He glanced over at Basel momentarily, the tattoos on his lower jaw glowing before he looked back down at Stephanie. “I see secret-keeping wasn’t honored. Very well.” He turned back to Basel, frowning. “I do not know if you can describe her state as ‘alive’,” he replied in disgust. “She is more concentrated in power than any of us, so we have kept her hidden until we can figure out what to do with her.”
“She is not yours,” the King responded icily. “As it is, I doubt you could even get close to her. She is, as I mentioned, quite... temperamental.”
The King led them down into the darkness of the holding cells. It reeked of mold and sludge and he stopped at the end of the hallway, gesturing to a large, black door that had been tightened shut, like a bank vault. “She is contained in there,” he replied, turning the wheel slowly. “Be careful.” The door creaked open and a shining light pierced through the gloom. Not the warm, comforting light of the sun, but a harsh, sharp, almost fluorescent light.
The room was blinding, casting dramatic, sharp shadows against the walls. His hair stood up on the end, electricity crackling in the air around him. He would taste metal in his mouth, and his skin began to tighten. There was a ball of light in the center of the room. It was hard to make out, but looked almost like the fetal position of a woman with streaming hair that extended, the strands making up the intensity of light that surrounded her.
His ears began to pop and his tongue dried, his mouth feeling like dust as he moved towards her. However, as he said her name, there was a pause as the negative side effects hesitated.
The light swirled around him slowly, shaking with potential energy as it resisted latching onto his skin and bone.
As he approached, he would definitely taste blood in his mouth, his dried lips splitting snd his shoulders feeling ridiculously heavy, weighing him down.”
He stopped now, his brows furrowing. "An.. You can stay with me.. and you can sleep on my bed and we can take care of Digit together."
She was a hazy vision in front of him, her hair shocking and whipping around in place. After minutes of this though, something faltered, and the figure straightened up, opening its eyes and staring at him.
Anya paused and looked at him before speaking. “Baze...” The feelings receded, pulling her back down to the ground where she stood. Her head jerked back and the light forced her head to turn at an unnatural angle.
