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"There she is!" said a voice
"Wow! It took her long enough." Another said
"Give her some room." Commanded a third
Ow. I felt like I got hit with a building.
Where was I? This looked nothing like base. The building was falling apart. It smelled worst than it looked like no one had cleaned since the group had moved in. It was like a shelter with broken…well everything: the windows, the cracks in the walls, the TV. Even the people looked a little out of, um what Redblooders would say, whack. They all had tattoos on the right forearm and wore the same type of gloves. The group also had the same type of star on the patch of their shoes.
"Wh-Whe-Where am I?" I croaked
No one said anything.
I tried to get up, but I found myself knocked back onto the floor.
I tried to get up again, but still found myself on the floor.
"Enough, Daemon." Said the third voice
Apparently, Daemon stopped because I was on my feet. I walked a few steps before I noticed I was wearing a chain on my wrists and ankles. I started to struggle to get free.
"It's no use. Those chains were made special just of you." Said Daemon
I pulled harder and harder. Harder and harder and harder and harder until an electric current ran though my body. I was on my knees by the time it stopped. Daemon can over to by shaking body, placed his hand on my head and drove it into the ground. After a while, he let my head back up for air. I spit at him, hoping the blood would hit his face. He looked at me, and with a smug grin, drove my head back into the hard ground.
It went like that for a few hours until Daemon had all the fun he was allowed. Daemon went away for five minutes and then came back. He placed his hand on my head. I waited for him to plow my head into the concrete floor again, but he didn't. This time he closed his eyes like he was concentrating on something. I watched him as he concentrated. He was relaxed because I could no longer see the tightness in his jaw or the huge bulging vain that poked out when he used force. He was so peaceful and for a moment I felt like I was back at home with Storm, but that was only for a brief, brief moment. Besides of the relaxation of Daemon, I was truly beginning to feel better. After a few minutes, Daemon took his hand off my head and looked down at me.
"My name is Daemon," his accent was thick, I noticed as he began to take off the chains. "I am the pain and the healer. I am sorry if I went too hard on you at first. It is-", he struggled to find the right words. "It is my job to hurt people but to also make sure that they are ok afterwards if they are worth saving. You are Sky. I am so sorry that I had to hurt you." His voice went soft when he said you.
"It was not my idea. Like I said, it is my job to hurt. I don't usually heal anyone after the pain, not when they are beginning. Your brother will be very unhappy to hear that I have treated you this way."
"My brother is dead." I said as I stood up and followed Daemon
"Your brother? No, Senorita, your brother is alive and well! He sent me for you although I wish he hadn't. Not that I don't like you, I do it's just that-", he stopped, "I will stop talking, Senorita."
We walked in silence until we got to door. "Senorita Sky, please, allow me place this over your head." He held up a bag "It won't be long. I promise." He placed the bag over my head and was guided though the doorway. We were headed upward. Daemon informed me that I had to kneel when meeting a Senior Tyrone or else he would have to punish me which he didn't want to do.
Senior Tyrone seemed like a pain with the way Daemon referenced him. Daemon told me that Senior Tyrone had people go though an orientation for the "program" that I somehow was enrolled in. He said that I had passed the first test because I wasn't crying like a baby to get him to stop. In total there are six tests. I only had to endure five more, and I was apart of a group I know nothing about.
Daemon opened a door and told me that I was getting ready to meet Senior Tyrone. Daemon opened the door and I bowed to my dead older brother.