The Lone Wolf

Chapter 3: Hearing Voices

Where the hell am I?

Why can't I move?

My legs are numb.

My arms hurt.

These were the thoughts that circulated around my head like a conveyor belt for what seemed like hours until i finally built up the energy to open my heavy eyes. My sensitive irises were met by a painful, blinding light. I couldn't see a thing, but no number of years could make me forget that awful smell. This was the hull of Drike's ship, I was sure of it.

If I was correct (which I was, because I'm never wrong), the reason I couldn't see was because he's stolen my god damn goggles. Again.

I shrugged my shoulders, rolling them around in the socket in an attempt to regain some feeling in them; if my shoulders were numb, I must be standing with my arms elevated. I then started on my feet, rolling on the balls of my feet, onto my toes and then my heels to stop them from throbbing. How long had I been standing for?!

I went to take a step foreward when the chain around my ankle pulled tighter, yanking at the cuff around my throat. From what I could tell from my surroundings, the cuffs around my ankles and wrists led to chains which all joined up through a metal loop on the ceiling behind me. These four chains then all joined at the back of the strap around my neck.

In laymens terms; if I tried to move any of my limbs forewards in an attempt to escape, the sheer strength and strain of the chains would surely snap my neck. How lovely.

Every time he manages to catch me, Drike always has a new contraption to tie me up in. He always has a new crew too - hey maybe I should stop slitting the throats of all his colleagues. Or maybe he should stop telling them to hunt me down and put my in prison. Both are highly unlikely.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when a I heard the door of the hull that leads to the cockpit grind open.

"Is she awake yet?" I heard a familiar voice yell from beyond the door. This was followed by alarge figure stomping towards me, breathing heavily. He leaned closer until his nose was by my left cheek and he was snarling in my ear.

I tried to act as if I was still unconcious but the stench of his breath so close to my face was too much for me to keep it up. I shot my eyes open and snarled loudly at him, baring my teeth in the most animalistic way I could. 

This fat, greasy, heavy breathing guy proceeded to stumble backwards from the shadows and into the light where I couldn't see him, but I assume from the yelp and crash that followed, he fell on his huge ass.

"Chlor, what the fuck was tha-" the same voice from before reappeared, coming closer this time, "So you are awake. Finally."

"Is that any way to treat an old friend, Seb? Especially a lady friend?" I replied, smirking.

"You may be a lady, but you certainly aren't my friend." He chuckled, coming nearer, "And the name is Drike to you."

"Oh Seb of course you're my friend, we go way back!" I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes, "And you know I'm not one for formalities. Are you going to introduce me to your new... collegues?"

I gestured to where his no longer heavy but purely laboured breathing crewmate was sprawled out on the floor, unmoving. He turned to go back through the heavy duty door, I'm guessing to 'summon his troops'. 

"Oh and before you go!" I called, summoning him back over, "Goggles please."

He rolled his eyes, curtseying like a maid. He pulled the goggles out of his leather coat and snapped them over my eyes hard, causing the elastic to whip me in the temple and send shockwaves of pain through my head. Drike backed out of the room once more.

Thats when I heard the jingle of chains and the deep, almost demonic laugh from far across the other side of the hull.

I wasn't the only prisoner on this ship.

{A/N:

Hey Guys! Long time no see, huh? I'm SO SO SO sorry I haven't updated in so long, but its difficult to maintain 3 fics while studying too. I do promise to update more regularly now though. Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you're enjoying the story so far!

~BioHazardxoxo}