an icy p r i s o n `

[susan]

Angel sat in the cell with a scowl acrossed her face. The guards stood outside of the cell set on keeping her in, as she sat ablazed. She had already been beaten once for melting the bars, so she chose to sit angrily for a while while she fixed her hand. She held her hands together as a light came from the cracks of her clasped fingers. She let out a small sigh of relief as she looked at her hand. She had healed it thankfully. She glared out the bars at the guards. "Honestly, Why am I even here? This is stupid." She growled out. She didn't understand why she was here. She had been minding her own business, when she was dragged here by a bunch of the queens followers. She was only seventeen, and she didn't involove herself in the war. She preferred not to because of this exact reason.

One of the men came to the bars with a crooked grin,"Don't worry your pretty little face. I doubt you'll be alive much longer to mope." She was now fuming, and he was dum to have come this close to the bars. She lurched her arm from between the bars of solid ice and grabbed him by the neck, her eyes turning a pitch black. "We'll just see.." She said, thrusting her arm back and slamming his face hard into the bars. He began rolling in pain on the floor, angrily and in pain. She began to pace back and fourth like a caged beast, angry and wanting to leave. "Let me out of here!" She said. She wanted out now, and the more they taunted her outside the bars, the more drive she had to get out. "Let me out... now." She said the fury growing. The guards either laughed or ignored her. It was just the fuel she wanted.

She melted the ice bars, and this more than surprised the guards. They quickly ran, yelling for others as she began to go into an episode. This wasn't the first time. Last time she was with Sibran, she nearly killed herself." Her eyes were glazed over with the darkness of ash, as the guards tried holding her as she began to shake. Unfotunatly, the more they touched her the hotter she felt. She began to star on fire, as the guards began to run. They were obviously unable to come near her. She was trying with all her might to break her episode. To stop before they came back. To run.. 'I have to control myself.. I have to get out' She kept repeating it, and slowly began to dim. Her eyes began to return as she sat up weakly, hearing people coming.

She paniced, and looked out. No one was there yet. She began to run in her ash covered clothes, barefoot and burning in her print. She knew they'd catch up.. but sooner then she thought.. She turned a corner to feel a sharp pain in her stomach. She looked down to see the sword driven in her stomach. The soldier retracted it from her stomach. She began coughing, the blood pooling as she put her hands to her stomach. The same light from before creeped out, and slowly healed as she passed out, just to be carried back to the dungeons..