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^Lucius^
"I took it like I was told… no, I haven't seen him since a few days after… Isa gave her the message and called me once shed taken hers with Calvin… I know what they're planning but… I understand, Friday… Goodbye."
*Lexi*
Pain. I can feel each punch, each kick. Every one of them pushing me to the edge of unconsciousness. "Let me go" I spit out, barely aware of the blood seeping from my mouth. "Why would we do that, Daybreaker?" Damien asked, "Tell me what I want to know and I will let you die quickly." He turned to face me - his 6'2 , broad shouldered frame difficult to see completely in the dim light of the warehouse- or is it just my vision going? "No, never" I say, determination lacing my strained voice. "Fine." He said turning "We will just have to use other techniques." A smile tugged at his lips as he motioned for someone to enter, one of the men holding me yanked my head up by my hair as a young girl was being dragged in by her feet. No.
Isa woke at the sound of my strangled screams that echoed through the warehouse.
"You can't" I shouted .
"I can and I will, unless you wanted to give us that information."
"No."
"You will." At that moment he stepped forward and hit Isa round the face with a baseball bat. Hard. She was screaming in crippling pain and I can't help her. Wait. I can feel the power coursing through my veins, the power thrives from my anger, it does what it need it to – I need to save us. I pull the chains – snap. I stand and look at Damien who is now staring in disbelief . "Those were iron… witches can't break through iron" He stuttered. " I'm not a witch am I though? I'm a freak" I pulled my hand up to heart height and reach into the air, I feel the warmth flowing through my arm and the air warming around my hand. I see his skin begin to bubble as I burn him from the inside. I feel no remorse.
Lexi sat up immediately, sweat coating her face, seeping through her clothes. "What is happening to me?" she asked herself as she climbed out of her bed to clean herself up for school.
The rest of that week went by without incident, until she returned home Friday.
