Mare.

I can't sleep, and I haven't been able to in a long while. Falling asleep and knowing that I won't wake up in Maven's arms is unsettling and depressing. I haven't breathed fresh air in 37 days, I've eaten nothing but scraps for 37 days, and I have been alone for 37 days.

Alone minus my two babies.

I talk to them every day. They are my companions. I have grown in that area but shrunk everywhere else. I have been given enough food to sustain my babies and me somewhat. I am always hungry though.

Being here makes me realize how spoiled I am at the palace, how Maven spoils me rotten. He is going to spoil the twins too.

If I get out of here.

I've tried during my first few days here, but the chains have silent stone, my door is guarded, and there are no windows. I have tried but I am stuck here.

On my one try when I got close to getting out, my baby girls were threatened just like before, just like at the Honeymoon Strut. I backed down after that. It shook me into submission.

I rub my stomach again and smile faintly. They are the only thing that gives me joy nowadays.

I hear the deadlock of my door open and I look up. It's him again, I don't even know his name. Someone else- a boy -follows behind him. He is holding a sharp knife and he looks at me with no emotion in his brown eyes.

It caused shivers to go down my spine.

"Is this going to be of use, boss?" The unfamiliar male asks.

"Depends on how the whore reacts,"

I still flinch at the nickname. Sometimes I wonder if he is right. I did cheat on Maven, but I was drunk. And they know this information.

"React to what?" I ask dimly.

They both look down at me, chained to the floor. The boy with blond hair and blue eyes crouches down at me and tilts my chin with his knuckles so I can meet his eyes.

"To our plans," He tells me deeply then tosses my chin back. He stands back up straight and steps back a few steps.

I grit my teeth at him, his response is a mere chuckle.

"Are we going to kill them now?" The unfamiliar one asks.

I know who they mean when he said: "we". My hand flies to my stomach.

"No," The blue-eyed boy says. "As I said, it depends on how she reacts."

I stay quiet. The blue-eyed boy looks at me hard for a few seconds, then goes back to the other boy.

"We will spread the news once the babes are born," Then he looks at me over his shoulder darkly. "If they make it 'til then."

My hand protects them again. He notices my movement then chuckles.

"A useless protection mechanism," He walks towards me so he is towering over me. "Your meek little hand won't save your babies."

"At least it's something," I spat back at him with gritted teeth.

He tsk's and shakes his head, then turns his head back to the other boy, grabs the knife, and crouches down again.

"So feisty," His hand caresses my torso, and I want to slap it away but who knows what he can do. "Too bad so sad."

Tears sting my eyes. I look at my hands to see if I can move them to scramble away from him, but he notices and chuckles.

"There is nothing you can do," He then uses his feet to step on my hands with all of his weight and the pain is unbearable as I hear all my knuckles crack.

"You said you named them, right?" He asks me. I swallow the saliva down my throat and I blink the fearful tears from my eyes. "Then I guess they will have titles in the afterlife."

I feel the tip of the knife against my stomach then I start trying to squirm away. He then uses his free hand to grip my neck, I then cough as I try to use my feet to get away from him, but nothing happens.

The knife blade goes even tighter against my stomach skin, just about to pierce his skin. I close my eyes tight as I can feel the knife rip into my skin- apologizing to my babies in my head.

I'm sorry, I am sorry-

BANG

He releases his hold on me as a gunshot vibrates through the room. I back away as soon as I can and look at my stomach, a small amount of blood staining my dress.

More gunshots followed the first one, then screams came later. The boy I didn't recognize ran out of the room for a mere second then came back inside.

"It's an ambush,"

"Who?"

"Silvers,"

My eyes widen. Did they finally find me?

The blue-eyed idiot looks at me with confused and angry eyes, but then he runs off, leaving me alone.

I try to stand up, but the chains pull me back.  I look around the cell for my options.  Outside the doorway, I see a man gushing red blood fall dead outside and to my luck, his gun comes sliding into my cell. 

I get up and scramble to reach it, but the chain only lets me go so far.   I trip onto the ground and land on my knees.  I look helplessly at the gun and try to find some way to get to it. 

I do a 180-degree flip so my feet are close to the gun and I just barely touch it, and some spirit above must be on my side since the weapon comes closer to me.  I can grab it now, and I do.

Blood coats the trigger of the gun, staining my hand.  I crawl back over to the chain bolted to the concrete and take a deep breath. 

I haven't shot a gun in so long, what if I miss?  What if I accidentally hit me?

I push the negative thoughts out of my head and aim at the stronghold of the chain.   I debate if closing my eyes is a good idea, and my consensus is no since then I won't be able to see what I am doing.  

I am and then pull the trigger.  A loud bang goes off and I hear the clang of the chains that were holding me down for so long finally clang down to the ground. 

It takes me a second to realize I can walk away.   When I stand, my vision blurs, and my stomach winces in pain.  I go up to touch it and I can feel warm blood, so I look down at it.  The wound isn't too big, and I'm not bleeding anywhere else so that's a plus.  

I get up to walk to the doorway and peek my head out and I don't see any commotion, so I slowly walk out of my cell and look around.  I then see someone running around like a madman, but someone in a familiar outfit, an outfit of a castle guard.  

Is he here? 

I keep walking around and I see an opening from the cave I was imprisoned in, and I do a speed walk to get out and breathe in the fresh air.  I see horses with saddles outside, waiting for their masters to return to them.  Once I am out, I look around, and then I see it. 

I see him on horseback.  And he sees me.  

He gets off his saddle and I start doing some hobble-run over to see him, tears streaming down his face.  

As soon as I get into reach, he wraps his arms around me tight and I start sobbing.  

"Hey hey, it's okay I've got you," His smooth, blanketlike voice tells me.  He then lightly nudges me back to look at me.  The same dress he last saw me in, just ripped and stained.  His eyes stop at my stomach, looking at it with awe and shock.  

"They are-," 

"Yes," I say, finishing his sentence.  

His hand caresses it, then he stops at the bloodstain, and he tenses.  "We need to get you to a doctor, you look horrid."  

I nod in agreement and he picks me up and he gets us up on his horse.  He then commands the horse to carry us off, which the horse then does.  

I always imagined the love of my life riding off on a horse in the moonlight, but I never thought it would be him running away to save me and our babies lives.  

Happy New Years my aliens. 

my resolution: get over my shitty fear of driving and keep my room clean for longer than 2 days. 

FYI: hunger games fanfic coming soon, keep your notifications on! 

happy Christmas and merry new year