slowly gets up as if it pains her to do so. She comes over to the door, but doesn’t take the food. Up close I can see her veins through her skin. The realization of what’s happening hits me hard.
“You’re dying in here aren’t you?” Another useless question that I can’t help but ask. I know the truth, I can see it on her pale face. “Noah..Please.” Is all she says before finally collapsing to the ground. I pound on the iron door. “PHOENIX?!” I yell. She doesn’t move. I turn and run up the stairs to the main building.
“The prisoner has collapsed!!!!” I say. My older brother is there at the monitor. He just stares at me like I’m stupid. “Yes Noah, we know.” Is all he says. “But, but we have to help her right?” I ask. My brother looks at me like I’m crazy. “Noah, we’ve been putting led her food this whole time. Her people never answered to our ransom so Mother and Father decided it was time to end her.” I just stare at him in shock. “But..she was our prisoner…she wasn’t supposed to die.” I say.
“They are all meant to die Brother. They don’t belong on this earth. Especially her, do you even know who she was?” My brother asks me. “Phoenix, that was her name.” I tell him. He laughs at me.
“Yes, Phoenix which if you shorten that to Nix translates to Princess in their language. She was Princess Lulana.” My stomach drops and I feel like my knees my buckle underneath me. “P-Princess Lulana?! The mass murderer?” I ask. My brother just stares at me. “Why do you think she was our prisoner? She was a danger to all Earthens, and even her own kind. She had to be stopped.” My brother says before turning back to the monitors. I know that I should feel happy that she is dead, that I should rejoice in the fact that we’ll be safe from her harm. But all I can think about is those beautiful haunting purple eyes.
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