Anonymous POV
I scratched at the walls effortlessly. My confinements held my tightly, but I refused to give up. My nails had broken down into jagged, rough edges and the skin on the tips of my fingers were like sand paper. The dirt clung to my skin unfaltering with my movements. The cement was cooler than myself and pushed on both of my shoulders. I wiggled my wrists around, continuing to scratch with the little range of motion I had.
Light washed over me as the cell door creaked open, exposing me to the world. I snarled and threw myself forward at whoever stood before me. I did not care who it was, that wasn't important. What was important was getting out of the dingy, dark, dirty cell and to the rest of my family. The figure I lunged at grabbed my arm and swung me around. I hit the wall outside and was held there.
"Be still my child, you are in no danger," a silky voice cooed behind me. I felt two strong hands on my shoulder, pinning me against the wall – leaving me no opportunity to escape.
"No danger?" I spat venomously. "Show me your face and I'll show you danger," I started wiggling and the person holding me tightened their grip on me. The owner of the silky voice glided back and forth behind me, as if they were pacing.
"You have such a talent, why not use it? We could use your gift very effectively and treat you exceptionally," the voice was next to my face now, his breath tickling my neck. I growled deep in my throat and shook my body against my jailer.
"I'll never join you, I'm not so god damn stupid." I snarled.
He sighed and mumbled under his breath. "Take care of this Emmett."
I froze, sniffing the air. Why hadn't I seen it before? It was Emmett holding me, keeping me from my attacker. "Emmett," I whispered. My voice was sad, laced with pain and depression as I felt my brother lift me into the air.
A sharp pain shot through my side as his fist impacted with my stomach. I struggled up, focusing my eyes on him momentarily. His demeanor had changed drastically. He was still immensely huge and had his brute strength, but he was void of life – more so than ever before. Dark circles hung under his narrowed eyes. I pushed myself onto my knees, staring at him.
"Emmett," I whispered, my body wracking with sobs as he came towards me – his gigantic fist colliding and crushing into my face.
"Do what you're told, Alice." His gruff voice order as he threw me back into the tiny cell.