Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27371749-20151209190914

(I am new at Wiki and I am just figuring things out. I have read the rules and standerds for this wiki and my story got deleted. Before I will go for an 'appeal' I want to know what you guys think. What should I add, take out and other things in that area.)

I looked up between the grime fused bars as I hear a scream emanating from the room right across from me. I pull against the chains that bind me down to this grim place, but this worked to no avail. A couple of minutes later there was no sound, not even a slight breath from anything. That’s when I heard the footsteps slowly walking toward the cell in which I was being held. I squirmed because, I was the last of my kind, I was a fallen angel. I glanced up as I felt a tremor shake my bones. The cell door was now unlocked and a huge black figure stood above me, their messy hair hanging down dripping with some unknown substance. I watched him come closer, but I couldn’t move. I was froze with pure terror, and that’s when everything went black.



When I opened my eyes, I was strapped down to a table, but that isn’t what surprised me. Hanging above me was an assortment of wings that still had the dried blood and bits of skin on them. This was enough to almost make me gag, but I held the bile down in my throat as the person walked in and took off the black robe. When I saw who it was it made me gasp in surprise. “Now, don’t be surprised, dear.” Their voice echoed down the halls. The person stood near a rack that had an assortment of knives and other things. They picked up a knife that had the emblem of a cross on the side and laughed. “How ironic.” They said, as they twirled the knife in the air and walked over to me. “Now, I’m going to have to flip you over so your back will be facing me.” They said smirking as they walked over and unshackled one of the chains and flipped me over on my stomach. I let out a shrill scream as my free arm hits a metal spike. I pull my arm free and it leaves a gaping hole, so big I can see through it. The stranger laughed. “That will leave a mark.” He grinned sadistically.



I growled as he raised the cross embedded knife and swung down, toward the area where the wing and skin attached together. I felt a blazing pain sear through the left half of my body and let out a shrill scream. He just laughed, as I wondered, why would he betray the followers that he so desperately wanted? I heard the swish of the blade being brought back down as it pierced through the skin and wing once more. I let out another shrill scream, as the pain rippled through my body once again. This time I felt blood gush down my back, and it was flowing heavy. My vision blurred as he went to the rack to get something better, a saw.



I nearly lost consciousness, but as soon as he grabbed the wing my eyes opened wide by the pain it caused. He put the saw blade next to the skin and started to saw away. Each movement caused a tremor to pulse through my body as my screams echoed down the hall. Finally, it was over. My left wing was dismembered and on the floor in a mess of blood and shredded skin. He grinned as he hung the wing up on the platform where the others were placed. “Time to start on the other.” He said as he looked at me, not a flicker of emotion flickering on his face. He put the saw blade right next to my skin and wing and started sawing. Suprisingly, I didn’t feel a thing. I drifted out of reality as he continued.



 I finally woke up, and my back was in a searing pain. His laugh echoed off of the walls, as I sat up. I leapt off of the table that had my blood all over it, but I guess my stomach managed to hold the vomit in. I suddenly felt a searing pain rip through my arm. I looked down and my heart started to race. The one that had done this to me, the one that tortured me, was one I followed to the ends of the earth. The name etched into my skin was “Lucifer”.  