“What are you doing?!” The urgency in Jem’s voice was disturbing.
Sapphire glanced at him, but she’d turned into a carnivore. She couldn’t answer anymore.
When Jem saw that she’d eaten his food, he roared in rage. He lunged forward at her and shoved her to the ground. As the two struggled in the bloody snow, Sapphire regained her mind. The snow melted inconspicuously under her control. The ground was still scarlet, but it had turned back to soil. Roses grew as if in a race. Jem’s eyes looked like they would pop out any moment. He opened his mouth and charged at Sapphire once more. As she dodged his blow with her half-eaten arm–already healing, once outside of the cage–she realized she’d gotten back her consciousness.
Jem was about to lose his.
She plucked a red rose out of the ground and swung it at Jem. In her hand the rose had become stronger, harder, longer–the thorns were sharper. It was like a sword. Sapphire let her other arm heal itself–she was done eating anyway. Still holding the rose by its petals, she pointed it at Jem and stood up in a pool of blood.
“You’re going to kill me?” Jem mocked, wiping blood off his jaws with the back of his hand. “Who do you think you are?”
“I am Sapphire,” she hissed, her eyes icy and distant. She raised her rose, and was about to cut open his head, when a true sword formed in his hands.
“Duel?” Jem smirked.
Sapphire grunted. He’d stabbed the blade through her good arm.
He put his fingers under her chin and lifted it up so that she was forced to look at him. Her arms were suddenly locked in place by an unseen force. “Even if you manage to make it out alive, ask yourself this–why would you do that for your brother?” Jem chuckled once, displaying a lopsided, twisted smirk. “You’ve already had the best of your days here, with me. You ruined it yourself.”
“You were planning to eat me from the beginning!” Sapphire hissed through gritted teeth.
“But I changed my mind mid-way. It was you who made this have to happen. Now, you’re going to pay for your sins.”
“I–” Sapphire was about to snap back in defense, but she found that her arms were free to move. She didn’t even ask why. Jem was wrong. He made her dangerously angry. That was why, without a moment’s hesitation, she slashed through his neck with both hands on her rose, in one single blow.