false+PARAdISE- chapter 2

It couldn't be possible. This was not in my plans...
All I had to do was get to the cathedral and kill her. How could I of messed that up?

"She has killed most of our men! How are you not fazed?" yelled a security guard at a cloaked woman praying at the altar. She spoke nothing. "You are well aware your life is in danger. It's not safe for you in here. She's most likely heading this way!" he continued to plead. Still, the woman said nothing. "I don't know whats going on inside that royal head of yours, but I'd be leaving if you ask me."
"You talk too much." the woman finally let out. The security guard stood there, dumbfounded. "Leave." she spoke to the guard. The guard did so.
"Damn royalty."

I ran through the aisle and shoved a guard's face to an eye scanner and got rid of him. I waited for the doors to hiss open, and I step in. I see the princess kneeling over, in an act which seems like praying. She spoke nothing.

The silence took me by shock, and I see men clad in black, holding all sorts of instruments of killing. I tried fighting back, but to no avail. They clasped my hands and threw me to the ground.
"Search her" she commanded.
"No weapons." One informed.
"Throw her into a cell. There shall she starve until her death sentence."
"As you wish."
I struggled and squirmed, but then one pointed a gun-like weapon to me.


  I woke up at a damp cell, not knowing at all what happened. Has he neutralized me? Best to assume yes. I loathed this area already. Starving people all around, being tortured to death. A foul stench arose. To the left of me was a wall, so I looked to the right.
A man, not even pass his 20's, screeched in a beastly matter. He scarcely wore any clothes that weren't torn , and has his arms bound up above him, being forced to take the hot pokers and whips. They were forcing poison on him, unless...
  No..the greenish yellow-like fluid is pouring out of him. How did he live with his blood like this? I shook my head. Best not to know. I could only stare at the treatment they were giving him, and only hope the same wont be done to me. They were done, and his yelps finally ceased. He turned his head suddenly and growled at me. His eye color was a luminous blue, but his sclera was sore with a yellow color.
I can't...
This cold damp cell. All of the people in it, screaming. I clutched my head.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here.
I need to escape.
I shook my head and decided to think of an escape route. I turned back. He was still staring. This shouldn't be my concern. I was already starting to get sick. Night fell, and with my back against the wall, I fell asleep. The last thing I saw was his eyes, filled with rage and his suffering glowing in the dark.

He hates this place. Only that was certain.