Mary woke up slowly, her head thumping with pain. She could feel something cold, metallic-like and wet oozing down her ears; she knew exactly what it was, of course. Blood. She brought her head up slowly, the halo of black hair uncovering her icy, bitter blue eyes. She tried to move her hands but found that they were bound with something cold, and to her further dismay, her feet were bound as well. She knew she had been kidnapped right then and there, for she wouldn't have been imprisoned if "they" were only curious. She grimaced as she thought about the scar-ridden hands of the man that had brought her here.
Looking around the room, she noticed many bizarre things. The room was caked with dried blood, releasing a foul stench; pieces of flesh sheltered the broken bones in the dark corner of the reeking room. She lifted her head up more, causing the throbbing pain in her head to increase, but she didn't bother with it. Her eye caught something shimmering in the corner, the only stream of sunlight focused on it.
She gasped at what she saw, shuddering in fear. It was a sword, but not any sword either. It leaked of something Mary couldn't quite put her finger on. The sword looked extraordinary, the handle reached down to a sphere with nothing in the middle, the blades were split into two, as if made to maim the person who was attacked by it. It was decorated with symbols that Mary could not read. It all looked
magical. She studied it further, straining her eyes to get a bitter view, if possible.
Something clinked at the side, the only place that she didn't concern herself with. Mary slunk her head down, pretending to be unconscious as to see what her captors wanted to do with her. Kill her? Maim her? Feed her to the dogs? Two severely disfigured men entered the room, their long pointed ears positioned upwards proudly.
Something trigged in Mary's mind as her eyes followed the men silently, her hair providing a veil to her face. "Their ears
" she thought to herself, "they
they're not human...Li
didn't that obnoxious man
didn't he have them too?! What in the world have I gotten myself into?!" she was panicking. Cold sweat was gathering at the tips of her fingers, she was shaking a bit too, but not vigorously enough so the men would notice.
"Dezo Ka kan de!" the man shouted. Mary shook a bit, caught off guard, but the two men seemed to be having a heated argument. She noticed that the first man had a burn on his face that had found its way down his neck, like a melted candle wax. The second was just badly scarred. She listened intently, trying to see if any of their words made sense to her.
"Sil mana de Humantante!" the scarred one bellowed back. Her eyes widened, "Humantante" sounded awfully close to the word "Human". She was getting infuriated, how dare these savages even touch her?! And to top it off, they were arguing about something that involved her. She grunted. A grave error, she soon noticed.
The two "men" heard the anger driven grunt. They went towards her and pulled her hair up violently, making her head jerk up. Mary looked down at once and wretched a little, they not only looked ghastly, they hideous as well. They examined her, just as the children did at her school, taking in every detail.
"Dezo dar sundasdo" The first man shouted , his burns stretching over his face uncomfortably. The scarred one nodded, took out a key with engravings all over it and opened Mary's shackles. She was relieved at first, thinking that the two barbarians had finally had enough of her and wanted to let her go. She was very wrong.