The Arks: Over Heaven (by Ben)

Chapter 62: The Prison

Part 2/2

Nate began to whimper, and Patricia sighed.

“Patricia, take Nate there will you? I doubt he has the ability to get there on his own. Thank you,” General Wyvern calmly ordered Patricia. Patricia nodded and began to walk away, her shoes pounding on the stone foundation. The Crimson Crusader turned back to Chris.

“Now boy. I just have two more questions to ask you, and you'll get used to your new home… First, what’s your attribute?” June asked with a snarl.

“Invisibility,” Chris meekly replied.

“Second, how did you tame that flying creature?”

Chris paused, before finally responding.

“I knocked it unconscious and fed it meat… But if you’re trying to tame an herbivore, you need to use plants.”

June’s eyes lit up, and a smirk grew on her face.

“That easy huh? I believe you… Now take him away, General.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” General Wyvern replied.

General Wyvern brought Chris up and led him away to another room. Down a small stone hallway, there were a few cells that were made of iron bars. Calming music played from inside, and General Wyvern unlocked one of the doors and opened it up. General Wyvern took the handcuffs off Chris, then gently pushed Chris inside, before shutting the door on him and locking it.

He wordlessly walked away, and Chris sighed, collapsing onto the bed.

“This sucks!” Chris shouted. The music began to fade into the background, and the sound of a mattress creaking sounded in the cell across from his.

“I know, right? Being in jail again kind of reeks,” the other prisoner replied. Chris turned his head to see a man wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans. He had gelled up black hair and a black eye.

“Who are you?” Chris asked him with a raised eyebrow.

“Me? A prisoner just like you… What else is there to say?”

“No, like, your name.”

“Oh, right. Ian.”

“I’m Chris,” Chris said in response. He eyed Ian’s clothes cautiously, “What’s with the get up? Where’d you even find those clothes in a place like this…”

“These clothes? They’re not from around here, brotha,” Ian replied smugly, “I’ve had them with me since we got taken to this weird island.”

“Since before… We were about to graduate, why would you be wearing that during our graduation?!” Chris asked in shock. Ian raised his eyebrow.

“I wasn’t going to graduate, but you were, I snuck in. I’m not actually a student from your school. I was going to surprise an old friend with a few others, but… here we are now. Actually, I’m not even from these parts. I come from the Western States. Pretty long trip, but I guess it was worth it? Hell if I know. I haven’t seen my old friend’s face yet,” Ian explained with a yawn.

So that was with the accent. It reminded him a little of Ben’s, just a bit more intense and strong. Though, Chris found it even more shocking that someone would go out of their way to travel across the continent just to see a friend.

“You must have been really close to your friend if you traveled all the way from the West,” Chris said, “May I ask who your friend is?”

Ian glanced over at Chris, and then looked away with sad eyes.

“I’ll tell you later,” Ian decided. The implant embedded into Ian’s left wrist began to glow, and the music that was in the background suddenly began to get louder.

“I’m too lazy to talk more right now. Talk to me later. Rattle the bars or call me… on your CELL phone,” Ian smirked.

Ba dum, tsss; the clack of the drums rang in the distance.

“Okay then, talk to you later,” Chris replied, turning over in his bed. He shut his eyes. He decided he was going to get some sleep while he still could.