Chapter 5: finally done

The Speaker, who sat constantly across from it, hadn't expected a human being to scream so loudly and for so long. He had certainly had some experience with torturing people, but usually, they died quickly from their injuries. This torture was of course something else. Not physical pain, but mental. The Speaker liked blood and all that fun stuff, but nothing was as nice as screaming children who were completely intact after the torture. And this one was the pinnacle of that. "She inherited that from her father, of course." said the Speaker softly. Not in such a whisper that no one could hear, because Nivera couldn't hear him through all her screaming and crying anyway. He already knew that this girl was different. Special even. Somehow the Speaker felt it would be better to take her out now, but he couldn't. He couldn't get that one prophecy out of his head.

When you least expect it, she arrives

When the stars shine as bright as the moon

She is the liberator, and savior of our beautiful country

Those who banished our oppressor from Osmium

Bad blood will flow everywhere

Like a mouse caught in a mousetrap

Watch out for her, you bad brood

Because if anything will flow, it's your blood

Of course, the Speaker had everyone who knew this prophecy executed, only unfortunately it would have cost about three percent of Osmium's population. It just didn't sit well with him. This prophecy was clearly about him and this girl sitting before him. He should have known, of course, that when he kicked her father out of the country, it would take another turn. At this point, there was only one choice. He had to let her forget about this incredibly pleasant conversation.

Nive was sure. She died. It had to be because the pain was excruciating. Her eyes were hazy and chapped from crying, and her lungs felt like they might give out at any moment. Through all the pain and blur, Nive could see the Speaker move. Unfortunately, he just wouldn't let go of her hand. He felt so numb now that she thought he had died. Nive felt the Speaker's hand brush her cheek. Because of the rough material touching her cheek, she assumed he had gloves on. "Nivera." said the Speaker. "Everything I've said here now, you forget. Will you do that for me?" Unbeknownst to Nive, she already nodded yes. The Speaker puts both hands back. The pain was still there, but now she was starting to feel dizzy. She felt her body go limp again, just like on the steps in front of her and her father's house. The pain slowly faded and Nive fell forward. Everything was black now and every sound seemed inaudible. The last thing she heard was the Speaker. Far away. "Well, that too!" then it was all gone.

The Speaker looked at the lifeless body of the girl before him. What was he supposed to do with this? Her soul was no longer in it because he had sent it back. The thing that was long for him was just a pile of skin with some bones in it. The Speaker paced around the room a few times and then came up with a wonderful idea. "Just remove the body," he said to himself. In the other world, she still had one. You didn't need a second one. "Perfect!" He knelt by Nive's body and put his hand on her head. Whispering and muttering, he uttered a few words and stood up again. Slowly the body faded and disappeared into nothingness. For a few seconds, the Speaker stood staring at the spot where Nive's body had lain. Those eyes. He recognized them all too well. Unbeknownst to Nivera, he had been staring into her eyes the whole time. They were as blue as the clearest seawater. Just like her father's. The Speaker turned and threw up his cape dramatically, making it look like something straight out of a movie. He walked diligently and with long strides to the opening in one of the six walls. He stepped through and pressed the red button. 'A classic. That red button." said the Speaker with a faint smile. He looked ahead and saw the room slowly disappearing behind the large steel door. It closed silently. There was something else in the hallway. Something strange. A rotten egg smell. The Speaker frowned. The last time he smelled this smell was when he found his mother dead in her bed. Those were good times! Exasperated, the Speaker walked down the long dark hallway. "I'm never going back into that room! I'm fed up with it! I should never have brought that girl here!" He kept walking and when he turned, the door of the perfect hexagonal room with only one window was already gone.