Here, have this very poorly written drabble, my dear:
There was silence all around them after the entire buildingās electricity was shut down completely. Achilles couldnāt even make out a moonbeam in the room. He struggled to move his arms, but his wrists were cuffed to the metal chair. Meanwhile, he could hear her coming to directly behind him. She groaned something unintelligible but he turned his head towards the sound nonetheless, trying to see what he could of her from over his shoulder. It was useless, without a beam of light but it didnāt keep him from doing so.
ā... Ach- Achilles?ā She croaked, her throat was dry, and her lips could barely form the words through her complete grogginess. Her head swam relentlessly as she blinked over and over again. Everything was swallowed in darkness, she almost thought she hadnāt opened her eyes completely. The more she stared into the abyss, the faster she felt her heart beat. She tried to rub her eyes but a dull pain on her wrist kept her from moving any further.
āMs. Mirnen? Are you awake?ā He spoke lowly, unsure if there was anyone inside the room with them or perhaps in earshot from outside.
āAchilles, whatās happening?ā She gasped, trying to strangle the fear in her tone, but not only was she groggy, she couldnāt feel the mystical energies that swelled in her soul and she was stuck in a void of some kind.
āI donāt know. The last thing I remember I was knocked out from behind...ā
āAssholes,ā he thought, they would rue the day they came after him. And for endangering his maid, he would see to it that their death be delayed so that he could see the light from their eyes dull and fade overtime. He would-
āWhere are we? What are we gonna do?ā She slurred, her breathing labored. She could feel her tears welling up in her eyes, she could muster any energy to do more than she already was, crying and keeping her head up enough to stare into the very thing that made her skin crawl.
Warmth engulfed her pinky and she felt her breath catch and her heart slowed a little, āIām going to get you out of here, Aimrys,ā he said so matter of factly, as if there were nothing that could stop him from doing so. Cuffed to a chair or not, he would get her out. Alive. He squeezed her little finger with his own, the metal cuff biting into his wrist as he stretched his reach as far as the device would allow him.