Chapter 2: The Awakening
At first there was nothing.
She was on the brink of consciousness. Though all she could see was black, and she found herself unable to move, open her eyes, or do much of anything at all, she was aware of her surroundings.
Then, she began to think more clearly.
Wherever she was was dry and soft, much unlike the hard, cement alleyway flooded with rain water that she remembered drifting off at.
And the noise was gone.
A person who had lived in New York City their whole life knew very well what it sounded like to be outside in the city. It was noisy. Full of honking and screeching and yelling and sirens. Yet, these sounds were being muffled by a barrier, which, in all likelihood, was a wall.
She had to be inside.
Slowly, Huntsgirl found the strength to open her eyelids for the first time since she had been kicked out, quite literally, by the Huntsman.
A surge of hopelessness and pain shot through her body as she remembered the details of what had happened the previous night.
But where could she possibly be?
Slowly, Huntsgirl sat up and looked around the room with caution.
First, she realized that she was on a bed, however, it was not her own. The bed, while being much more comfortable than the concrete, was hard and squeaky. There were various stains that covered the top of the mattress, and a thin, itchy blanket was draped over top of it. A flat pillow sat on the opposite end of the bed.
The rest of the room was extremely blunt. Nothing but a dresser in one corner, a lamp by the bed, and a window to her right.
All in all, the place did not seem very welcoming.
"I've got to get out of here," Huntsgirl thought to herself as she looked around the room for means of escape.
Instantly she rushed over to the window only to find that it had tight bars on it. Judging by the look of it, it was made out of unicorn horn.
Then she proceeded to the door to see if it was locked, and indeed, it was.
So what did this mean? Was she being kept a prisoner? Who keeps a prisoner in anything but a cell?
These thoughts flashed through the still half-asleep mind of the young women as she took another look around.
"It's just a door," she thought to herself. "It's made of wood. It couldn't possibly be that hard to break."
Not thinking twice, Huntsgirl charged toward the door and kicked it square in the middle, however, it did not even move.
She stood staring blankly at the door, hardly aware of the pain pulsing through her foot. Why wouldn't it break? She had broken down many doors in the past.
Huntsgirl gave another quick look around before sitting down on the bed to think for a moment.
"Okay," she thought aloud, "I'm tired and worn out from fighting, and I just woke up. Maybe I'm just not at full strength right now," she assured herself and started to relax. "Yeah, It'll be cake to get out of here once the day goes on," she tried to convince herself.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps right outside her door.
"I swear I heard a noise!" She heard a voice say and jumped up off of the screechy bed and into a battle position.
She listened carefully as the sound of rattling keys passed through her ear, and she watched as the door handle slowly began to turn.
As soon as the door was opened just a crack, she sprung at whoever was behind it.
Everything happened so fast that her mind barely registered getting tackled to the ground by a big red dragon almost instantly.
"Let…go…of me!" She kicked and struggled against him desperate to reach the opened door. "Filthy creature!"
She watched as a blue dragon entered the room and closed the door behind him.
While the American Dragon was distracted, Huntsgirl took the opportunity to bite down hard on his arm.
"Ah!" He yanked it back almost immediately. "Grandpa, she bit me!"
"What?" Huntsgirl mocked coolly, still being pinned down by the dragon. "Does the little baby dragon need his grandpa to help him keep me under control?"
The dragon growled lowly at her. "Damn, women! That hurt!"
"You watch it you arrogant little son-of-a-"
"Enough!" The elder dragon yelled over their fighting. He reached down to pull his grandson off of Huntsgirl.
She stood up with a huff and dusted herself off. "What the hell do you want with me?" She crossed her arms and turned her back to them.
"Well," the American Dragon began cockily, "obviously the Huntsman didn't want you, so we decided to snatch you up instead."
The words stung, but she managed to keep calm for awhile longer. "So what?" She glared angrily at the two monsters. "I'm your prisoner?"
"Guest," the blue dragon replied.
"Guest?" She let out a little laugh. "Right. Guest," She muttered sarcastically.
"Hey," the younger one pointed out, "at least we're not keeping you in a cage."
"Well you might as well be," the young girl replied coldly.
"This room has all the qualities of a cage that would keep you from escaping," the old man began to explain. "The doors, walls, windows, and floors are all under a magical strengthening charm. They are almost impossible to break."
"That explains it," she muttered to herself.
"We feel it would be better suited to allow you to live in a normal environment," he continued.
"Why?" She turned around to face them once more, staring deep into their cold, dark monstrous eyes. "What are you planning on doing with me? What's your motive?"
"Look," the American Dragon began, "obviously, the Huntsclan doesn't care what you do. But we do," he explained. "We figure that if we give you time to think about all that they've done to you, you'll realize that you're on the wrong side, and spill Huntsclan secrets to us."
"What?" The young women looked at the two beings with complete disgust. "Why would I do that? I will remain loyal to the clan," she stated stubbornly.
"Very well, young one," the Chinese Dragon replied. "However, you may find that your mind will change over time."
Huntsgirl huffed in reply. "Why are you telling me all of this, anyways?"
"Well," the boy shrugged, "we are going to have to start interrogating you sometime. I think you'd be smart enough to figure out where we were going with it, don't you?"
"Whatever," she sat back down on the bed.
"Now," the elder dragon began, "here is your first meal," he set down a plate of food on the cold wooden floor. For 'prison food,' it really didn't look too bad.
"We will bring you up two meals a day," he explained as he walked toward the door. "If you ever feel like you want to talk, just let us know," he opened the door cautiously and walked back out into the hallway, his grandson following shortly after.
As soon as they were out, the door was slammed shut and locked faster than she could blink.
The young women stared at the door and then to the plate of food on the floor and then out the window longingly.
Why did life always have to be so complicated for her?
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Ummm freakin' yes! Story update! I don't know about you people, but those are my favorite! Lol.
Wow. I was…not expecting that much support. Thank you all very much! It is greatly appreciated! And is what pretty much pushed me to get thinking and write out this chapter. I've been very busy lately. I always am this time of year. Anywhere from November-February. Any other time I'm lacking updates, I'm just being lazy. XD
I'm honestly surprised how many of you noticed I gave Gramps wings in the first chapter. Lol. It just…fit with what I was writing. :) Sometimes that's just how it works out. Pretty cool you guys noticed that though. Lol.
And I like that some of you noticed that I haven't being using names. I've done that on purpose. See, this is written in 3rd person, but it's through Huntsgirl's point of view. She doesn't know Jake or Gramps' names. And she is still evil…so she hasn't quite become Rose yet. Their names will be used eventually.
Thanks for reading and for all of your support!
~ada
