Chapter 3 Tortured
Nick POV: 'Well, it may not have been a trap, but they were ready for him', Nick thought to himself as all three of them were heavily pressed to defend themselves. The Klaustreich in front of him not only had brut strength, but he appeared to have military training as well. Nick heard a car drive up, and prayed reinforcements hadn't arrived because they already had their hands full. Just then Hank ran out of ammo and Nick couldn't believe what he heard next.
"Here Hank," was yelled in Adalind's voice. He knew that yell quite well from one or two spats they'd had. Nick reflexively looked as Adalind flung a crossbow, a little too accurately for her own strength, at Hank. What? Why was she here? Just then his opponent took the advantage, knocking away his weapon and Nick was tackled to the ground. He was furious. 'If I get through this, she's never going to hear the end of it from me,' he fumed inwardly. He hadn't called for his own reinforcements. Then his anger turned to fear, as two of those attacking broke off to go after her. He was never more thankful for her returning powers than at that moment. "Here Nick!" He knew exactly what she was going to do, as he flattened his hand, closest to the sword, to the ground and opened his fingers. The sword returned, almost immediately, to his palm as he saw her Woge and make quick work of the first guy. Her second attacker stopped in his tracks, as the Klaustreich went for Nick's jugular. With one stroke, Nick's opponent was no more.
One of those that remained standing against them said, "He does have a Hexenbiest." The closest one to Nick had determination and defeat warring in his expression, then when the others started to flee, he followed. "What does that mean?" Hank questioned as he watched their retreat.
"I think Eve has been reeking some havoc. It seems her reputation proceeds her," Nick concluded with a huff.
"But I'm not Eve," Adalind relied somewhat put off.
"No, but she's a Hexenbiest whose been sporting a blond wig," Nick stated while glaring at her. This was NOT over.
Hank had gotten over his surprise at Adalind's change, but Wu's face was priceless as he stayed wary of her. "I never thought I'd say this, LITERALLY never, but I'm kind of glad you're back to you're old self," Hank said to her.
"Thanks," Adalind relied shyly stealing a glance at Nick before quickly looking away. She knew Nick wasn't happy.
"Come on. Monroe must be in the cabin they were defending," he commanded.
They crept close and seeing only one inside, Nick waited till his back was turned. Coming quietly up behind him, and Nick slit his throat. He had no mercy for anyone who would kidnap Monroe. They all entered stealthy then and didn't see Monroe. 'He must be in the back room,' was Nick's thought, as he motioned that direction.
What they saw upon entering that room made him sick. Adalind involuntarily sucked in a breath as her hand covered her mouth in shock. Monroe was completely swollen and bloodied in the face, and they must have broken some of his fingers because they were at weird angels. Nick held his breath waiting to see Monroe take his next one, and was rewarded when Monroe struggled but inhaled. "Quick, we've got to get him help." Nick was beyond worried. Working as quickly and carefully as they could, they helped him to the car.
Adalind POV: When she saw Monroe's broken body, her vision changed and she saw Nick there barely alive. She sucked in a breath as her stomach clinched and she couldn't help but cover her mouth in shock. Poor Rosalee! This would break her heart.
They gently freed Monroe's unconscious body and brought it to the car. He regained consciousness briefly as they put him in Nick's back seat. "Don't worry, Monroe," Nick reassured him. "You're safe. We're taking you to the hospital."
"No, take me to the spice shop. Rosalee will know what to do," Monroe requested feebly. Adalind hoped the apothecary could handle seeing her Blutbad husband like this.
"Ok, don't worry," Nick reassured him and Monroe drifted out again. Turning to her, Nick said, "Call Rosalee and tell her to meet us there." In a somewhat quieter, but no less intense voice, he spoke only to her, "We'll talk about THIS later!"
She didn't regret her actions and she wouldn't, no matter how mad Nick was, she thought as she watched him drive away. Fishing out her phone, she called Rosalee.
