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I lay on the cot for seemingly hours, hoping against hope that the searing pain that was coursing from my arm to the rest of my body would stop soon. It dulled ever so slightly after a while, or maybe I just went numb, and I fell asleep.
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I awoke again to someone shaking me into consciousness in the dark. "Get up Lina." A pair of yellow eyes glowed in the dark room down at me. "Mom?" I asked and sat up, squinting into the darkness. I rubbed my arm, the pain from the holy water injection having died out almost completely. "Yes." She answered softly, and helped me up from the little cot. She pulled me by the hand out into an almost unlit hallway and we stopped; my legs felt like cement as we walked and I wondered how long I had been out. "What's going on?" I mumbled to her, but she didn't answer. Instead, she squeezed my hand in response; I sensed that the gesture was supposed to be comforting, but it was just awkward instead. I was about to pull away, when I witnessed Romero and Anastacia seemingly glide down the hallway toward us, sharing kisses every other second. Ew, I thought to myself, and reminded myself to not tell Emma about that; knowing her, she'd throw a fit. Mom pushed me away from her towards Romero, I took a step back and he merely grinned at me. "Ready to go?" He asked, I was instantly reminded of Dad, who always asked Emma and I that involuntarily of course before a mission or training; I looked away from him. "Where are we going?" I asked under my breath. "You'll see." He whispered into my ear before I felt something thin and sharp stab into my shoulder blade. I yelped in pain as I realized this was another holy water needle, and fell to my knees. I let myself scream out in agony as the burning liquid moved too quickly through my bloodstream. "This will all be over soon." Romero murmured to me in a voice so gentle it seemed wrong; if I wasn't doubled over in pain, and being strangled with fire, I would've smacked him. He laid a cool hand on my forehead and everything went black.
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"You bastard, let her go!" I heard Emma's voice yelp from somewhere near me. I opened my eyes to find that I was atop a familiar cliff, on my knees, Anastacia holding me back by my hair, my hands tied up with metal cuffs behind my back. Searing pain once again sliced through my body, and I moaned. I looked around, I saw Emma and Edgar standing an unsafe ten feet from Romero, Marie, Anastacia and I, and Dad standing close behind Emma and Edgar, his face contorted in what I guessed was worry and confusion. Well, his daughter could possibly be dying here, and his non-dead ex-wife was standing across from him, not six feet under like she should've been. I heard Anastacia's too loud laughter boom behind me, and I cringed away from it; her grip tightened around my hair and I winced in pain. "Emma, there's no use screaming here. You're only going to irritate Lina here." Romero's voice was infuriatingly smooth. "Well why don't you just go die that fucking hole you came out of?" she snarled back, and shook a rigid finger at the tunnel entrance. "Actually, Emma," Anastacia soothed, ", it's quite nice in there. Would you like to take a look inside?" She sneered at Emma, and I resented the woman for that. Emma clearly did too, "Mom, shut the fuck up!" She screeched at Anastacia, whose grip kind of loosened at that comment, I pulled away from her, my hair slipping from her grasp as I managed to half-run over to my Dad. Romero twitched a little at this and took a step forward before Anastacia took several as well, coming face to face with Emma. "What was that…mija?" Anastacia growled menacingly. Emma wasn't phased and shouted back, her voice rising in temper and pitch. "I don't give a shit whether you're alive or not! I would NEVER want to live with you. You left dad, you left the safe way of life for…" She grunted in disgust, "For a…A MOSNTER!"
Emma breathed in and out heavily and I watched in a mix of horror and amazement at her as Dad managed to slip the cuffs off my wrists. "A monster?" Romero laughed loudly. "Emma, dear, can't you even see that your own father is afraid of you right now?" He smirked wickedly. "It's on." Edgar muttered as he advanced toward Romero quickly, wielding a shining sword.