Haii ... I am sooooo sorry for not updating in… A MONTH!? CHEESE THAT'S A LONG TIME! Anyway… CHAPTER TWOOOOO
(I don't own night world… I wasn't even alive when it was published o.O)
WARNING: this fanfiction contains scenes of violence that some readers may find distressing.
"Not so perfect now are you?" The high-pitched female voice spat at him as they plunged yet another splintered piece of door-frame into his thigh. Why am I not dead yet?! Ash thought angrily, the poisoning from the wood should have killed him by now, sure, it wasn't in his heart but his once beautiful body and face were riddled with stakes and ugh used toothpicks. He was tied to a grand, mahogany chair, anchored to the ground with iron bolts on the top floor of the gigantic building supposedly to be the rebel's headquarters. As it turned out, it wasn't a rebel base, but a Night World torture chamber type room. Apparently it had been going for years, and they decided to give Thierry false letters and info to get a group of Day breakers captured. Well, they succeeded. And now the whole group was undergoing different forms of torture. In front of one another. In front of their soul-mates. All of the torturing scum were wearing masks, but it was clear which race each of them was. Werewolves.
An ear-splitting scream came from beside Ash as they slowly began to burn off Rachel's fingertips. He could hear Quinn sobbing, attempting to comfort his soul-mate from his chains suspending him upside down from the ceiling. The dogs beneath him heard his pleas to stop and whipped him over and over again. On the other side of the rectangular room, they continued to demand information from Jez and she continued to ignore them. She watched them intently as they moved to either side of her, forced her down hard against the cold floor and chained her arms above her head. A mutt leant in close, nipping at her cheek bone "y'know, they said I couldn't make you bleed. They didn't say anything about-"the scum bag was cut short as Jez spat in his face. "That's it you little bitch!" he kicked her once more in the ribs and stalked towards Morgeed. The half conscious lamia was lying in a crumpled heap beside the door. He'd been the first one to arrive when Ash got staked and had gotten the second, bigger wave of stakes.
"Filthy mutt." He growled as the wolf approached him and grabbed a baseball bat that had been propped up against the wall. In one swift motion, he smashed the bat into Morgeed's cheek. Jez screamed and cursed but the wolf never looked up; he just kept pounding Morgeed again and again. Jez had to do something. She couldn't watch her friends and soul-mate be tortured! But they wouldn't make her bleed, and that was the only way she could summon the blue fire. Wait a minute, she thought. With her last remaining energy, Jez opened her jaw, turned to her shoulder and bit. She tore at the shirt and flesh until the familiar copper liquid covered her tongue. Even in this pain, she could see the cord fading; feel the mind of her love slipping into a never ending abyss. No, the only person allowed to touch Morgeed is me. The distinct chuckle and murmur of I love you Jez gave her the last blast of power and BOOM. It all went blue.
I know it's only short but I've got a serious case of writers block so, that's it for now, ill try to update within 2 weeks and I'm sorry if the torture part upset anyone.
Ciao ;)