Forehead Chain Novels & Stories

The links of the chain were worked into the shape of small skulls between which round beads were inserted like crimson drops. “What’s this?” I breathed, marveling at the gloomy beauty of the thing. “It’s... it’s a gift, little one,” he smiled. Then, he skillfully undid the clasp, dividing the chain into two parts. He grasped one part in his fist and held out the other one to me, “May I?” A shiver ran down my spine.

“Think Aiden. Don't fight the chains. Fight the drug." He slowed his breathing deliberately, forcing air in through his nose, out through his mouth. Minutes passed and he reached out the fork he slipped behind him from the tray she dropped in the morning and started fixing it into the cuffs. He turned and turned till he heard a soft click. Sweat gathered at his temples. His shirt clung to his back, then he tugged, testing the cuff again. The chain rattled, still intact. He didn't pull that hard. His heart pounded faster. Shifting his weight before pulling again.

A chain. And I had just slipped it around my own neck.

He grimaced in pain. It turned out that the iron chain was more than fifteen meters long, and there were iron weights tied to both ends, one big and one small. The big one weighed almost a hundred pounds, and the smaller one weighed about fifteen pounds. It was a Twin-headed Chain Mace, a rare and unique weapon that very few people could use. Used properly, its power was astonishing. It could easily kill someone! The bald man was clearly an expert in this field. He first threw out the large ball, then the small one. The iron chain flew out and wrapped around Elio's waist with astonishing strength.

Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat. Choking, gagging for air clutched at his hands with my own. The sting of power that lived within him struck me like an electric shock. “I think in the future you should think about your words more carefully before letting them spill out of that pretty little mouth. I’d so hate to see those lips ripped from your skull, Chief Darksyde.” He snickered before throwing me to the ground.

My forehead immediately twitched. Where am I? I tried to get up. I tried to straighten up but I felt something cold stick to my foot. I looked at it and there I saw a chain. Manong. . . Will he really kill us? I touched my whole body. There is no pain in its parts. It's just amazing why he didn't even beat me right away. I struggled to get out of the chain. Pull here. Pull there. But whatever I do, I didn't make it. As I tried to remove my hand, I heard a laugh at my side.

He added with a frown as he used his free hand to press the center of his forehead. His headache was killing him and all these pulling and pushing, screaming and shouting, worsened it. His head was literally going to burst and only her coffee could help him. A worried frown covered her face as soon as she saw the line of pain in his forehead. She quickly touched his forehead over his hand and looked at him worriedly. "What's wrong?" She asked in worry.

My siblings were learning to use all elements too, but they weren’t under as much pressure to learn it all in such a short amount of time. I looked at myself in the mirror, my jaw still slightly discoloured from the bruising. I traced my fingers along with them; the bruises no longer hurt. They now were just a temporary reminder of what happened yesterday. My onyx hair was a wavy mess and still slightly damp. I brushed it out, taming it just a little. I placed one of my head chains on, its jade jewel matching my eyes. My eyes held a low glow to them, showing my Fae heritage. The chain was encrusted with little diamonds and moonstones. They sparkled along with the golden chain.

More will come. I looked at the chains, at the hairline cracks that hadn’t been there before. The first blow… and the first fracture.

But I couldn’t stop. I tilted my chin slightly, letting the chain glint just at the edge of my collar. “Why don’t you pull it out and see for yourself.”