Like Fire Upon the Ice by Catari Ray (free e reader TXT) 📖

hear the roaring of the wind and the trees scraping other trees. I hear the crunch of the snow under the weight of something heavy. My dad walks into the small room, he points to me sister and Mom and then waves at me, and turning to the door he says something as if someone is there. Startled by this, I sit up. He whips his head around and puts his finger to his lips. Telling me to shut up. After seeing him I relax and close my eyes, I fall of into the abyss of blackness.
November 27, 3042 2:50 AM

I jump, a hand is covering my mouth. I try to strike with my hand, it's not there. I panic for a moment until I realize it's still there, I just can't feel it. I try my legs, their fine but, tied with a cold wire thing. I also can't move my mouth. I look over to where my sister and mother should be. They are not there. My eyes widen, and an electric shock runs through my body. Then I notice that my tattoos are glowing. They start to change colors; blue, black, red, green, orange, purple, yellow. I've never had so many colors flash on my skin. I start to hyperventilate, my family is gone and I'm surrounded my angels. Though Bastards! I feel my arms regain power. I twitch my fingers. The hand is removed from my mouth, I say nothing but, in my mind I cure them. They took Mom and Rose! They took Grandma and Grandma! How dare they! I lash out and strike something fleshy. I push up with my arms, my legs, as I thought, are bound. Not like that'll stop me. I reach to strike again, a hand catches my fist and twists my arm, I grunt in pain. I try to look at my attacker. It's an angel that's for sure, he twist me to see him. He has bronze skin, and gold eyes. My tattoos flash orange when he comes near. My arm hurts really bad, it feels as if I'm being branded. I scream and struggle, not a wise option for my arm. I shriek at him in wordless fury. I can hear him say, “Looks like a good catch this girl's got spunk. I think she'll do well in the games."
"You really think so?", a deep burly voice says as my tattoos flash black "With the size of her grudge I don't think she could STAND next to one of the enlightened."
A shrill voice continues purple, “No I think she'll be interesting. I mean her family, father really, sold, and SOLD her to us"
The orange person is arguing, "I think she'll do well."
"She's going to ruin the games! “says a new yellow voice
"She's going to make it more interesting!", a green voice gushes.
Orange angel says, "Hey, monkey. You are a girl right?"
"Of course she's a girl!", three angels say at once.
"Well she looks like a boy...."
"Well, are you going to strip her or something? I'm not, got to keep my virtue intact." a red voice is mumbling.
"Wait, wait you have virtue?" blue voice.
Red angel again, “Of course I do, I'm and arch angel!"
Blue angel, “You sure have killed a lot though."
"That doesn't count unless it is equal to you. I am superior to the monkey, ahhh.... humans, sorry... there for it doesn’t count."
"Long way for a short thing..." purple angel.
Black angel, “Long way?"
"You said a lot for a simple thing.", orange angel "So dear, you're parents sold you what now?"

November 28, 3042

I wake up. I remember the things my mom used to say, 'time for you yeast and shoe polish so you can rise and shine!' she used to pretend like nothing was wrong. Hahahaha the irony was funny, nothing being wrong... Oh well, it's time to get up. Yeast eating time. I try to move. My arms are blocks of lead, underwater, with elephants laying on them. So number one on the check list, arms don't move. Legs. No they're about the same. Darn... Okay, head. What the hell?! Does anything not move?! Okay, okay, calm down. Panicking and getting REALLY angry doesn't help you. Remember what happened last time. Last time, last time! Holy Bejezus! The angels! I try to fight the lead... and the water... and the elephant. I win. bolting up I, startling the man who sat watching me and the others in my room. Others? Why are there more people here? Can't think about that now. I have to run, run to Rose and mom and dad. I open a door and I'm out. I run down corridors and hallways all washed out white, or an off white that sets your teeth on edge. My legs hurt, they're existed but, I have to keep running. I bite my tongue until I taste blood. The taste is disgusting but I keep running. Flinging open doors, almost running into walls. I'm about three inches from the door, it opens and I slam into it. I must have been oblivious to the people shouting because the moment I stop their shouts reach me. I look to them, they have wings. I get up again. My legs are freezing flame. They burn and freeze and it hurts like the nine hells. I stand there, and I all I can do I stare wildly at the angels that are swarm me. One comes into catch me, I can't run but that doesn't mean I can't fight. I lash out, catching him in the eye. A nasty gash appears above his eye. I smile, almost, it seems more like a holy-shit-this-hurts-but-I'm-crazy-so-I'm-going-to-smile smile. The guy I bashed grins back at me, not in the same way though, his is more of the; you-just-hurt-me-but-I'm-going-to-get-you-for-it-later-hahahahaha smile. We grin at each other for a while. Then as the bastards drag me off I see him wave goodbye. If I could move he would be so dead! My face gets hot and with my last breath I yell, "You bastard! The world doesn't revolve around you moron. It. Revolves. Around. The Sun!" I struggle so that they're dragging me backwards and I stick my tongue out at him. I feel much better.

My eye lids are so heavy, their granite rocks. I can't lift them, they just sit there, useless. I try to lift them, I can't. I hate this, I'm trapped. I have to get away, I know that. My grandpa always told me, Lily, you can't trust you heart for it is susceptible to feelings, you can't trust you brain for it will try to reason you out of a problem, but, you can trust you gut, because your gut is never wrong. I have a gut feeling, it's time to move. I try to do something. I can't. I try again, a voice cuts through to me, lazy and uninterested, “That won't help you. The sedative I gave you is derived from a plant in the astral plane. You won't be able to move for a while." I inwardly grown, despite that he continues, “You must know that all the creatures in this building are very interested in you. You overcame a Human" he scoffs at the word "sedative. You must be angered by something. What is it? Why won't you tell me?" If I could lift a finger..."Oh my, can you not say a thing to me? Do you think I'm inferior? Oh yes, you can't-" I twitch a finger,"-move. All you can do is sit there and look pretty. I guess that what you were created for. I've always wondered that, why are you things so-" I'm seething, my foot is almost moving "-weak." I explode, my eyes flash open, my arms tense, and I sit there and glare at the light haired man with dark wings. It hurts to move but I do, I lift my eyes to glare at him, he's unsurprised. He sits there and smirks at me. My tattoos start to shine, I focus on convincing them up. Then I realize that I'm not my gloves. The angel looks at my eye and arm. His face becomes enraged, "How dare you! How dare you wear the mark! How dare you!" I decide this is a good time to move. I fluently move from the table I was placed in. My limbs are like liquid that I command, I nearly float off the floor. The Doc. reaches up to grab me, his movements are slow. I watch as his and reach and grab me, I see it coming but I can't seem to move out of the way. My eyelids close and I takes eternity to open them. His hands wrap softly around me, I can't move but, his hands become steel bars as if he expects me to move at any moment. Then he seems to realize that I take millennia to move. He start to laugh at me, he laughs so hard he needs to lean on the white covered bed. I try to say something but it comes out in mush. He easily says something it sounds like gibberish at first then after years I understand it he says, “That my dear is the soldier drug. It comes from a plant on the astral plane." He comes toward me and I try to raise my arm I barely get my hand up before he comes over and slaps me, right across the face. The he punches me in the gut. It doesn’t hurt but I anticipate it. One hundred years, two hundred, three hundred, four... at five hundred years the pain comes. It hurts so bad I feel my system shutting down. Year after year my body numbs until finally I find peace in a restless sleep.