"What the actual-" My daggers cut me off as they noisily drop to the floor beside me. "Jack?"
My half-brother's brow creases for a second as he crunches to stand up, but in a second it's gone and his crummy older brother face is back. Pursed lips, glaring eyes, disappointed features. The whole look really.
"Yule, watch your mouth." He is all he says, as I tremble with electricity. "And stop looking at me like that, I know you're angry but I promise it'll all make sense soon."
Oh, brother you just made the understatement of the year. I growl within the restraints of my mind. Angry? I'm ready to rip this man's hand off, that's how furious I am. I knew something was fishy about him. Dentist my ass.
In a flash, my daggers are back in my hands, and before Jack can even blink I launch myself across the room thrusting my knives anywhere and everywhere. He grabs my flailing arms with a strong grip and flips me over so that I'm staring up at the ceiling. I go to bend my knees and flip back up ready to stab the living daylights out of him, but my body refuses to move. I try again, but to no avail, so result to spiting at Jack when he moves to take my knives.
"What have you done to me?" I hiss in his perfectly sculptured face.
Jack adverts his eyes, as he stands up and walks over to a mirrored wall I hadn't even noticed earlier. He flips a switch that floods the room in a flickering brightness, which forces Brooklyn to cover her eyes with a hand. She's still standing by the doorway and as Jack walks towards her she backs uplifting her many-ringed fingers ready to fight.
My half-brother doesn't even bother with her. He floats past her to hit another flip switch that turns the mirror into one big window. I let a gasp pass through my lips, annoyed at how I didn't see the signs and surprised that someone was finally able to one-up me.
Behind the window stands a very tall woman, dressed in a preen mint green suit combination. Her ghastly white hair suggests her age, but upon a closer inspection, she doesn't even look over the age of twenty-five. There are also several other people in the room all dressed in black tending to the monitors caging the room. The woman's mouth is drawn in a thin unimpressed line and she looks down at me with a scowl.
A man in black hands the ghost tree woman a worn clipboard, but her eyes still remain glaring at me.
"Yule Davis." She exclaims like knowing my name reroutes the blood in my veins. "I must say I thought we'd be meeting the ruthless star that carved her name into the fears of her victims." She sighs and a terrible exaggerated sniffly sigh of disappointment. "And yet somehow I was dragged out here for a little girl with anger issues."
"A little girl that you're hiding from behind a trick mirror." I point out, trying to figure out what my traitorous brother might have stuck to my uniform to stop me from moving. "Somehow I find it hard to believe that you aren't even a little afraid of me."
"Ah yes, I suppose my actions give my intentions away. As do yours, it would seem." She adds with a sly smile.
Even though it's obvious that she's adverting the conversation, my skin still feels like it's been lit on fire. "You've been betrayed by someone you trusted before, haven't you?" The woman smiles, eyes watching my every move.
Within a second something in my mind clicks, and the blood drains from my face. I'm left white and vulnerable underneath this woman's slimy gaze. I fight to stop myself from drowning, drowning deep in the dark, lungs screaming for air, head spinning from shock. I fight to break the surface, but my breath has diminished and for a second I'm back there. The ash stinging my tongue, and the crackling in my ears feel so real that the world disappears from view...
Until something sharp pierces the skin on my neck and I'm brought out of the void, sweating breathing and alive. My sight is restored as pain stings in my neck.
Someone moves out from behind me, and I glare at the woman behind the trick mirror, who looks as if she's trying hard not to smile in achievement. Something about the room has changed and I look around to see Brooklyn in the chair Jack had been sitting in moments before. She's looking at me, and even though her eyes are narrowed, a crease between her eyebrows suggests she's no longer wanting to pull my head off.
"Now that we're acting more civilized, I think it's about time I introduce myself." The woman walks through a door previously shrouded by the shadows of the room. She moves to stand in front of both of us, Brooklyn who has her legs crossed in a chair, me on the ground, limbs spread out in random directions.
"What did you do to Yule?" Brooklyn asks, cutting the woman off. Bless her soul. Maybe she's not that bad after all.
Jack moves out from behind the ghostly bush of a woman. "A small device on her wrist stops her from moving everything but that big mouth of hers because we do need to talk to her."
As if on cue, Brooklyn rolls her eyes lips pursed. "I worked that much out, Sherlock Holmes. It was the only reason that I didn't permanently remove your face." She sneers. I gleam. Is this what love feels like?
"I'm talking about whatever freaky woman over there asked for an even creepier guy in the fox mask injected into her neck you loser." Fox mask? I felt something pierce my neck but didn't get the chance to see his face. Maybe I do need another set of eyes.
I have to struggle to keep my face straight. Jack looks ready to put Brooklyn in her place, but the woman cuts him off.
"Because you can probably work it out yourself, Miss Brooklyn Moore. The injection Yule was provided with was a simple numbing fluid. It'll make it easier for her if she didn't feel the pain when Dr. Fox inserts her microchip."
"Uh- Yeah not a happening lady. I don't know what tree you're barking up but you're not putting some rusty piece of tech in my neck." I spit, outraged at the whole idea. "I'm not a dog, and I'm certainly getting sick of this whole situation. I'll give you ten seconds to tell me what the hell you want-"
"Or what Miss Davis? You'll slit my throat?" She turns to face me with another scowl. "Because you're not in much of a position to do so."
For the first time in two years, I felt almost scared. I'm definitely angry however and it must have shown because Brooklyn reached into her pocket and pulled out a small silver ball. She clicked a small button and a slow blinking red light lit up the room.
"But unfortunately for you miss, I am." She smiles, and her curling lips send a shiver down my spine. "I'll give you an extra 10 seconds to tell us both what you want, or I'm blowing us all to Madagascar."
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Bad Blood
Mystery / ThrillerEveryone always says I act too much like a protagonist. Well considering that I just moved nine thousand miles across the sea, began a girl's singing cult, became instantly famous, changed my name (not legally, but blackmailing the media seemed to...
