The Hunt

[25] The Inflicted Damage For Revenge

Felicity's POV:- (present time)

Birds chirping, twigs and breaking sticks, muffled talking, sobbing and a lot more disturbing sounds made me squirm in someone's arms that were wrapped around my waist and under the back of my knees.

I could sense the familiar feeling of warm droplets rolling down my cheeks and it hurt me to think about what I just remembered. I can't stop it but I wish I could.

Involuntarily, I cuddled closer to the chest that steadied me; for I felt secure.

Slowly, I tried peeling my eyes open but failed miserably when I realized I couldn't really control my movements.

"I think she might be waking up, guys." The muffled voices came to life and my eyebrows immediately drew together.

Anger shot through me and I tried so hard to open my eyes but to no avail.

Soon, the reality of being in the present time settled in and fired up my built up rage.

I was in the arena.

I was with them.

I was laid down and I felt the sharp edges of each stick poke my partially exposed back, making me cringe.

I regained little control over my body and started wiggling my fingers patiently. My eyes began flickering because of the light that fell directly into them but after adjusting to it, I fully opened them.

"My order still goes," Aiden muttered through gritted teeth and everyone nodded with their heads hung low before they turned around and walked away.

Aiden stood in front of me, his fists clenched by his side while the others sat down in a circle far by one of the largest trees.

Getting up shakily, his eyes caught mine and I staggered backward after an increasing ache coursed through my head. The world was surely spinning around me and the ground looked as if it was getting bigger and smaller at the same time.

"We need to talk, Felicity," he spoke, "and you need to be direct with me."

I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling a bomb of hatred and resentment explode within me. His father killed my mother without a care in the world and I know I shouldn't be punishing Aiden for what his father did but he's no different. He deserves every ounce of hate directed towards him.

"I won't hurt you," he said. "I promise," he whispered, his eyes holding an emotion I can't understand.

"I wasn't going to let you anyway," I fired back and he looked away. "What happened to my dad, Aiden?" I asked, on the verge of tears, unable to keep this question in.

"Your dad was- wait!" he cut himself off. "You remember?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"You didn't want me to?"

"Not like that but," he sighed heavily, "Felicity, my father caught your dad and imprisoned him but I don't know what else happened because I was kidnapped the next week."

His voice definitely held anxiety and shakiness which was weird, to be honest, considering he was all 'strong and mighty' literally a day ago.

I, on the other hand, felt like a dagger had been stuck inside of my heart. Not only had Torryn killed my mother but he had also locked my father up for something I did.

My dad is probably dead by now.

With that thought, I pushed Aiden down and swiftly took his bow. The arrows scattered across the ground which made it easier for me to grab two before he could stand up.

"What are you doing?" he frowned, backing away slowly until he was standing in the middle of the group after they had ran to his aid.

Each one stood with a weapon, Vela hid behind Adriel whose trembling hands couldn't steady her weapon and Aiden gave me a pained look.

This was all too much and if I'm not leaving tonight, neither are they.

"Felicity?" Brian spoke for the first time in a long time which made me guilty. I know for a fact he was the one who carried me when I was passed out and the crack in his voice made me even more guilty, thinking that I'm betraying someone who at least cared a bit about me when I was at my weakest but what happens, has to happen.

I'm a very loyal person until you snap me. And I can't stay with them here, knowing that I could do something to help. Not only me... but them.

There, I stood, bow up, stretched in my hands, string pulled and if released, one would die.

I was blinded by my own mindset. I wasn't thinking straight and I could cause some serious damage with what I'm doing but a part of me could care less.

"You murdered them," I gritted out, "you murdered them when you could've just exiled me and my friends. Your Chief had to fucking leave a mark on our lives that I doubt will ever heal."

My grip on the bow tightened.
"I never wished you guys would die any more than I do now," I said, venom laced in my voice before I noticed a short tree with a fruit I recognized as Blue Java. Promptly, I shot the arrow, causing a mound of them to fall.

"Something that'll keep you alive for a while," I smirked, dropping the weapon and running off into the jungle. Leaving a bunch of kids mortified with wide eyes. Some even watery.

I don't care. I'm going home.

A/N What do you think Felicity is going to do?
Stay peaceful❤✌