Chapter 8, enjoy.
(Sammy's p.o.v)
I wasn't one for partying, the loud music and the drinking never held much value to me but as I moved my body against the two hottest girls on my team I could do little else but smile, I leaned back against Nathalie and wrapped my arms around Sophia's shoulders, our bodies moving as the beat pulsed through our bodies. I felt safe as I danced with both of them, for once I didn't feel out of place and I was beginning to understand what Sophia said about inner confidence. Sophia flashed me a perfect smile and tightened her grip on my hips, the feeling of their bodies against mine was pulling me into a frenzy, a light sweat dusted my body as I felt my core temperature rise, my heart moving with the beats of the music, fueling me on. From the looks, we were getting I know others noticed. Though that thought was far from my mind as my body tried to keep up with Sophia's movements and Nathalie's skilled hands running circles up and my arms. I wrapped my arm around her neck as Nathalie traced light kissed down my neck, I let out a low moan that was swallowed up by the music but I knew they both heard it. I didn't care if the world exploded in the next five minutes, I would die happily in their arms.
"Mmm, Someones getting eager" Sophia practically purr's in my ear, I bite my lip to silence the moan but Nathalie pulls her hips back a bit and uses her thumbs to knead small circles into my lower back.
My mouth falls open and my eyes fall shut, of course, Sophia had told her about my ultimate weakness. I close my eyes as I feel the similar heat pooling in the pit of my stomach, Sophia always had that effect on me and it now seems Nathalie can do it too.
"Well what do you expect, sandwiched between two totally hot girls," I say and place a kiss on Nathalie's neck "I'd be a fool not to act otherwise"
"Sammy, Nathalie's 19, that's statutory rape" Sophia chuckles, I pout and turn back around glance at Nathalie
"I won't tell if you won't," I say with a cute pout, Nathalie chuckles
"My god, this child!" Nathalie says almost painfully, I give her a small smile and jump as Sophia pinches my ass.
"Behave Sammy" she growls in my ear "Or I'll have to punish you..."
(Holt's p.o.v)
I let out a low groan as I struggled to open my eyes, my head spun as I finally opened my eyes. I was met with the sight of green, I sucked in a breath and the scent of freshly cut grass filled my nose. I let out a pain filled groan and somehow managed to roll onto my back. Everything hurt, my head hurt, my body hurt. I sat up and felt liquid drip onto my hand, I glanced down and saw purple blood on my fingers. I felt the liquid roll over my mouth and grabbed a cloth to hold against my nose, everything felt so hazy as I pulled my headphones off my head and draped them around my neck.
"Where the hell am I?" I whisper as I try to think back, this only causes my head to burn and my nose to run harder.
I try to place the pieces together but that felt like trying to fix a shattered plate. I blink, holding the rag slightly tighter and turn, looking around with watery eyes, the bright lights burned. At first, all I see are houses, rows upon rows of houses. Children's toys littered on the yard, lawn gnomes on others and purple, blue and yellow flowers filling large flower beds. Nothing looked familiar. Nothing I could place. I force myself up, leaning on a white wooden fence and start walking, hoping to find something that could tell me what side of town I was on. I looked around for the school, trying to find the ever imposing towers and terrifying gargoyles and find dark blue sky instead.
A bright flickering light draws my attention and I turn, squinting at the large neon sign. I rub my eyes with the pad of my thumb, trying to clear the tears and feel them come back when it does.
Seven eleven. The place where all the normies hung out.
My mouth fell open, as the loud pounding returns. The rags almost slipped from my hand as the pieces fell into place, piecing together the sick picture of hell I'd just wandered into.
"Jackson?!" I scream in my mind, the raging headache wasn't helping my anger "What the fuck are we doing on the human's side of town?!"
I had always teased Jackson about being human. I had ridiculed him about his lack of powers and took it as a great burden when I found out about him. But deep down I'd always respected him. It took guts to walk into a school full of monsters, and not only did Jackson do it but he did it for months, putting up with torment and bullying, taking everything that was shoved at him until Frankie saved us. Over time It became easier to get along with him, talking really helped. It allowed us to put aside our differences and despite having different hobbies Jackson still helped me with my music algorithms and I helped him with his bullying problem. He trusted me enough to sign up for casket ball and music class and soon enough most of his enemies were gone. We even got Frankie-fine! The green goddess of love.
I knew that Jackson would always have my back and it only further added to my worry when he didn't answer back. Jackson had the smartest minds of our generation, he would never accidentally wander into the wrong part of town.
"Hey Jackson Answer me!" I growl again and when he doesn't I reach into my pants, my hands grip my I-coffin and pull out the device. If he thought he was ignoring me after this shit he had another thing coming.
I push a few buttons and send him a very angry text purposely using a lot of swear words just to get a rise out of him. I lean against the side of the building and wait.
...
I look at the phone and see my message was sent but not opened, I could feel my heart beat increase slightly. I shut my eyes and sat down, I try to sense my other half. After a few seconds, I sense his presences but it was faint and wasn't moving like it usually was. I open my eyes and will myself to see our house but when I open them again I'm met with the pavement I was sitting on. Shutting my eyes, I try again, willing myself to enter our house like I had done with ease this morning but once again I found myself staring at the street. I stand up and grab my phone, I open my contacts and call my jerk of a brother.
...
I know the phone call wouldn't actually work, it's a pre-programmed number that says it's out of range when we change but it allows me to connect with the one in my mind, so I would talk to a deadline but I could hear Jackson's voice echo through my mind, not the receiver. To others, it would look like I was talking on the phone so that's how we would warn each other, in times of danger.
...
...
"Hey it's me-" Jackson's voice says
"Jackson!" I growl but pause as it continues
"I can't come to the phone right now, probably cuz holt's driving," he says with a chuckle "Send him a text and I'll get back to you when I'm in control."
The loud beeping noise echoed around my mind, I hang up and try again. I feel my anger surging as I get the same result.
"Jackson, this isn't funny. Answer me!" I yell as my hair ignites with fire, I pull back the phone to avoid damage and shove the infernal device in my pocket before I threw it on the ground in rage. I sunk to the ground and shut my eyes. "Jackson?" I ask slightly scared.
For the first time that night I realized how much I really missed my geeky twins' voice.
(Jackson's p.o.v)
I cried out in pain as my body slammed against the bars of the metal cage, trying again to open the box I was locked in. As I feared the bars didn't move, not even a slight jiggle and I cringe at the throbbing pain now echoing through my right shoulder. I had been wandering through the town with earplugs in, I knew it was stupid to leave so suddenly, Frankie would be pissed but I was fuming at what Manny had said. We had spent a lot of time constructing this semi-friendship -we weren't best of friends but we weren't enemies either. It has been years since I had been shoved into a locker and Manny even came to my aid a few time it had almost happened- so I had to get out of there before I said something I would regret.
I angrily stomp across the pavement, my hands going to the chain around my neck. It was a small metal chain with earplugs moulded on the ends, a few centimetres up was a small circular magnet that held them together. It was a gift from Frankie for my 17th birthday, the earplugs were under my shirt so to others it looked like a normal chain. I had in case of emergencies -throughout the years I had gotten better control over the change- I now had a 20-second window to put the earplugs in before Holt took over. It also helped that he wasn't fighting me for dominance every five seconds.
Though for some reason when I put the earplugs instead of silence a high pitched ringing screeched across my brain, it was like someone was screaming bloody murder. White hot fire flashed across my mind and I fell to my knees in pain, the last thing I remember was a female chuckle before everything went black. When I woke up I was inside our house, Holt's and mine. I was in my mind!
I glanced around frightened. The house looked like ours but was missing the second story. The four walls had been knocked down to make one large space, pieces were hanging like an explosion had taken them down. The room was still filled with bean bags, couches, a pool table, a 50-inch plasma screen tv and game stations but each one was covered with a layer of dust. Outside the pool, hot tub, lawn chairs remained the same but the sun, the forever shining sun was now dark. This space had been set at twenty degrees, a combination of both Holts body temperature and mine. However, this time, the room was cold.
Fear gripped my chest. This home now felt like a cage and I gasp as everything starts melting away, darkness creeps in from the doors and windows, sliding down the walls like tar. I tried to run, I did but my body freezes, like time itself had slowed down and the second my foot touches the ground four metal walls come up, scooping me up off the floor and time returns to normal as I fall back, hitting my head on the hard metal.
"HOOOOOOOOOLT!" I yell again but received no answer.
I let out an exhausted sigh and leaned my head against the bars. I had been trying to reach my other half for hours now and was having no luck.
"You're wasting your time..." an amused female voice says, I glance up at my capture "As long as you're in that cage he can't hear you."
I glanced to the left and finally notice the person sitting in the empty black love seat. My capture was an old woman, her hands slightly shaking as she calmly knitted what I think was some sort of animal. I must have been out for a while because she had already finished the arms, body, and head. Her gray hair and wrinkled skin stood out in the light, she sends me a crinkled smile as her eyes sparkled.
"Who are you?" I ask slightly calmer
"Oh that doesn't matter" she chuckles "You'll meet me soon enough" I send her an odd look and she chuckles "Forgive me but I don't feel like explaining everything to a person who won't remember anything when he wakes up."
"How are you in my mind?" I slowly glance around the cage to see if there was any way out.
"That for me to know and you to forget" she chuckles "And speaking of forgetting, you can give up on looking for a way out. That cage was built to hold something a lot bigger and stronger than you."
I glare at her, my eye twitching in annoyance. I didn't know who she was or why the hell she was in my mind. I did know she was the reason I couldn't reach Holt and for that, I was ready to kill her.
"How can I forget if you won't even tell me?"
She looks up at the ceiling. Her eyes rocking back and forth as she debates her options.
"I suppose your right..." she sighs and sets down her knitting, the string vanishing in a puff of liquid smoke before she slowly moves off the chair.
Her body was crouched over with age and when she walked I noticed the slight hesitation of her left leg, maybe for a childhood accident? She came a little closer and stopped at the bars, her hands wrapping around the cold metal as she glanced at me with a small smile. She only came up to my chest, I'd say she was 5 foot 2 if not shorter. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, she was wearing a blue dress, the colour slightly fading with age and a white knitted shawl was draped over her shoulders. I would have guessed she was someone grandmother, a sweet old lady but when she spoke I could stop the gut-wrenching feeling that it was her voice I had heard before I blacked out. She gave me a small smile, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the light. That's when I also noticed the 3 large claw marks running down her face, they looked deep and I couldn't help but notice her smile couldn't reach the same height as the left side.
"What do you want?!"
The more time I spent in here meant the more time Holt was stuck in the normie side of town with absolutely no idea how he got there and no way to change back. I also remember that the humans were partying tonight which meant music was everywhere, he couldn't even half transform to look normal. I had come to love Holt as my dysfunctional brother and was terrified of what might be happening to him.
"Stuffing," she says nonchalantly and holds out her hand
"huh?"
"What I want right now is stuffing," she says slightly more annoyed until a bag of cotton appears on her lap with a cloud of smoke "Thank you! God, your mind sure is stubborn..."
"I'm fighting you?" I ask confused, she lets out a chuckle
"Oh honey, don't let my appearance fool you." her voice drops a couple of levels and the temperature drops dramatically, so much I could see my own breath "I am very powerful. I could peel back the soft tissues of your mind like a grape" I back up as the lights flash and sudden gusts of wind knock me to the ground "burning into your subconscious, bending you to my will and force you to share your deepest darkest secrets with me." the air crackles with electricity making my hairs stand on end "Or throw you in a vortex, making you face your deepest fears until you're on your knees begging me to kill you" Then, as quickly as it starts, it all stops "Or I could snap my fingers and throw you into a coma for months!" She chuckles, her voice filled with glee and just like that the sweet old lady is back.
"I'm no doctor but judging from your actions I'd say your extremely bi-polar..." I rub the bridge of my nose, holy hell this lady needed help...
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to respect your elder's Boy?" She asks slightly annoyed before opening the bag and slowly starts filling the thing she was knitting.
"Yeah well my mother also taught me not to talk to strangers but I guess I'm breaking that rule too" I snap back, she sends me a smile before filling the head.
"And to answer your earlier question, I don't want anything," she sighed and slowly makes her way back to the chair, a slow groan leaves her lips as she lowers herself back down on shaking legs "What I need is a starting chip, the piece of the puzzle to get the ball rolling"
She ties off the end of the string, the cotton vanishing as quickly as it came and grabs the animal by the tail, swings it like a pendulum on a grandfather clock. With a chuckle, she tosses it across the room and it slides through the bars before stopping at my feet, I glance at it warily. Her smile increasing as I pick up the animal and turn it over, my eyes widen. Large black X's were over its eyes and its tongue was hanging to the side. I glance up at her in horror, holding the knitted version of a dead possum between my fingers. (image link at the bottom of the page)
(Holt's p.o.v)
I slunk down in fear and exhaustion, I felt like I was barely running on half power here. I don't know what happened, how the hell I got here. Why Jackson wasn't answering me and what the hell to do now. I knew I needed to get out of here but how? I could call my friends but that would put them in danger. I could try to get out myself but that puts me in danger and would take forever because I don't have a fucking clue where the hell I am! And to top it all off, I'm practically a walking night light with my fire-red hair and bright clothing. So here I was running for my life as a group of males hot on my heels. I just HAD to turn down that street didn't I?! I turn the corner and using my speed I kick off the wall, grab the top of the fire escape. Swing my legs over and pull myself up, I used my foot to prop open the garbage can so none tried to jump. I quickly grabbed the metal and pulled the stairs up and out of their reach, I heard it click softly and I sunk down to the cold metal. There was a couple of rotting boxing blocking the front of my view, they stunk but I knew they would hide my body. My pounding heart and laboured breathing echoing around the small space and I shut my eyes to see if I could finally connect with my brother. I open my eyes a few seconds later as the line was silent, where the hell are you, Jackson? I could hear their footsteps increasing as they caught up to the ally and I placed a hand over my mouth. As much as it hurt I willed my breathing to slow down and soon the alley was silent.
"I know he's down here" A male voice growls
"Fucking monsters..." a second adds and I hear the sound of a gun clicking
"What the hell are they doing here anyway?" a third asks
"Why do you care," the first says
"Well, I'm just saying. We don't see them for three months and suddenly there's five of them in one day!"
Five?! I can't help the feeling of guilt as it washes over me. I think I knew exactly who had come after me.
I prayed that the ghouls weren't foolish enough to come after me. I had heard the horror stories of what happened when males find a female monster alone. Cleo was out of it for months and would freak when anyone so much as laid a finger on her. Though my fears only got worse as a few months later the same thing happened to Frankie and Draculaura. Clawd almost killed the guy if it hadn't been for Abby intervening. It crushed me to think that anyone would do something like that to a defenceless ghoul. Hell, I'm a "monster" and I'd never do anything like that to someone, I didn't care if they had a gun to my head. Human or not, no one deserves that. I swear humans don't know that meaning to the word "Monster"
"Guys I don't think he's here," the first one says
"Well he has to be," the second says "I saw him come in here"
"Well would you point him out to me then?" the first says, annoyance and anger were clear in his voice.
He was a well built blonde guy, the letterman jacket draped over his shoulders shone in the moonlight. With his photo ready hairstyle and designer shoes, I bet he was a total ladies man. I see him take out his taser before slowly waving it around like it was some sort of monster detector, I would chuckle if I wasn't about to possibly die.
"Well..." the second says and glances around, I hold my breath
"I don't think he's here and the more time we waste the better chance someone else has of finding him," he growls darkly "I don't want someone else getting my kill"
I send him a light glare but will my anger to go down, anger meant fire. Fire meant light and light meant I would possibly be dying tonight. I hold my breath
Suddenly what feels like a huge gust of wind knocks me out of the boxes and on top of the guy with a gun. The others scream a bit as they think I'm going all Tarzan on their friend. I let out a cough as the fall winded me and I roll over. My head was spinning as I try to get my grounding.
"Jackson what the hell is happening!"
I try to move away but a hard kick sends me rolling and I gasp as this sends out the little air I can get into my lungs. I must have looked pathetic, crawling on the ground like some worm. disorientated and weak from the fall.
"Look what we have here boys" the first one chuckles
"fucking monster tries to jump me" the second growl and aims his gun at me. My heart stops and drops again when the blonde's hand raises.
"Easy Jhon, we don't want this to be over too soon"
The blonde takes out a knife, the thick metal blade shining under the street light. I let out a broken gasp and will my body to move but for some reason, it felt like the messages to my brain were dying after they moved. My body felt sluggish and heavy and I finally managed to pull myself onto my side before a hard kick is sent to my stomach. I slide into a metal fence, the chain groaning in protest. I taste the metal tinge of blood in my mouth.
"Hey, tough guy" the second one, the one I landed on was holding his bleeding nose and sending a death glare my way, "You think you can jump me and live to tell the tale?"
I Ignite my hand and throw a fireball to the left, they duck and cover and I use this time to pull myself up. My ribs screaming in pain but I could do little about that now, I clutch my side and suck in another slow breath before willing more fire. The guys roll out of the way as I throw a few more, the third guy swears as I nick the sleeve of his jacket. Frantically smacking the fire that was eating up half of his sleeve. Finally, he gives up and rips off the coat entirely, I watch with satisfaction as it goes up in flames.
"Bitch!" he yells and I notice the burns on his arm "Do you have any idea how much that jacket costs?!"
I manage to throw two fireballs before I feel the electric shock of a taser course through my body, one had snuck up behind me and had jumped over the fence. I scream in pain as my body withers on the ground, a hard kick knocks my head to the left and I cough up more blood, the warm liquid rolling down my chin. My world spins and I see stars, I roll over, trying to crawl away, to go anywhere but here, but a third kick sends me back down. I was a good fighter but tasers, knives, no oxygen and five against one, my odds of survival were dwindling fast. I guess adrenaline kicks in as I'm suddenly up, turning away with a burst of fire from my feet and jump on the fence, pulling my legs over in a desperate attempt to flee. That attempt was crushed when I felt two pairs of hands grab my jacket.
"Where do you think you're going?!" one chuckles before tossing me back to the pavement.
"What's wrong, not so tough anymore?!" the second taunts, humour all too evident in his voice.
"Oh that's funny," I growl and slowly pull myself up "Coming from the guy who's fighting 5 against 1"
"Ohhh!" the four guys say and I see the flashlight of a camera turned on, I knew they had been recording this for a little bit.
That's what they away did, brutally assault us, laugh at our pain. Beat us half to death or rape us and post the videos online for the town to see. Of course, the videos never went past the small town -they had to keep the secrets of their "fun" secret, just because their cops looked the other way didn't mean the world would. The second guy sends me a glare before rewarding my remark with a swift punch in the stomach.
"Technically," he says, I gasp and go down "It's four against one, cuz Clark" I feel two more kicks with each word "Is. Recording!"
He smiles as I groan, my world was spinning and I knew my face was bruised pretty badly though my haziness was cut short as I let out a loud scream. Burning pain shot through my thigh, I glance down to see a large wooden handle embedded in my thigh. If I thought that burned it wasn't nearly as bad as the way out, the metal slide easily, slicing through more flesh before popping out of my thigh like jello. His eyes widen a bit in amazement as my blood oozes down the steel blade.
"Hey look at that Marcus, the freak has purple blood!" he chuckles, wiping it on my pant leg.
I send him a glare, clutching my injured leg. I knew he hadn't severed an artery, the wound wasn't spewing blood as it had for Cassie, I tried so hard to stop the bleeding but I couldn't. She died in my arms. So no, this wasn't like that, but the amount of blood I was loosing still worried me and I hisses, gasping in pain as I curled my hand around the wound. If I moved too much I'd bleed out.
These guys were assholes but cleaver ones. Corner the animal. Tease the prey. Immobilize the prey.
I knew running would be out of the question, even the thought of it made my leg scream in protest. The guys chuckled as one pulled out a phone. I knew was recording me, sending out a message to all his friends as I struggled to pull myself up against the fence. Happily telling everyone where we were as he moves towards me again. The street name registers in my mind before I feel the hard hit of his fist connect with my stomach and I fall back down. I scream in pain as he leans forward, purposely digging his boot into my injured leg. He slides it back and forth, my blood rolling onto the cement below. I glare at him and grab his boot. Trying with what little strength I had to remove it, this sent another kick to my side and I cough out some blood my nose now broken. With my hand gone he chuckles and applies more pressure, I bite back another scream trying not to give them the satisfaction... though I doubt it did much with my tear filled eyes. Finally, the phone disappears and I'm left to look at the blurry figures of my captures closing in.
"This is gonna be fun" he chuckles and cracks his knuckles.
(Jackson's p.o.v)
"LET ME OUT!" I yell and drop to my knees in pain as electricity surges through my body.
"Sorry, I can't do that yet," she says and glances at the monitor, I could see everything that was happening through Holt's eyes.
I hear Holts pain filled screams and drop to the ground yet again as what felt like a hard kick to the ribs knocks the breath from me. Seconds after the electricity is back and my body arches off the floor in an effort to avoid the pain, my pain-filled screams mix with Holts in an almost alluring way. If we hadn't been in some much agony it would be cool to sit there and listen to the similarities and differences.
I gasped for air as tears rolled down my cheeks, I watch Holt's fire shooting in random directions, pain ripping through my chest. I clutch a hand to my chest and with a lot of effort roll onto my stomach. I knew this was painful for me but it was worse for Holt because he was a fire element.
"They're KILLING HIM!" I scream through my tears, and arch of the floor, my back curving painfully as more electricity comes, my screams ripping through the floor. It felt like an eternity but after it stops I drop to the floor a broken mess.
A sob leaves my lips as minute by minute I could feel Holt fading from my mind. Our connection growing weaker as the pain dulled. I rolled into a ball and let out more sobs, my body spazzing in pain. I willed the pain to come back. Willed the intensity to force my body into unnatural positions as inhuman screams tore their way off my vocal cords! I wanted to see stars and taste my own blood! Anything to assure me that he wasn't dying and I wasn't losing the only reason for my existence.
They're killing us...
When we're attacked Holt usually took over, his natural flexibility, balance and the fact that he can shoot fire usually sent them running. But sometimes we would meet people, one that had the balls to stand and fight and I would force my brother to phase with me. Holt would bitterly complain, screaming about being the better fighter but I'd tune him out once I saw the metal tasers kissing the light. Our parents had told us the do's and don't's of working together, electricity and fire don't mix. So I would stay in control until one of our friends could save me, I win or I blacked out. Like now, Holt would still feel the pain of each hit, each kick, each slice of a knife but my body shielded his fire, keeping his life source from ever leaving our body. If all the fire left he would die and I would become fully human. That was why I never changed. No matter how bad the situation got.
I still remember the nights after the fights, when both of us would lie on the floor of our house. I knew our body was lying on a hospital bed, lost in a temporary a coma because neither of us wanted to assume control. I remember his shuttered breathes that mirror mine, I could feel his shaking hand as he pulled my bloody body towards his. It always surprised me how he had the strength to do this as our injuries were identical and I was fighting to stay conscious. I remembered the way he smelled as I pathetically clung to his shirt, my mind barely catching the profanities leaving his mouth as he chewed me out for not changing with him. But after the anger left, the tears would come as he knew I would never risk his life over mine, even though he was the older sibling by 5 minutes. How he'd brush apart my hair before placing a kiss on my bleeding temple, whispering how he'd never let me do that again before I'd slip onto the pleasant darkness with no pain. But now, I was in here and Holt was dying right before my eyes. I was losing my brother!
"Hmm, she's taking longer than I'd expected..." I could hardly hear her through my gasps of air "I wonder why... Self-doubt maybe?"
"Why are you doing this?!" I yell through it weaker than I'd expect, my body was burning.
"Oh honey, this had nothing to do with you" she says "You gave me the window I needed so I took it," she glances back at the screen with a small head shake "If anyone is to blame here it's you," she shrugs "If you hadn't gotten into it with the minotaur none of this would be happening."
"It's my fault?" I whisper brokenly, only to wincing seconds after as pain echoes around my back.
I'm guessing Holt got slammed up against a wall or something. The old lady shrugs her shoulders as she thinks about her words.
"Well...I guess you're not Totally to blame..." she says with a small smile, her movements reminding of a teenage girl "Madrix has been infecting that boys mind for weeks now, slowly filling his head with suggestions," she chuckles darkly "Its only a matter of time before he... snaps"
I couldn't help but shiver at her tone, it was dark, filled with such hate and yet utmost glee. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but her words had me shivering in fear.
"What?" I whisper and move back against the wall, well, at least, the best I could with the hole in my leg. I knew I'd have massive bruising on my body tomorrow "You did something to Manny?" I swallow back the blood in my mouth "What do you want with him? Don't you already have us?!"
"Oh honey, you didn't think this was about you did you?" she chuckles "You may be a small part in this plan but we aim to fry bigger fish than you. You and your friends are nothing more than... sacrificial pawns in this game we're playing"
"My brother is dying and you're CALLING IT SOME GAME?!"
Ignoring the pain in my body I shot off the wall and reaching through the bars I grabbed the hem of her shawl. She sends me a small smile before slamming both palms against the metal, I gasp as a huge gust of air pushes me back and seconds later I hit the other side of the cage. I can't breathe as my world spins, I fall onto my hands and knees. With a horrible cough, I feel blood dripping from my mouth and pool into a small puddle on the floor.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," the old lady says with a finger shake "Behave boy, or I'll have to punish you..."
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