Finally the screams stop. I feel a flood of relief. I'd been crying the whole time, while I was forced to listen to my friend scream over and over, but judging by Cora's expression, she was still unsuccessful. Cora has wild, angry eyes.
"Torturing your own son?" I say, immediately grabbing Cora's attention. "Now that's a new low- even for you," Cora walked towards me and grabbed my face.
"You know nothing!" she yells. I pull away in disgust. "I know I just listened to my best friend scream for an hour because of you!"
Corra pulls my rope rubbing my tender skin again and thorny plants break the floor, wrapping around my arms so tightly I feel my fingers go numb. The thorns dig into my arms and it feels like there are millions of them.
I yelp trying to pull away but the plants just dig deeper. "He is my son!"
"I deserve to be happy, and he's the only way!" Cora says, "He doesn't want you!"
"Well they didn't ask what I wanted when they brought me into this world! I was happy, and then I was here, but I was finally able to settle away from home, with him, without killing your kind!" she yelled. "What are you talking about? Who?" the plants pulled out of my arms with a sharp pain and blood begins to drip out of the tiny holes all over my skin.
"Your wretched 'God' he saw you plague the world and decided to rid it of you! It's your fault I'm no longer happy at home! It's your fault any of this happens! You and your kind! He hired me to finish you off, but I can't walk on your camp's ground without one of you!"
Well now I know why she hates our kind, and why she's grown so evil. "Well it's not like we wanted him to make us extinct! We want to live, and if you can grow so corrupt so quickly, we are the ones that deserve to be happy, not you!"
"Your kind is weak, you don't deserve to live! You made your own maker so angry, he's trying to destroy you! And if he wants you gone, he won't stop until you are,"
Cora goes outside and sends a minion in to watch me. My arms throb. I can't believe he could do that! God, I didn't even know he existed, I still don't know for sure, but people trust in him. Believe in him, but he's the reason we're almost gone? That's hard to believe. But then again why would she make that up?
I can't think about that right now. Now is the perfect reason to leave. I grab my knife from my boot careful not to cut myself and put it between my wrists and saw at the ropes. The minion doesn't even notice me.
It takes forever, but I'm finally free. My wrists are red and bleeding a little. I rub my soft skin, and it feels like it's being burnt, but that's not what I need to worry about. I'm sure my problems are small compared to Jaxon's.
I stand. The minion notices me and immediately runs forwards. This one is much smarter, it dodges every swing, and seems to have technique. I try to stab again, but it dodges me and tries to stab me but I duck just in time for the knife to stab into the table. I look up. I have no chance. He's stronger and faster than me. I leap to my feat and run into the bedroom. When I reach the door, the minion finally pulls out the knife and turns to me.
The minion had just made it to the door when I lock it. For the first time, I turn around. I see Jaxon's battered body, he has a shirt probably covers most of it but I can still see holes and bruises all over him. Jaxon seems to be noticing my arms too. He looks at me with pity.
"We- we need to get out of here," I say. Jaxon is on the same chair he was on last time, but now it had spots of blood on it. I grab my knife and saw at his ropes. They finally cut free, much faster than mine since I don't have to be stealthy about it. Behind us, the door is pounding and seems like it's gonna come of the hinges. It probably will soon.
"C'mon the window!" I say just as the door bursts open. Jaxon looks at something and then runs to the side of the rom to grab something. My weapons! And my empty bag. Jaxon grabs my bow and shoots it at the minion. I break the window and jump out, "Let's go!"
The minion runs towards Jaxon and grabs his foot, pulling him out kicking and thrashing, but before they make it, I stab my knife in it's hand making it let go of Jaxon. I Grab Jaxon's arm and we run out the window side by side. We keep running, not stopping.