Whisper Bloodrose

Chapter-11 Breaking

Chapter-11

Breaking

Lucien didn't come back that night, it was strange, Whisper assumed he went to Titania or Raina. Not like she was complaining, if anything she was relieved. Lucien will make his move, the next night he got with her, so she hoped he wouldn't come back any of the future nights. But it wasn't possible, Lucien will always come back she knew.

It all turned even stranger when he didn't come back, in the morning. Relief was one thing, silence before the storm was another. What if he was in the grasses, watching, waiting for her to let her guard down, and then leap. Or, if he was toying, letting her get used to the peace, to her dignity and the take it away, only to make this snatching business more and more amusing.

Lucien's intentions had never been clear, there was always more to him. More to his behavior, his secrets, his choices and plans. It was never easy to work against him, because you never knew where he was headed and where he'd come back.

But Whisper was aware, what he needed to do, she had already asked the Rogues to stand at the borders of the woods behind the palace. Her plan was risky, foolish even, but nobody had a better trap. Sometimes mistakes are all you can make, something was always better than nothing.

Sitting with her hands tied, will weaken her eventually. If she keeps struggling against the rope, she will be tired, but not weak. Whisper was breathing deeply as she stood and looked down at the door that was the reason for a her bejeweled with blood back.

The screeching of an eagle echoed in the boudoir, as she embraced the sound of the creature that reminded her of Rebel. A free flying creature, with a sense of pride to his imperfections. The reason she wasn't scared to go down again was because, she knew that at the end of the dark pathway, it might be Rebel. Even if it was a ‘might’ it was still some hope and any hope at that moment was more than she could ask for.

Lucien had stopped locking it now, nothing was left to hide. Dazzle was gone leaving behind a thick trail of betrayal, through which Whisper learned to never trust strangers with the same intentions. But she was trusting Astera Crimson, the name she had only read. Sometimes last options are the best options.

Whisper bent down and lifted the door again, looking at the stairway that will lead her down. Back in training, they had learned that the king's boudoir always had a secret door to lead them out through the dungeons, in case of war. If it was true, the door shall lead her trough the dungeons, where Rebel was captured.

She stepped onto the first step slowly descending down into the dark, her crimson colored dress skimming behind her. Within a matter of seconds she was back in the same box shaped zone. She made the same choice and took the door in front of her. It opened revealing the hallways that weren't brightly lit, like they were the last time she came.

They were dark, as if trying to scare her motives away, though she carried on. Walked and walked until she was in that hallway, with the same door, where Dazzle used be captured. Whisper walked straight into the halls seeing where it might lead her. She was walking alone, bare feet, to make sure her footsteps are as quiet as the entire hallway was.

Whisper reached a giant studded door, that she immediately recognized as the doors that were the exit of the dungeons. She had been here before lots of times. It was nostalgic, as she thought back to her good old days, when she dragged criminals in and out of these doors. But she didn't walk through it, she was aware that there were guards behind them. Also, only local criminals were kept in there.

Prisoners like, Rebel, with great information, were kept in a distant place. Whisper started walking towards her left, her eyes stuck on the walls on both a her sides scanning any doors that might come into her view.

But instead of a view, she met a sound. A pitched scream that was meant to be muffled, but came out instead. She flinched at the quick recognition of that scream, it was Rebel. The scream made her heart shiver inside her chest. Rebel’s sound was full of pain, and even though there were no words, it felt like he was calling out to her.

Whisper reached close to the door that was a few steps further from her. It was unlocked. She realized that Lucien had suddenly started unlocking his secret door, meaning he had let his walls down. He had assumed that Whisper had become weak and will stop striking very soon. He wasn't wrong. If he hadn't captured Rebel, she would have given up long ago. But Lucien he bought a reason, for her to fight again.

Whisper peeked through the slightly open door. A room with walls covered in blue colored gravel stones, a stairway in the corner that led them back to the palace over them. The room was illuminated with giant torches on the four walls. The torches allowing her to see Rebel in a position that made her heart break. He had his hands tied behind his back, a large rope was tied to his wrists and passed over a hook on the roof. His chest was covered in dried blood, staining his torso like a color on a canvas. His back was bloodied, his flesh oozing with fresh blood.

Blood dripped down his mouth, all the way down to the base of his neck, and his face had several cuts on it. There were marks of whips on his legs and hands, which echoed with the yells of pain, that Rebel had released last night.

Whisper had to hold onto the edge of that wall, to muffle a whimper, that might escape her lips, seeing the situation that Rebel was in. Lucien was standing there, in front of her lover with Uriel at his side.

‘The entire night has passed Lucien but, you aren't content. Aren't you the kinky one.’ Rebel teased smirking through his swollen and cut lips.

‘I would keep my mouth shut if I were you.’ Lucien answered his sharp blue eyes stuck on Rebel's smirking face, with his hand behind his back.

‘By the way, tell Titania I won’t be able to make it tonight.' Rebel retorted looking at the chains tying him up. At that moment Whisper thought, Rebel was the most foolish person on earth, who thought, toying with Lucien was a great idea.

Lucien didn't reply, he extended his hand towards Uriel who quickly placed a sword in his hand. He pointed his index finger at Rebel and then at the floor, ordering Uriel to bring the captive down.

Uriel pulled the rope down and Rebel slowly started descending down, which Whisper compared to an angel coming down from heaven, to save her. Lucien walked up to one of the torches raising his swords into the flames, to heat it up.

Whisper could see, Rebel's feet sinking into the floor, as if the ground had been a luxury to his feet, that were hanging in the air.

‘Rebel, what a perfect name for a Rogue.’ Lucien smirked heating the metal of his sword with the fire in the giant torch. ‘I hate Rogues, they are sent away for a reason. I hate it even more when they try to come back.’ He pulled the heated sword out and started walking towards Rebel.

Whisper had her eyes closed, she knew what Lucien was going to do with the heated sword. The burning sword was waiting impatiently to pierce the Rogues' skin with its passionate temperature.

‘No, this is much more than, hate for a kind.’ Rebel laughed, and suddenly all Whisper heard was a blood curdling scream that echoed in the entire hallway. Bounced off all the walls and entered her ears from more than one path. A scream that scared all the prisoners and the guards guarding them.

There was a gash on Rebel's chest from where the skin was gone, only a red colored road, starting from the center of his torso and ending at his belly button. There were tears in his eyes, his neck had fallen to look at the ground with tears in his enchanting azure eyes. He was gasping for air, and wincing at the burning of his skin. Whisper had her hand on her mouth to stop herself from yelling Rebel's name. He was tightly gripping his ropes, Whisper was sure that when she will finally look at his hands, they will have more rope burns that palm lines.

‘It is envy.’ Rebel said between gasps. ‘Envy that Whisper would choose me over you, anytime be asked.’ He smiled, making Lucien frustrated. Because no matter how much he tried, the witty smile always came back to his face. Lucien chuckled at the innocent resistance of Rebel, then raised his sword and made a giant gash on his shoulder, this time Rebel only winced. The blood seeped out in an ungentle haste and started flowing down his torso like fire that spilled down the chest of a phoenix.

‘But miserably, she doesn't have a choice, it is me and it is me.’ Lucien replied, throwing his sword on the gravel floor and walking to the chair that was set across from where Rebel was standing. He sat majestically as if the wooden chair was his throne, his legs crossed and arms folded together against his chest.

‘Stop playing with fire Lucien, the day it will spread it will burn everything down.’ Rebel warned, trusting Whisper's bravery more than his own.

‘I am terrified.’ Lucien retorted sardonically. He laughed that a Rogue tied up, and barely able to walk was threatening him. He was unaware that Rebel wasn't talking about himself.

‘It is not me you should be terrified of.’ Rebel snorted, making sure that Lucien was unable to make him feel vulnerable.

‘Uriel.’ He commanded gruffly and Uriel who was holding the rope down now tied it to another hook and walked towards Rebel with a whip in his hand.

‘You have a beautiful lap dog.’ Rebel grinned at Uriel who scowled in both anger and disbelief. Then raised the whip and launched it on his already bruised and bloody chest.

Against the fierce sound of latching whip like a divine sword was cutting the air, a smug and commanding voice called to Whisper.

‘Are you going to stand there all day, darling.’ Lucien called looking slightly towards the door. Whisper's eyes widened as she stood against the wall, terrified and surprised.

Either, Lucien knew she was going to come or he saw her, somehow. Whisper repeatedly cursed herself for being so unmindful. Lucien was no kid, he was witty and knew what might come his way.

She sighed, trying to calm her nerves down and she was sure she stood there, for a good five minutes before Lucien lost his patience.

‘Do I need to fetch you, Whisper.’ Lucien repeated himself. Repeating was a path Lucien was not very calm with going, and when he did, it meant he was insanely fuming. Whisper finally walked in, standing in front of Lucien, her back to Rebel.

Rebel's eyes had widened at the appearance of Whisper before him. He wasn't scared till then, but once she came in, he was terrified. Scared, of what the angered Alpha would do to his beloved.

‘You look beautiful, angel.’ Lucien smiled wide, staring her up and down. Then his eyes darted up towards Rebel. ‘Celebrate this moment. The angle has appeared before the captive of hell.’ He smirked winking at Rebel. Lucien finally rejoiced when Rebel's nostrils flared and he looked towards his own shoulder.

‘Lucien I…’ Whisper began to explain herself, but immediately shut her mouth when Lucien placed a finger on his lips, telling her to quiet down. She gulped back her words, as Lucien withdrew his hand, placed it on the arm of the chair.

‘Uriel, where are your manners. Kindly, get a chair for your Luna.’ Uriel followed as he walked to the far right corner of the room, and grabbed the chair that sat there. He picked it up and walked towards Lucien, who was pointing to a particular spot on the ground, commanding to place the chair there. Uriel followed it like a loyal dog, and placed the chair right beside Whisper, only five steps away from Lucien. Then he stood behind Lucien like a guard. ‘Sit.’ Lucien gestured towards the chair with his hand. But Whisper stood there frozen, not trusting the Alpha’s creatively, torturous ideas. When he saw, Whisper's ignorance to his orders, he growled lowly. ‘Do I need to repeat myself.’

Upon receiving the warning, she flinched and quickly seated herself in the chair. She came face to face with Lucien, whose eyes reflected bottled up anger. The most cruel type of anger. Rebel was feeling pain, when he saw how timid she was around Lucien. Like Whisper, had no idea how powerful she was. omewhere he thought, that his presence was the reason for her weakening.

‘Lucien, I know…..’ Whisper started again, this time Lucien's finger flew back to his lips, his eyes widening with wrath. At the eerie action, she allowed her words to fade in the thick air.

‘This is the third time, I am repeating myself, you really don't want me to do it again. Don't speak, until you are asked to.’ He commanded in a low, voice. That made her inner Omega and her shudder.

‘Uriel, going to stand there all day or are you willing to leave.’ Upon hearing the orders from the king, Uriel quickly scrambled out of the room, without one answer. Silence settled in the room, but Lucien quickly broke it.

‘Rebel are you comfortable up there, because we are going to be here really long.’ Lucien smiled biting his lower lip and chuckling.

‘Couldn't have been better.’ Rebel replied and Lucien nodded at him, in a dismissive manner.

Whisper watched as Lucien leaned forward in his chair, and stared into her eyes, with a hard expression. As if he was challenging her to read them, and make out one feeling. It was clear, he was angry, if anything the room was burning with wrath.

‘Come here Whisper.’ Lucien ordered softly. But Whisper resisted again, this time. Her inner Omega tried to force her on her feet, which made them twist awkwardly. She kept it in control and didn't stand up at his orders. ‘I said, COME HERE WHISPER.’ He yelled the last part out. Whisper couldn't tolerate the pain in her knees and feet anymore and stood up, with a force that pushed her chair back slightly.

Whisper hesitantly walked up to him, until there was only an inch difference left between them. She watched as Lucien looked her up and down before he grabbed, her hand and pulled her down into his lap. A gasp escaped her lips, at the sudden move. But she was quick to gain her senses back, and struggled merely 3 seconds before her Omega hindered her fight.

‘Lucien.’ Whisper gasped, not feeling comfortable with his hands wrapped around her waist from behind. Her back was pressed against her chest and she could feel his chin on her shoulder. She finally saw Rebel, biting his lips holding back words that will get them in trouble. She nodded at him, as if telling him to hold tight.

‘I knew you were going to come.’ Lucien shook his head. The finger of his unoccupied hand, traced the edge of her shoulder blade, making her shiver internally. Rebel's rage could be felt by her, all he wanted to do at that moment was to break free. ‘You held his name back for too long, I knew there was much more to the story than just a one-sided love.’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’ Whisper replied, shrugging his shoulders to go far away from the lustful touch. But Lucien had different plans, and pulled her shoulder towards himself, roughly.

‘I am not a fool Whisper. You wouldn't come here, if you had no feeling for him.’ Whisper simply looked down at her own lap, not replying to Lucien’s true statement. ‘Darling, remember.’ He whispered into her ear, his lips tracing the edge of her ear, as his unrestricted hand's thumb traced invisible circles into the back of her neck. ‘You are mine, and I will make sure everybody knows that. Between the world and you I will draw a line, so nobody can touch what’s mine.’

‘Trust me Lucien, I came here out of curiosity.’ Whisper lied. She was aware of the things that Lucine would do, if he established the fact that Whisper loved Rebel. So she would do anything to no accept it in front of Lucien.

‘Prove it then.’ Lucien c****d an eyebrow superciliously, his voice challenging and suggestive.

‘How?’ She asked.

‘You haven't used a sword in a while. I am feeling generous today, so go do it. Use it on the Rogue king.’ Lucien pointed his hand towards the sword, that was lying on the floor. Whisper's eyes widened, she was so surprised that she didn't even realize that Lucien had unwrapped his arm around her.

After all, she finally had the chance to touch her heaven. She finally had the chance to use a sword again, but on Rebel. It was the most absurd way a wish could come true. But if she didn't hurt Rebel, than Lucien would kill him, so mercilessly that her eyes would want to see nothing else, after that gore.

So she stood up and bit her lip with guilt, so Rebel would know that she didn't mean harming him, that she was only doing it to keep him safe.

Her hands trembled when she picked the sword up, like it had trembled the first time, she held it. Her fingers hesitating, and her knuckles whitening. She wouldn't lie, it felt magnificent to hold it again. Like she was an angel, who had fallen from grace and was asked to come back after centuries. Like she was feeling sunlight warm her skin, after being buried in snow for years. It was pure bliss. A noble chore that brought her happiness, but was rusted by its corrupt cause.

Whisper stood in front of Rebel, her eyes turning glassy but the water disappearing as fast as it came. She raised her sword lightly, her heart shivering and hands working persistently. She wanted it to be quick, like a flash.

‘Strike at the heart.’ Lucien commanded from behind. This was when Rebel looked up, to see that she was dwindling. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing or not. So he looked up at her assertively and nodded resolutely. Whisper took the motivation, and struck a cut at his heart. It was the most shallow cut, and yet it injured the most. He winced, but truly, he wanted to scream in pure agony.

‘Well done.’ Lucien clapped, to break the silence of the room. He stood up and walked beside Whisper to examine the cut she had made. ‘I must say, your skills are getting tarnished without practice.’ He mocked the shallow wound. He knew Whisper didn't create shallow marks, she created rivers of blood. That cut was a witticism compared to what she had done in the past.

‘I proved it Lucien.’ Whisper retorted distantly, looking at the floor with guilt.

‘Right. Which means we don't need him at all. So I will do the honors and kill him.’ Lucien smiled. Whisper face snapped up to look at Lucien, who was smirking at her with wit.

But Lucien, had no idea he was going to get astonished with the Omega's conspiracy. He approached close to Whisper only inches apart from her, and extended his hand to get the sword. She was harshly grinding the side of her forefinger to the side of her middle finger, the movement escaping Lucien's eye. As he looked back up at Whisper she jerked her hand in between their faces and a blue colored powered smoke danced in the air between them.

The five minutes she stood there, she had carefully placed the soft and tiny slab of sleeping powder in between her fingers. The message she had written to Astera was to ask for the powder and to inform her to establish soldiers at the end of the woods that were behind the palace. Lucien underestimated her.

Lucien coughed and screamed in both astonishment and anger, but before he could do much, he fell to the floor, asleep. Rebel stared up at her in shock, only to see Whisper's eyes struggling to shut down. With the sword still in her hand, she freed Rebel, who fell to the floor on his knees. Whisper falling in between him and Lucien's sleeping figure.

Rebel held her face in his hands and kissed the top of her head, giving her the relief she hadn't found in ages. She sleepily reached for his face, but failed.

‘Rebel go, there are Rogues at the end of the woods.’ She was struggling to speak under the powder that was forcing her asleep. ‘Take left and then go straight, then take the staircase.’ She explained him the path to Lucien's boudoir.

‘I’ll carry you.’ Rebel insisted. He couldn't leave Whisper behind, Lucien would break her. If Whisper had risked her life for his freedom, he wasn't leaving her in an unprotected place. He started wrapping his hand around her waist, but she stopped him.

‘No. It will slow you down, nobody will make it out that way.’ She shook her head. At that statement a tear slipped down Rebel's eyes, he wrapped his arms around her tired figure and held her against his chest unwilling to let go.

‘The I will stay too.’ Rebel stubbornly retorted his voice cracking, as he dug his face into her neck.

‘Rebel, please. Go. You will go, if you love me.’ She said. Making Rebel's tear faster as they slid down her covered shoulder.

‘Why would you do it to me.’ When no reply came, he knew she had fallen asleep. A tiny sob escaped his lips. He couldn't let go her sacrifice in vain, so he pulled away, slowly. He carefully placed her head on the floor, and kissed her lips, knowing that it was probably the last time he was doing it.

‘I love you, see.’ With that he left. His heart and soul still resting in Whisper's arms.