Held apart by hands and hooks (meihem)

Prolouge

Mei's P.O.V

I tried running towards him trying to loose grip of those who held me back. Jamison just stood their looking at me in fear of being caught himself by the hands of who wanted him captured, dead even. "GO!" I yell at him wanting him to run for the hills and never turn back at the damsel in distress who needed saving. His brows lowered as his fear turned to rage and sorrow. He tried running towards me just to be cut off by the hook of his obese friend wrapping around him like a tight hug. He looked at he with sorrow in his eyes before being parted by the one he ever loved

We had been parted by hands and hook...