Trigger a war- Chapter 4: Captive
Moonshine's POV
I woke up with groan, pain throbbing in the back of my skull. I was sitting on the floor of a dark, damp cave, darkness almost surrounding me. I reach a hand to rub my head, when I found they were shackled together at the wrists. Huh? Where was I? Suddenly, I remember being knocked out, Wolf being taken and being transported somewhere, somehow. I looked around in the flickering torchlight, hoping to find Wolf alive and well somewhere. My eyes land on a pile of fur, Wolf. I almost yell out in joy, but catch myself just in time. Instead, I try in vain to stand up, but I find that I'm shackled to the cave wall by one foot. I look around the cave, trying to find something to escape with, when I spot three other people in the cave with me. The one next to me is a girl my age, with brown hair and snow boots on. She is next to a blond-haired boy with only swimming shorts on. The third one along is a second boy with jet black hair. They all seem to be asleep.
"Uuhhh" the girl makes a noise as she wakes up. She tries to get up, just like I had.
"We're shackled to the wall, there's no point trying to get up," I tell the girl. She looks at me in surprise, just realising there was more than one person in this cave. She flops down and sighs deeply. I can't blame her; waking up to find yourself with a horrid headache, chained to a wall in a cave with no idea where you are. Oooh, it sounds worse when you say it like that. But it is.
"Did you get knocked out too?" the girl asked me, and I hesitated to answer. I wasn't used to any human contact.
"Um, yeah," I managed to stutter out. The silence follows until the first boy starts to arouse.
"What the..." that's all he could manage. I saw that he had bruises all over his shoulders and back.
"You're chained up, and so are we," The girl says, and the boy looks up in shock. He studies her carefully then replies,
"Who are you?"
"I'm Lizzie Falcon, who are you?" The girl, Lizzie, scowled.
"Leo Castano, and what about you over at the back there?" I realised he was addressing me, my expression was probably quite comical. He grinned slightly.
"I'm Moonshine. I don't have a surname," I replied, glancing over at Wolf, remembering the way he had named me. Leo didn't say anything. Now that we three all knew each other, the only one left was the boy furthest away from me. I looked at him carefully, and decided that he must be completely unconscious, not sleeping. He had a huge, bloody gash across his forehead, coating half his face with crimson blood. Being a hunter, I never get queasy about blood or gore, but the others seemed to be a little put off by his injury. We waited, for longer than I could count, without water or food. The boy still didn't wake up, and he got paler by the minute.
"Do you think he's ever going to wake up?" Leo asked no-one in particular, feeling uncomfortable. He was the closest.
"If he hasn't woken up yet, then I doubt it," Lizzie said. Woah, she's optimistic. Wolf padded over to me, and flopped down by my shackles. He went to business knawing on them. It was no use, they were metal, he couldn't get through it. I was starting to get a raging thirst and my stomach squirmed with hunger. I could tell the others were experiencing the same thing by their expressions.
"Alright prisoners! Get ready to spill it," a menacing male voice echoed throughout the cave. I wavering shadow showed on the wall in the firelight. A flicker of hope kindled in me, maybe he was coming to give us food or water. But what he said meant something otherwise.
Out from the shadows stepped a boy, about sixteen years old, with a mop of brown hair. He had menacing eyes, which were as white a snow. A cold aura surrounded him, and I involuntarily shrunk away against the wall. He wore denim jeans and black shirt, and a long sword hung around his waist. Lizzie saw him and gasped, horror and pain struck on her face.
"Jacob.." she whispered, which made me even more worried and confused. Lizzie must have known this creep.
"Lizzie, how nice to see you," the boy, I'm guessing he's Jacob, sneered. I could see the hurt behind Lizzie's eyes.
"Jacob, why are we chained up, what's going on!" Lizzie said in a high pitched voice. Jacob was caught off-guard for a second, but his expression quickly turned back to evil.
"I can't tell you that right now, Lizzie. First I need to ask you some questions!" Jacob smiled, and approached the unconscious boy. He put a hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to pull it out at any second. What use what that? We were all chained up, one of us unconscious.
"Hmmm, you must be the fire-spawn," Jacob said with disgust, kicking the boy with his foot. He stirred, groaning slightly.
"Now, you being asleep just won't do," Jacob said, kicking him again, in an effort to wake him up. The boy moaned and his eyes flickered open. They were the strangest colour; a mixture between fiery orange and light brown. He looked up through his own blood at Jacob.
"Where are they?" Jacob sneered, looking down at him. An expression of confusion passed over the boy's face.
"What...what are you talking about?" The boy said; his voice hoarse and strained. He looked ready to pass out again. Jacob scowled deeply, clearly annoyed.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about fire-spawn! Now tell me!" Jacob said loudly, making Lizzie jump.
"I don't know what you're on about!" The boy said, almost as loud and annoyed as Jacob. Lizzie shifted her position, catching the attention of both of them. She shrunk back.
"Jacob, what happened to you..." she looked really upset. Jacob returned the sad expression, but only in his eyes. He didn't know.