Crimson Red, Cerulean Blue

(Violet)

You’d think that a person who was about to be executed would spend their last days contemplating their life, but I’d finished that a long time ago. Probably because the only things to do in this place was eat, sleep, and think about life.

I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know how long I’d been here. All I knew was that I was somewhere cold, because it was freezing inside my cell.

I’d learned that they’d recaptured Indigo, but I hadn’t seen him or her. I didn’t know where they were. I didn’t even know if they were even in the same place I was.

If only I weren’t so weak. If only I had a stronger power than just mind-reading.

Maybe then I’d be able to escape.

Lucas would scold me for saying that. Your mind is your greatest power, he’d always told me. Physical strength can only get you so far.

I wish that were true. I really do.

A guard walked by my cell, and I picked up a few bits of information from his mind. Apparently Red and Blue had met up with Green and Orange. Brilliant. At this rate, I was going to be the only member of the Seven who was completely useless. Not that I wasn’t already the only member of the Seven who was completely useless.

I can’t believe he fell for it. Lucas is typically such a smart guy.

My ears pricked up. Lucas?!

Shaking with nervous energy, I stood up and asked, “Excuse me?”

The guard turned around, an irritated look on his face. “Who – ”

The instant he made eye contact with me, I dove into his memories of Lucas.

Fighting. Training. The sight of someone with dark hair grabbing a sword off an opponent’s back and beating him up with it. Eating. Exchanging little, polite bits of conversation in the halls…

No, that was too far back. I had to find the more recent memories.

Running out, giving the guard a painful kick in the side. Vanishing, leaving me behind. Appearing again in Yellowton, only to find me gone…

Lucas came back to Yellowton?

He’d been looking for me. He came back for me.

My eyes filled up with tears again, against all my efforts. That made my magic fade away slowly, leaving the guard blinking and confused.

“What in the world just happened?” he murmured. Seeing me on my feet in the cell, he scowled.

“And what’re you up to, filth?”

I didn’t reply, just sat down quietly in the corner, pulling my cloak around me. But not to hide my tears. To hide my smile.

Lucas is okay. He’s still alive and fighting!

That was the best news I’d gotten since coming here. Because now, I had a chance of getting out.

A chance that was one of the most terrifying people in Spectrum.

One who happened to be mad.