Micah POV 2-
I lifted myself off the bed and ran my fingers through my thick hair. I walked over to the dresser. I grabbed a black shirt and black pants. Locked my belt on and headed towards the Training Room.
As I was walking over to the room, I heard a voice, and saw a portal. I quickly hid behind a table and prayed they wouldn't see me.
"Lie… Tell them she was killed. Maybe they will stop looking." A voice said.
"I'll say she lit the place on fire, killed herself and her friend."
I leaned forward to see who was talking.
I knocked a knife off the table and it flew into my arm. I bit my lip, stopping me from screaming. I felt blood pour into my mouth. I backed away quickly… too quickly. I fell on my hand digging the knife farther into my hand. I let out a swift grunt.
I looked towards the people that were standing there before. They were gone. I looked behind me, there they were. A man and Harinth Fairchild stood before me. The man jerked the knife out of my hand and kicked my chest. Before I could say anything or do anything, Harinth spoke.
"We will have to take him with us." He began. "It's too risky to keep him here with the others."
"Traitor!" I yelled. "You are supposed to help-"
Harinth grabbed the knife from the man and ran it through my arm. I tried to yell out to Elisa but he grasped my hair, and pulled my head back.
"Make a single word and we will make sure your little friend dies."
I immediately closed my mouth shut. The man drove his elbow into my throat making me feel dizzy. And before I could do anything, Harinth attained his cane and slammed it on my head, making me lose my vision.
Once more I am sorry this story is short. We all have mishaps here and there. And mine was accidentally deleting this stories folder. I'll try to make these longer, but with school and stress it might take a while.
xox Herondale