Chapter three
Meanwhile…
Everett woke up with a jolt. He was in what looked like a dungeon. He tried to stand, but he was restrained by two thick and heavy chains. Suddenly, his memories started to flood back into his head. He had been in Paris… the Cerberus… Scathach… Hekate! He growled at the thought of the Elder. As if on cue, Hekate suddenly appeared. He lunged at her, only to be pulled back by the chains binding him. Hekate smirked.
"You won't be able to get out, you know"
"Where is she?!"
"Who… oh. Scathach? You're Girlfriend?" Everett scowled, "Well, I had no use for her. I wanted YOU. You see, the Shadow escaped my grasp a long time ago, I am just collecting her debt."
Everett lunged at her again.
"Goodbye" She said simply, "OH and I had the liberty to give you a very special cell" She left.
Everett stopped. What did she mean by a special cell? There wasn't anything special about it. He took a closer look. He gasped.
All around the room, there were drawings. He could make out tally-marks drawn in chalk on the wall. Tally-marks. Whoever was in here last was in here for millennia. Wait. Millennia. Scathach had been in there for that long.
On the wall facing the window, there was a small, simple symbol. It was an intricate triangle, with a straight line drawn through one of its corners. Everett reached out and traced the pattern with his finger, familiarly. That same design was woven into his wristband, and Scathach's. It was drawn over and over again all over the walls.
This was the cell that Hekate held Scathach in.
Sorry it's really short, I just had to get it all out.