Since I was more than likely to be threatened or worse dead, I updated. I' am a slave to evilhunterperson…
Oh, um to answer to your questions my faithful reviewers who I all love here they are:
Blank: Evilhunterperson keeps threatening with a pointy stick if I don't post.
Evilhunterperson: yeah, his powers is an on/off thing, its' progressing so I'm doing it on purpose. It's kind of like his white out thing. Ari well you're just going to have read and find out.
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It was cold each breath I breathed out was shaky, cold, irregular. My head throbbed painfully, as I it tossed to the side. I wasn't dead, I couldn't be not with this pain, no way, The room was dark, with my wrists bounded by chains the rubbed horribly into my skin. My father didn't fit them correctly, they were way too small.
I should have known my father was all talk and no action, he couldn't have killed me. The gun he fired, it wasn't even loaded just for show. Some guy from behind me, must have fired. I hope my friends were all right, I didn't even know. I just remember the roar of thunder then…pain. Crashing into my skull, breaking it apart into bits and pieces of my head one at a time with an ice pick, followed by silence.
Heavy footsteps smacked against the pavement as the neared the door. I was in some, small-compacted room, possibly a closet. My wrists were bounds to the wall, my legs however were not. Bright light pierced my eyes that I had to blink, from the deadly daggers that threaten to pop my eyes out of my sockets.
"Here" I sweet, sickly voice said. A bowl slid close to my feet, "drink", mother ordered. I shook my head a vehemently only to have her grasp my chin and thrust the bowl into my lips. Most of it dribbled down my chin, how did she expect me drink it with me chained? "This is your punishment James. You ran away, after I just go you back how could you"? She sounded heartbroken but I knew that was fake.
"How could I"? I rasped out, "How could you? I'm your son and you treat me like dirt". She was silent, "where are my friends, what have you done to them".
"Your father dealt with them" she turned on her heels, slammed the door shut and left. She left me in the dark once more, and she didn't return for several hours.
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"Hey, son" a murmured voice said from the haze. It sounded so far away and I wanted it to stay far away as possible, "Soooon", it cooed, someone ran thumb over my cheek caressingly. "WAKE UP"!
My eyes open lazily, as my head raised to look up at the devil. I raised an eyebrow at him, "ahh, that's better".
"Where, where are my friends" I shivered, my father scratched his chin pretending to think upon it. "Well, lets just say there taking a dirt nap for now" I gasp, "What"?
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about them right now, just worry about yourself…" a glint of metal caught my eye, a switchblade, "….because for the next two hours you have me to deal with me". He brought the blade closer to my face, but before it touched skin I kicked my legs out, sending the knife into the wall quivering.
Father looked from the knife tome, he narrowed his eyes, "always difficult, aren't you".
"Screw you" I yelled, but he ignored me and instead went for the knife again. Waving it in front of my face, "hm, shall I resort to extreme measures to teach you".
"To hell with you", and with my long legs my foot hit his stomach hard. The air left him in whoosh as he fell backwards; the knife went up and landed next to me. While he was on the ground, I tried with my shoes to take it between them, but my father was up before I could do anything more. Snatching the knife out of my grip, he pointed it upward aiming it straight for my face.
His aimed and it hit its mark.
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3 rd person
Chris awoke groggily, feeling slightly heavy. He looked around him daze, what happened? He sprung up fully awake remembering the events that took place, not too long ago. Those things the damn, Eraser wolfy things, hunters, Iggy and his father, his father with a gun, a gun at his head, then…BOOM!
Oh, god they killed him. He had to do something, call the police find his body. Put that man in jail forever or better lethal injection. Chris shook his head, he had no authority let alone power. But Iggy did even without his wings he still had his echolocation, bomb-making,…
But he needed to get-up, get going however when he tried to move, he couldn't. His eyes sprung open, and began panicking. He breathed in and out, trying to slow his breathing. All right, he needed a plan, figure out what's going on. First, off where ever he was it was dark. He couldn't feel anything for that matter, he didn't feel like he was being hold down or anything just paralyzed.
He looked around, but all he saw was darkness.
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Still 3rd person
It didn't show but Jace was pissed, he didn't know where the hell he was. A basement, a closet, a black hole all he knew was it was pitched black and his hands were pinned tightly behind his back. His head hurt, but mostly he felt heavy liked he was drugged on something. He remembered them, drugs. They did that to you sometimes, well the ones that Jace took. The ones that left you sluggish, voice slurred until you passed out.
But he gave up on those a long time ago; they were poison just like his parents. He refused to be poisoned again, he was lucky to have friends like Alex and Chris. They were on of kind, now Iggy he was defiantly one of kind but where was he? He knew what was like to be beaten by the ones you thought were your everything, your life. The boy needed help or he would be poisoned as Jace had once been.
Jace began to struggle in his hold, feeling skin scream to stop but kept tugging. Pain ceased to mean anything to him, instead it was something he endured. Again, he pulled on the ropes when he found they were too tightly bounded, he dug into his pants in search of a knife.
They probably stripped of his weapons, but they didn't expect to look in one place that he knew was safe. Slowly, he slid his hands into pants, removing a small, hand size pocket knife and he began to cut.
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Final time of 3rd person
His body shook and trembled all over. Sweat fell down his back and his chest, he didn't like this. Sure he likes to blow up stuff that was cool but being taken by surprised totally un-cool. That he didn't like, Alex tossed and turned but something was around his neck. It cut and ate away at his skin but he didn't care, he had to get out of this dark place. Something could spring out at any moment. Alex was freaking out, having a nervous breakdown.
But he knew he had to be strong if not for himself, but for Iggy. The timid, blind, bird boy who dared to enter the human world. What was he thinking; if he had wings he would never come back to the ground. That brought smile to Alex's face, calming him down. Panic soon was replaced with adrenaline; he had to get out of here somehow someway. He pulled again, but the adrenaline so fast and hyperactive Alex was unaware of the blood dripping down his neck from the rope.
When he was like this ideas shot out of his head like rapid fire. First he was going to…then he was going to…BOOM!
And with Iggy's help they could just escape the clutches of the darkness.
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The knife quivered by my head, just above my ear, I was unfazed by this guy. What a joke? But father only grinned, "scared"? He asked. "Hardly" I whispered. He frowned, "you soon well be".
Father left a short time after that. He simply stood up and left without a word. Sometime later something was dragging itself along the door, like a nail on chalkboard. It made my skin crawl, a shiver run down my spine. "Oh, bird boy".
Ari, he was back. The bomb didn't have the affect I wanted it to have: His furry, mongrel body blown into small bits and pieces. The door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. Well, the bomb at some affect actually. His face was marred, mutilated, with a nice jagged gash running down his face. I smiled please, "hm, I like this position", he barked.
He was referring to me bonded to the wall. "Now c'mere birdie, birdie". His claws were coming closer, and closer. "I just want to touch your wings" he mocked. I cringed away, what more could he do to my wings that he already hadn't done?
Something stopped or more of a sound. My father's footsteps were pounding against the floor board. Ari blurred and disappeared, I blinked. What's happening? My vision it's getting fuzzy again till almost black. I heard something cock, then snap.
My father's breathing was in front of me, he was in front of me, "What happened? Why is this opened" he asked angrily. I remained silent, "not going to talk" he mocked.
Then, pained exploded into my knee.
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3rd person
Chris, Jace, and Alex met up sometime later. More specially at Jace's Mustang the only thing untouched at his house. Jace was relived but not by much. They looked into each other's faces, which were bruised or cut in some way. "What happened" Alex asked first breaking the silence. "My guess, his dad", Chris offered. They nodded in agreement.
"But where is he"? Alex wailed. "I have an idea" Jace said, the two boys looked at him expectantly. "His home".
"Okay, but we can't just go charge into there we need a plan" Chris said, "already got it covered" Alex was holding a handful of bombs, more overflowed his pockets. "Alex how did you…"Chris trailed off, but Jace slapped him on the back, "this kid's a whiz".
Alex smiled up at Jace when he pulled out some knives, "know how to handle one of these" Jace asked. Chris took the switchblade turning it over in his hand, "don't mock me".
"Where do you think he is"? Alex asked. "Jace"? Chris asked him, knowing that Jace went through almost the same thing. Beaten by his parents, drunk or drugged, locked away in his room, till he passed out. His father would drag him by the hair, and simply toss him into some dark, dingy place. Jace didn't know what this 'place' was but some time later he figured it out.
The cellar.
It was simple place to hide someone. No one could hear your screams, it was dark and lonely. Even hard to navigate out of, Jace knew and feared for the boy.
"The cellar" Jace concluded, and the boy's dashed for the boy's home, hoping they weren't too late.
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Oh, god I'm surrounded by insane people. Pain flared up my leg as father delivers a bullet to my knee cap. "No more flying for you". He fired to more rounds but they were aimed elsewhere: my shackles came undone. Thankfully missing my wrists but somehow nicking them.
I wrapped my arm around my leg applying pressure to it, but it just continued to flow out of it. "Gaa-"I screamed but father hit me with the butt of the gun silencing me. "Shut up".
My body fell to the side in a heap. I tried to purse my lips to keep the screams in, but all I ended up doing was release silent gasps. "There, that oughta hold ya", the monster said as he reloaded the gun. I just stared up at him, if I could. My vision it was getting fuzzy. A cold barrel touched my cheek, "you better be here when I get back". Then his footsteps retreated, going up the stairs.
I don't know how along I laid there gasping as blood pooled around me. But I swear tears were slipping down my cheeks.
Never. Never again well I fly, my wings are broken my legs crippled. They would only hold me down anyway. I curled into a fetal position ignoring the pain that flared up in my knee, just wishing I could perish into a dark whole. Forever.
"Aww, poor little bird had his wings clipped…and his leg" Ari laughed. I clenched my teeth tighter, a big freaking headache was slamming into my head again and again. "Hey" something kicked me, but I didn't feel it. Nothing could compare to the pain I felt in my head and in my heart than I simple blunt kick to the side.
"Hey" he said again, "want it to stop"? he cooed. I open my eyes just crack to see if he was joking. But, of course I couldn't see. I groaned of being reminded of being blind, what happen to my power?
"Do you want it to, huh bird boy"? he asked again. I shook my head, "because it can" he continued, "just here take a few". Something rattled in his hands, and I realized what they were.
My pain pills
I reached weakly for them, this pain it just had to stop. It was eating my alive. "Here" he whispered taking my hand and place the bottle into it, curling my fingers around it.
With trembling hands, I unscrewed the top as pills scattered everywhere I took as many I could maybe for now it will stop. I don't know how many I took but soon the bitter taste dissipated. The pain was fading and felt drowsy. Somehow my head ended back on to the cold floor. My breathing was shallow and deep.
"That's right, bird boy just relax all better now"? he cooed, his claw stroked my hair. "All better" he repeated. Darkness was dragging me under, and it was peaceful bliss as I faded away from this agonizing life.
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Wow I got so many reviews that I had to post so during that I time this is what I've been doing enjoy…
Another cliffy I swear I'm going to die by your guy's hand.