An Attempt to Stop
Oh boy have I got a treat for you!
Writing! Fresh today!
It’s a scene with Shadow and Kenna.
I had many feelings writing this, but it’s not too heart-breaking.
But yeah. Hope you enjoy.
Kenna blinked herself awake, surprised as she found her arms handcuffed behind her back and feet bound by chains. Yet she lay on a bed, with a mattress that morphed around her body, clutching at her figure in an almost unsettling manner. With much struggle, she pushed herself up, thankful her mouth was free to mutter all the profanities it wanted.
"You're awake."
Kenna's widened eyes darted to where the noise came from, her head following slightly. A cloaked figure sat on another bed, its sheets and duvet contrasting the darkness of the cloak with vibrant reds and peaceful oranges. Only the figure's feet and hands were uncovered to show dark hands which made her think and almost long for chocolate. The cloaked figure's voice was rough and masculine, a sharp, irritable tone to it as well.
She cocked her head in confusion, eyes now narrowing for an explanation, mouth about to ask.
"The name's Shadow," he interrupted, a husky chuckle following after as he shifted his formal position on the bed to one that was more comfortable - leaning on it with one hand, crossing his legs and relaxing his side onto the mattress.
"Unfortunately, my boss is busy interrogating another one of your little group - the leader?"
"I'm the leader, actually." She wanted to see this man's boss, and she fancied herself position as leader, not whoever else was being interrogated by the 'boss'. "Who are you, if you're not the boss?"
"I'm the one asking the questions, little miss, not you. And I really don't believe that you're the leader, so you're stuck with me."
"And who are you?" Her voice was almost snappy, demanding answers, eyes daring her current captor - if you could call him that - to not answer the question.
"I'm Shadow-"
"You've said."
"-and I'm the Dark One's secretary. Partner in crime, second in command, best frien-"
"This Dark One's sidekick?"
This didn't get much amusement from the cloaked figure, who was now irritably rapping his fingers on his thigh and, from the sounds of it, sucking his cheeks and then smacking his lips. He sat back up slowly, stance slumped as he leant toward Kenna. "You know what I hate about kids like you?"
"Kids like me?"
"You're entitled. Used to having the world at your fingertips. Spoilt. Sassy. Rude. Used to leaving an easy life."
Kenna scrunched her face up. "Rude? Says y-"
"Kids like you aren't going to enjoy this life that you're going to go into."
She relaxed her features as she felt confusion instead of disgust. "What?"
"What you're doing is going to require you to sacrifice everything. Your education, your past, your family, your friends, your connection to the world. What's going to happen will mean that you will have no connection to the world. You should reconsider starting this prophecy. It'll ruin your lives, and people are going to lose theirs. They already have, haven't they?" Shadow watched the teenager wipe her eyes and stifle her sobs, face melting with pity and patted her face with tissues. "I'm sorry about their loss. But we needed to make a point to you - if you continue to stay as a group and press on and kickstart this prophecy, all those deaths? That's just the beginning. More people are going to die and I can't even say that you'll live to see the en-"
"Stop..." Tears ran down her face and through her voice. "Please... stop..."
"I can't. You need to know the truth. This is why you have to stop. You may think you'll be heroes, but you'll only be murderers."
Kenna continued to cry, marks on her face and eyes red and puffy.
"You'll be just as bad as us."