AN: This is the third chapter. Ron will still be doing dialogue and I will do the rest. THERE WILL BE A TIME SKIP! I will make it fairly obvious, but that's just a little heads up. We own nothing but our OCs.
Brianna had been imprisoned by her "father" for five years. She quickly learned to follow the rules or be punished. Her soft childhood never prepared her for the harsh life of training, training, and more training. Soon after arriving, her pretty long hair was butchered into a parody of a pixie cut, and her pretty clothes were replaced by worn, second hand jeans and plain t-shirts. She sometimes noticed Jacob in the hall way on the way to their rooms after mock battles or the target practice. In the beginning, Brianna had tried to form a bond with the other boy who was being held captive as well. She pretended to agree with him for two years that her father was a good man who wanted to help them. Every time she was forced to stand for hours in the rain after failing a fight move, every time she was "persuaded" into giving her dinner to her father because he was convinced that she needed to lose weight to be lighter and more flexible, she tried to lie to herself and Jacob that it was for a good cause. Father said they were going to fight evil, and that she had a special power that would help them.
Brianna didn't know what that was though, and every time she failed to show the unknown power, her punishments grew longer. But for two years, she had Jacob convinced that she believed. On her tenth birthday, she snapped. During her knife practice, her newly grown hair snagged, and she was forcibly held down while her head was shaved. Her father made Jacob hold the razor. That night, she tried to run away. She was caught by Jacob and turned in. Brianna was made to stay awake for thirty-six hours. Jacob lost trust in her, and Brianna learned to never trust Jacob in the future.
Three years after that incident, and they never even tried to talk to each other in the hallway. Their drunken captor rarely talked to them, and they lived in silence. On Jacobs thirteenth birthday, Brianna's father actually gave him a present, something he had never done for her. Jacob, with his unwavering faith in the "cause" was the clear favorite. The only thing that kept Brianna from being bitter was her complete lack of emotions for her father. In her mind, she glorified her mother into a saint and her only goal was getting back to her.
The morning of Jacob's birthday, they all sat down to a silent breakfast of egg whites and toast with peanut butter. Her father was big on protein. He then broke routine by turning to Jacob for a conversation.
"I have a special surprise for you Jacob." Her father said with a strange smile that didn't fit his stern, angry face.
"Yes, Master?" Jacob said looking up from his breakfast.
"I have decided to send you into town so you can buy something from one of the stores. Just don't forget to stop at the liquor store before you come back. Bria, dear, you can have the day to rest. When Jacob returns we shall have cake in celebration. Both of you can go." He said with a wave of his hand. They both stood but he stopped them quickly. "Bria may I have a word?" He said. She didn't move and watched as Jacob left the room.
"Yes father?" She said through her teeth.
"I know you feel as if I am mistreating you and showing favoritism to Jacob. Know that you will be my little girl. Jacob is more like the child I've never truly had." Brianna dug her fingers into her palms.
"Sorry to displease you but you'll be stuck with the perfect son and the screw up daughter." Brianna said turning around and heading for the door.
"Brianna! I did not say you could leave!" Her father shouted from the table.
"I'm done with listening to your orders! That's all you ever do! Order me around. Bria go practice your archery. Bria go to your room. Bria do the move right. I'm done! I don't care if you keep my head shaved or if you lock me in my room forever! I'm done!" She screamed gradually getting louder after each word. She kicked the door open and found that it hit Jacob in the face. She stormed down the hall glad she finally caused the boy pain. She flung her door open and slammed it enjoying the splintering sound it made. She fell on the bed and screamed into her pillow out of rage. The soft click of the lock only made the urge to destroy something greater. Brianna was furious when she returned to her room. She wasn't jealous that Jacob was the favorite, but she was extremely jealous that Jacob had the prime chance to escape and he wouldn't even take it. She would bet her life that he would be back at the cabin by the exact time that her father told him too.
Jacob snickered at Brianna's anger. His bloody nose was a fair price to pay to hear her angry words. He slid down the hall before Master noticed he wasn't ready. He shut the door and quickly got ready. The attempts to stop his nose failed. He stuffed toilet paper to keep the blood from dripping onto his clothes. Jacob dressed in his old jeans and a thread bare shirt and went to collect the money he was to be given. When he was ready he pulled his nose plugs out and was thankful that his nose had stopped. When a knock finally came on his door he welcomed his master in and waited to be lead to town.
Jacob was scared of going into town. He trusted his master, but he had been locked up for five years and never wanted for anything. Every day he felt himself get stronger, and his dream of revenge got even closer. He was disappointed that Brianna ended up as a traitor to the mission, and he wanted her gone, but master kept talking about this amazing ability that he was sure she was going to show them soon. Soon he found himself in the middle of a store surrounded by more people than he had seen in years. He quickly picked something off one of the shelves and hurried to the cashier to pay, as he was eager to get to the liquor store and leave all the crowded places. As he waited in line, he glanced over and noticed the young woman next to him. She was pretty and he smiled at her. She smiled back as her eyes turned black.
Brianna was bored. She tried napping, but was no longer tired enough to sleep. She fell to reading the worn, old Mark Twain book she had hidden under her bed. Her door popped open and she was told she got one bathroom break. As she was walking back to her room, she heard her father talking to himself. He did that often, and she suspected he was crazy, so she never really paid attention to his ramblings. She was almost to her door when she heard the word "demon".
"They should be there now. I hope he's ready for his test. Demons are the simplest creatures. He can handle them. The test will be a success and if it's not then I mistook the boy for something he's not. All that training though. Gone to waste if he fails. Have faith and he will do well. He's the one that will drive the plan." He mumbled wringing his hands
Brianna was horrified. She didn't like Jacob all that much, but her father's plan was the worst kind of murder. She ran out if the house at a full sprint. She was surprised that the front door wasn't locked, but she didn't have time to think about it. She raced through the woods, and when she arrived at the border of the small town, she just followed the screams to the local general store. Brianna found Jacob being held down and tortured by several black eyed townies.
"Back off the mini monster, you black eyed wanna-freaks." Brianna said taking the stance she had mastered.
"Look. The girl came to save you. I suppose you won the bet, Charley." A tall, pretty woman with black eyes said to the short blond headed man that had black eyes to match.
"But neither of them knows the truth, do they?" Said a tall lanky boy with a superior expression.
"What that my so called dad's a lying murderer that's trying to kill him?" Brianna asked with a smirk.
"Owe you to Charley." Said the boy with a shocked expression.
"What?" Jacob asked confused and in pain.
"Your master sent us. Mostly to kill you and the other part is to test you." Said the one everyone called Charley.
"Enough talk you demon dicks!" Brianna yelled before she quickly chanted the exorcism that she practiced to perfection over the past few years. She saw the betrayal on Jacob's face and felt sorry for him. She ran out of the store after she got Jacob moving.
Brianna didn't know where she could go. Not very far, by the way Jacob could barely walk. They needed a hospital. They needed a plan. Brianna wanted her mommy.