Forgiveness (part 1)

This is like two years old? So it's probably really crappy but! I'm too tired and too done with writing this story to edit it, so deal with it!

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Crystal's P.O.V

I awoken in what appeared to be a cell of some sort, I tried standing up but couldn't it seemed like my body had been numbed. But what on earth happen for it to get like that? And why am I down here anyways? I couldn't recall ever going down here nor do I remember anything before I woke up. Something must of happened, I just don't know what.

*Small time skip*

It's been a few minutes now, and my limbs are starting to come back to consciousness,so I'm able to sit properly against the wall, even though now there's sharp pains dancing all around my body. But I can manage. I probably should check for any minor or major injuries but there isn't a mirror, or good lighting here, and even if those things were present there isn't any medical supplies to patch the injuries.

*Time skip*

Every now and then I will hear echoed screams, I'm concerned mostly because there probably innocent people who done nothing wrong, and am I next?

Third person P.O.V

Crystal was then dragged out of her thoughts, by cluggy army boots stomping against the metal paneled floors. Crystal was absolutely terrified, she could feel the deep crimson violet scales creep up her neck.

She started internally panicking, a thousand thoughts ran through her head once again, her breathing hitched as pattered footsteps came nearer to her location. She then began scavenging for something to use as a weapon to attack the soon to be seen vister, her search resulting in a bitter end. She soon gave up looking and tried preparing herself for the worse outcomes that'll appear soon, she shut her eyes trying to focus on reserving her energy for the potential battle coming but couldn't keep her mind on the task at hand, instead she thought about if she were to appear alive from behind the smoke of this nightmare and if she see her beloved and child once more. Her fantasy was interrupted by the jangle of keys and them interlocking with there match, she didn't panic she didn't even move a muscle just sat there and stared at the cell door waiting for the mysterious person to become seen. The door slowly opened revealing a very tall figure wearing what appeared to be a hooded cloak covering their face from others, the figure reached into their pocket pulling out a box of matches scratching the the fire starter against the light ignitor, holding it up to a oil lamp illuminating the room. The mysterious figure began taking long strides forward making their way other to Crystal crouching once there, bringing their hand under her chin forcing her to make eye contact "do you recognize me?" They asked ending with a smirk, Crystal kept her lips in a straight line not replying to the other person's question " No? well who would with this damn mask on"

The figure removes their hand from under Crystal's chin and up to their hood, lifting the cloth off  their head revealing their face or should I say his.

Crystal's P.O.V

I gasped, now realizing who this man is. For he and I have been fighting for what seemed like centuries, his name being Malcolm, his features being the same as the last time we saw each other 'I knew the voice was familiar' I thought. I stayed quiet seeing how long he can keep his cool before he erupts like the volcano he is, he paces around me dragging on time with him. He spoke "silence? How unlike you Chris, usually you at least try to stand your ground" his deep accent boomed through the room interrupting the stillest of it.

He continues, but I heard none of it my ears only catching the noise of a silent ring echoing through and around them, his words rolling over themselves like waves in a storm yet I still hear nothing besides from the ringing.

He suddenly walks over to me, snapping me out of my thoughts, crouching down in front of me again bringing a object that looks like a gun holding it to the side of my left arm, I stayed emotionless through it all. He spoke with a steady voice as he said "this contraption here, when triggered, will release a serum into your bloodstream. Causing you to be knocked out and feel a slight pain" I stayed silent, he press the object against my arm preparing to pull the trigger "good night 'friend'" he pressed down on the trigger having the liquid enter my body I lay there limp feeling my eye go heavy as I fade into darkness until all I could see was black.....

Malcolm's P.O.V

I put my gun back into my holster walking out, closing the door but leaving the lamp lit. As I walk I pull my hood up, not wanting them to recognize me, going to finish the route to my other prisoners and I go upstairs being saluted by people who walked past me. I make it to the other prisoners some were looking at the ground sorefully, others cowarding in the corners... expect for two a woman and her child who glared at me, especially the woman,'who were they?' I wondered 'oh right these are Crystal's family, that makes a lot of sense now' I slide a tray of food into the cage then walked away, I still felt the woman and child's eyes burn in the back of my head. I get to my office sit at my desk and start doing papers until I was interrupted by a knock "come in" I said, a woman who worked for me walked in with a clipboard across her chest "what is it?" I ask not looking up from my papers "sir you have a meeting with some army officers" she said "when?.." "in a few minutes sir" "alright" I say standing up in the process. I walk to the door

"is that all?"

"yes sir"

"okay"

I walked out and to the meeting room, sitting at the head of the table sighing 'here we go' I thought.

Crystal's P.O.V

I lay on the cold metallic ground once again, as I hear the other screeches in pain. My hold body was numb from that damn serum that lunatic inserted inside me the last time he came to my cell, which was a little over two hours ago, he's probably coming for another visit any minute now. 'Why am I here? What did I do to deserve this?' I thought as I sat up properly, I recall trying to protect my love ones, my wife and daughter, I'd give every essence of my being for them, and I have done it multiple times too, they're my life and I would do anything for them even if it means giving up my life source. Though Grace, my wife, is displeased by my actions usually. Even if it's protecting our child Jazz, aren't parents supposed to protect their child with at all costs?. I also recall some jerkwad trying to kidnap my love and Jazz, I remember my exact emotions I felt pissed, but also terrified at the same time, what if they take them from me? Or worst killed them right in front of me and the person just was there watching me breakdown and cry, and their just laughing hysterically at my suffering, then I remembered giving myself up saying the cliche thing of "take me and leave them" Grace was sobbing, screaming at me not to do so. The guy ended up, throwing them in a random cell that was in the room, then starts beating the living crap out of me till I couldn't even stand, while my family watched in horror at the scene, why didn't I fight back? I was paying more attention to the cell that contain my family. While I was distracted that dipstick took that moment to spot my weak spot, which is my left calf, hit it knocking me down in one blow. That's why I'm here I didn't fight back against the guy, I don't know if I deserve it or not, but I know what he's doing is wrong....

Grace's P.O.V

I grabbed the tray of food after he left the room. I split the food equal to all the prisoners making sure they ate and not push it to the side, I turned to my daughter last seeing her sorrowfully stare at the food in her hand "sweetie eat up, you need the energy.." I said feeling slightly heart broken by her expression.

"But what about mother?.."

"What about her?.."

"She needs food too, I'm saving it for her..."

"That's very sweet Jasmine but mother would want you to eat, wouldn't she?"

"..yeah.."

"How about this! If you eat all of your food than when we see mother again you can help me make a special meal for her, and you can make sure she eats all of it how's that sound?" I said trying to get as much I excitement as I could muster "yeah! We could make her favorite food!" Jasmine said  smiling one of her signature smiles, making me smile too even though it hurt to do I have to be strong for her and Crystal. I watch my little girl slowly eat her food, I begin to eat with her I stare off going deep into my thoughts getting consumed by them. I replayed memories and dreams and forgotten words spiralling into a black hole of my subconscious, breaking me away from my thoughts was my daughter, my center of my world, tugging on my arm

"yes sweetie?"

"Mommy...is mother dead?.." I was speechless feeling tears appear in my eyes "no no sweetie mother is fine, nothing's gonna happen to her I promise" I say having the tears well up inside me ".. okay.." she almost whispered, I hug her wrapping her in warm wanting to take all the sadness  away from her 'Cryst will be fine right? No! I can't be thinking negatively, she will be fine.... I hope' I thought.

Jasmine's P.O.V

Mommy's sad I know even if she's trying to hide it, I can tell I can feel the sadness coming off of her. I may only be eight but I can understand adult discussions, mommy really misses mother I remember them telling me they knew eachother for years. They really love each other and I hope mother gets back soon so she can cheer up mommy.

Malcolm's P.O.V

I walk out of the meeting it being extremely annoying and I wasn't a bit infactucated by it, good thing I had my secretary taking notes. I briskly walk down the hall trying to get to my office as fast as I can. I make it feeling slightly winded. I slump in my chair taking in every fragment of the room, every crease and seem being intoxicated by the smell of dust, leather, oak and surprisingly lavender, and being deafened by the sound of the old wood of the chair and birds blissful noise even though these are usually quiet to our ears being silenced by the other noises of the world they were loud drums beating at my ears in this moment. My heartbeat slowed to constant rhythm as I slip into my own world not full of worries or annoying people. What only felt like minutes were hours, I awoke feeling stiff and drowsy I look at the clock at one of the corners of the room it reading '12:00 pm'. 'It seems I have been asleep for five hours hmm that maybe not be a good thing to have done, I probably missed some calls and meetings' drafting away from my thoughts I noticed my answering machine was full with ''76 missed calls' Oh damn!' All of them are concerned messages from my secretary when I didn't reply to the main messages. I went through the messages from not recent to recent, apparently I had missed two meetings and a inspection search for the soliders  'those aren't that serious James most likely rescheduled them for tomorrow or something' the rest had been as expected concerned messages from my secretary wondering where I was. I finished going through all of them leaning back into my chair taking a breath, I had just easied back into my chair when I got another message ''sir! I apologize if I'm disturbing you but you have to go and check on the prisoner named Crystal, I can not reschedule it has to be done today and now sir'' my secretary, James, voice echoed through the room it being the loudest sound over powering the once loud noises them turning into white noise. I press down a button on my answering machine and chirped in a reply "yes okay James I will collect my things and head down, sorry for missing your calls earlier I had dozed off" "okay sir!" James replied, as I began to collect my things. We finish off our conversation, I obtain the things I would need, going out the door and heading off to check in on Crystal 'is she going to be more talkative to me or not?' I wondered as I trenched down the hall 'whatev'ers going to happen, it's going to be interesting'.

Third person P.O.V

Malcolm grow nearer and nearer to Crystal's cell as each second pasted, having a certain item locked away in his satchel hiding it away from the world's eyes. He sauntered to the area where  all the "special" prisoners were kept, he walked pasted cell after cell each having a decaying corpse inside until he had gotten to the one he was looking for. He unlocked the door hearing the click echo through his ears, he entered quietly to not disturb the person occupying the cell. He walked over to the woman lying limp in the corner looking unconscious "are you actually dead? I thought the 'all powerful Crystal' could handle a little lack of nutrients and fluids, or are you just faking?" The male said with grin. The woman in the corner lifted her head giving the mad and unamused look for she had been focusing on healing her close to major injuries, she had taken a good beating when the guardian's enemy had taken advantage of her weakness....her family. "What the fuck do you want?!" Crystal yelled her words laced with venom, her voice sounding stranded. "tsk tsk tsk watch the language there you have a child after all" the woman scoffed at his words feeling annoyed by his presence "but if you must know," the hooded male said taking a small pause to grab the other's attention "I'm here to collect you for a very special event" "what type of event?" the female guardian asked both curious and fearful "oh you'll find out soon~" "what  do you mean by tha-" before she could finish, the male had taken what was in his satchel and threw it at the woman turning her unconscious for real "you are going to be in for a huge surprise went you up" Malcolm spoke with a shit eating grin on his face. He reached into his pocket taking out a walkie talkie and speaking into it to someone on the other side "come down here she's knocked out and bring her to the arena, hehe this is going to be fun~".