When the door opened Micah wanted nothing more than to run as far away from there as he could, "Elena! Elena please, listen to me! You have to-" Before he could finish he saw Elena chained back up with Max standing over her, "She's all yours little bro." Max patted him on the shoulder and left, shutting the door behind him. Micah approached Elena, standing in front of her he kneeled down to her level, "Elena, please you have to listen to me. Raven has taken control of me, he wants me to…." He couldn't finish, he was so angry at himself. "Listen this right now isn't me. Please hang onto my voice through this; I swear on my life this isn't what I want." Elena never responded to him, she kept her head hung. Micah squeezed his eyes shut when his hands started roaming over her, he couldn't stand the fact that he let Raven take control of him. "Elena, please, please tell me you can hear me." Elena didn't respond, she didn't even flinch when Micah started to position himself on her. "Elena please say something! Don't let them do this to you!" Elena still gave no response; she just let him do whatever he wanted with her. "Elena please you can't-" Elena's head jumped up from the thrusting, Micah's eyes went wide. Her eyes held nothing, they were cold, lifeless. Micah couldn't take it, he knew she was gone. And once the deed was done, Micah left the room as fast as his legs could carry him.
As soon as he got to his room, Micah tore everything apart. Elena was gone, and it was all his fault. He knew there was nothing he could do to save her, he wasn't sure if anyone could save her now. "Elena I'm so sorry. I never should have let them do this to you. I should have left you alone, then none of this-" His self-loathing was silenced momentarily as his door opened.
"Micah, I'm so proud of you." Azrael let himself in. Micah didn't respond, he merely looked away in disgust. "She is in the perfect state now. She's all ours, she's all yours." Micah glared at him, "I don't want her, I want you to let her go. She's of no use to you anymore Azrael, she's gone." Micah clenched his fists.
"She's our little group toy now. We can have all the fun we want with her and there's nothing anyone can do about it. And even Alec will suffer so much torture he will cease to be a problem." Micah's eyes widened. "In the meantime Micah I think you've had enough fun for one night. Go get yourself some food; she'll be waiting for you when you get back." Micah glared at him, "Go to hell Azrael." Azrael merely smirked and left. Micah hurried out of the compound as fast as he could; searching for the one person who might be able to save the girl he loves.
Darkness still captured him, suffocating him, torturing him. He was drowning in Thorne's words and they repeated over and over again in his head, 'she's in so much pain right now.'
'She cried for you.'
'It's Micah's turn now.'
'He loved her first.'
'You cannot save her.'
'The soul you love most and the one you failed.'
He wasn't sure how much longer his sanity would be able to hold out. As he was beginning to question whether or not he'd ever come out of this little web of insanity he is in, he heard faint footsteps coming towards him. He tried to stand up readying himself for whatever was coming for him but the darkness still kept him steady. He could feel someone shaking him gently but roughly as the moments past. And after a very light but firm slap to the face, he was free from the blackness. He saw a boy in front of him, a little younger than himself, "Alec? Are you alright?" Alec glared at him; he's never seen this boy so how did he know him, "Who are you?"
"My name's Micah and-" Alec shoved Micah as far from him as he could, "What have you done to her?!" Micah began to panic, "Alec please there's no time for this. We have to help her; I came here to bring you to her." Alec glared at him, "And why should I trust you, you're in Azrael's coven. He might've sent you here to keep me away from her." Micah clenched his fists and looked down ashamed, "I'm not with Azrael anymore. Not after what he made me do."
"And what did he make you do?" Alec already knew the answer but he was praying he was wrong. Micah squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to relive it, "He-he made me…" Micah felt himself pushed against a tree as Alec held him firmly by the throat, "What did he make you do?!" Micah dropped his head, "He made me rape her." Micah could feel Alec's grip getting tighter and tighter, he didn't struggle. He knew he deserved it, "Alec please, you can kill me if you want to but we have to save her first. Please, I just want to free her." Alec stopped tightening his grip but he didn't loosen it, "You'll take me to her?" Micah nodded, "I swear if you're lying to me-"
"I wouldn't lie about this! Elena's my oldest friend; I put her through too much to be lying to you right now. Please Alec…" Alec couldn't detect a lie, but he could hear all the pain and remorse behind his words. He let Micah go, "Don't think you've gotten out of this, once I find her you're finished." Micah looked down, "If Elena was out of harm way I'd let you do it now." Alec held no sympathy for him, he merely glared, "Let's go." Micah nodded and they both took off.
AN: Okay here's where it gets really tricky, I'm not really sure what will happen when Micah and Alec arrive at the asylum. I know I want a fight to go down, but I don't want anyone killed yet. Hopefully something good will pop out of this little noggin of mine. Hope you guys like it and hopefully no one is really mad at Micah now. :)