Turned Hero (on hold)

Chapter 2 (unedited)

(This is a pic of July)

Asher's POV

It's been so long, so damn long since I've been out of the underworld. I was beginning to believe that I would be in there forever. I was surprised when I was pulled out of my cell, but I was even more surprised when I was shoved into my own memory. My last memory. There wasn't much to it, the entire time I was trapped in a glass box and even though I had my eyes open, I couldn't see a thing. That was probably due to the fact that while I stood in front of that damn firing squad, I was blindfolded.

It was nothing short of terrifying. I mean seriously, I'm not a person who is scared easily. However put me back into the last moments of my life and there is a very good chance you will get a reaction.

So now, here I am being shoved into another room by a keeper.

"Get off me," I say and shrug the keepers hand off my shoulder. I walk into the room and what I see shocks me.

There is a girl, standing on a metal stage in the center of the room. There is something about her that seems familiar. She looks terrified. Then she starts to talk.

"Char," she whispers. What the heck?

She is silent for a moment then she begins to shake her head rapidly.

"I can try," she says. Who is she talking to.

Suddenly she starts sobbing and screaming, "No! Don't leave me again!" For some reason I have a strong urge to find who ever is causing her this pain and ruin them. She starts looking around her frantically than without warning, she raises her hand and throws a punch at something that isn't there. For a few seconds she just stands there, then she sits down covering her head with her hands and waits. What she is waiting for, I have no idea.

It is only then that I look around and see that the room is filled with a bunch of people in white coats, holding what seems to be thin glass tablets, closely watching the girl.

July's POV

The glass abruptly stops falling and the silence surrounds me. Slowly I raise my head and look around.

I am no longer in the warehouse, my skin is not torn from the fallen glass. Looking around my feet I see that there is no glass. Shaking my head I look up and what I see make anger rise in me.

Standing in front of me is a group of twelve people, eleven wear white lab coats and one man with a long white beard wears an all black suit. The people in the white coats are all watching me very closely, occasionally typing something on there tablets.

How dare they. Do they think it's ok it put people through the worst moments of their life? Do they really think that's ok? Fury coursing through my veins I rise to my feet. The people watch my every movement. One of the women leans over and says something to one of the men. When the man replies the woman laughs. Something clicks inside me because of that small action.

Suddenly my feet are moving and I'm running at the women. I slam into her and knock her to the floor. A startled cry escapes from her. I raise my fist and punch her over and over again. Screaming nonsense. Someone is trying to pull me off of her but I won't stop. I can't stop hurting her.

"Hey stop. Listen to me, stop." I hear the man say. His voice sounds strained and slightly desperate. Suddenly I'm yanked off the women and I fall back onto the person. Turning my head I finally get a look at his face. Holy macaroni sweet lord Jesus. This is probably the most beautiful guy I have ever seem. He isn't wearing a white coat. In fact he is wearing grey pants and a grey t-shirt, same as me. He's a prisoner.