Today I’m combining my Blogging from A-Z Challenge post for the letter ‘O’ with April’s WEP Challenge, for which the prompt is ‘Jewel box’.
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About my Entry
I tried to think a little ‘outside the box’ for this one. It was difficult to keep within the word count and the story ran away with itself a little, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it.
Word count: 975-FCA
Please note: I’m from the UK so I use the British spellings: jewel, jeweller and jewellery.
Opal and Onyx
The Jewellers throw me into the glass cage like a rag doll. Onyx struggles with them, shouting obscenities, but they shock him until he collapses in a heap on top of me.
The Head Jeweller slams the door. “Tut, tut, I thought better of you, Onyx.”
As she smirks, the skin around her mouth splits and weeps clear fluid. Half of her face is covered with ugly, red blisters.
Onyx staggers to his feet. “Let my sister go! She’s of no use to you.”
“We’ll be the judge of that.”
Onyx charges at the clear wall, slamming into it with his full force. I cover my head, but there’s no shattering sound.
“It’s reinforced crystallised carbon, or what I like to call ‘diamond glass’. Not even you can break through it—in fact, you couldn’t even leave a scratch. You can thank your friend Krystal for that.”
“What did you do to her?” I scream. Onyx flashes me a warning glance, but I ignore it.
Our captor assesses me for a moment, her face calm. “Krystal’s sacrifice will be remembered long after this war is over. Her legacy, the incredible power contained in her DNA, will live on.”
“She was a person, not a weapon. You murdered her!” My throat burns as I choke back tears. “One day you’ll pay for everything you’ve done to us.”
“Do you think I haven’t suffered too? Look at me,” the Jeweller gestures to her disfigured face. “Ruben thought he could use his little party trick to burn his way out of here. But diamond glass won’t burn until it reaches over 3000 degrees Celsius. The fool lost control, couldn’t contain his own flames. I tried to save him, and this is what it cost me.”
“Don’t pretend you care.”
“But I do care, Opal. I care about the Alliance and the millions of lives that depend on us winning this war. My precious Jewels, your abilities are worth more than you know. I wish I could protect you. But we have to do what’s necessary. One day, the world will thank us for that.”
Her cold stare sends a shiver down my spine. She really believes that. They all do. That’s what makes them so dangerous.
She turns away from me as the tears flow down my cheeks. I listen to the sharp clack of her heels disappearing into silence, then turn to face my brother. Deep wounds cover his arms. After everything we’ve been through, he’s still not broken.
“We’re getting out of here.” His dark eyes bore into mine, and I want to believe him. But I remember what happened to Saffi, Emmett, Krystal, Ruben, and all the others I didn’t know.
“You can’t just muscle your way out of this one. No one has ever escaped from the Jewel Box.”
He places a finger on his lips. Of course, they’re listening.
“No one is like you, Opal. You’re smart, and people don’t see you for what you are.”
I nod to show I understand his deeper meaning. “But I’m not ready.”
He places a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve always been ready.”
We endure a week of torture and degradation in the name of ‘research’. They cut us and polish us until our skin is raw, but I keep my power locked away, deep within me. They determine me useless; an iridescent beauty with no practical value. It’s my brother’s strength and endurance that interests them.
We finally recognise the Jeweller’s footsteps approaching once more, the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.
“I can’t hold it for long.” I’m unable to hide the tremble in my voice.
Onyx squeezes my hand, and I remember all the times that his strong grip anchored us together, one solid force against the world.
“Now!” he hisses.
I concentrate all the strength I have into this task. I close my eyes and focus on shielding myself against the light. Instead of letting the waves hit me and bounce off, I bend them around my body.
The Jeweller approaches our cell and her eyes widen. “Where’s the girl?” Her eyes dart back and forth, but she cannot see me.
Onyx smiles back at her. “She’s gone.”
“That’s impossible. No one can break out of here. You’re hiding her somehow.”
“Where? She’s already on her way to gather the rest of our people. When they get here, you’re all dead.”
The Jeweller hesitates before unlocking the door and stepping into our cell, thrusting her laser blade out in front of her. “It can slice through flesh like a knife through butter,” she warns. “Now, where is she?”
Onyx flinches back further into the cell and I creep forwards holding my breath. I approach the Jeweller from behind, ready to take her off guard.
“No!” Onyx yells, and the Jeweller slashes at him with the laser.
He’s not talking to her. He’s talking to me. His eyes dart towards the door. So, that was his plan all along. He wants me to flee while I have the chance.
But I’m not leaving him. I take a deep breath and lunge at the Jeweller from behind, jumping onto her back and squeezing my arms around her throat. She sinks her teeth into my forearm and I lose concentration, becoming visible again. Onyx howls in pain as the laser blade slices into his wrist, but he manages to wrestle it from her grip and it clatters to the floor, rolling away from us.
“Let go of her, now!” Onyx shouts and I jump out of the way as he barrels into the Jeweller with unstoppable force, throwing her across the cell. She hits the wall behind her with a sickening thud and slides to the floor.
A high-pitched wail echoes through the corridors. They’re coming for us. I take his dripping, red hand in mine and we run.
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