In RED!!

chapter 3- Not so nice to meet you

The man has been gone for a while now, not that I'm complaining or anything I'm actually enjoying this little break I'm getting.
There was a large vibration through the entire buildings making bits of the roof above me crumble. Then there was a moment of silence. In seconds later a huge Man busted down the door to the room I was in and started untying me. He released me from the shackles and my body fell limp on the ground and a small scream passed my lips. I was officially on the verge of death not knowing how many times that guy has hit or how many times I've passed out during the whole thing but all I knew was that my body was to give up any moment now.

Before I could do anything else the man placed a white rag over mouth and nose making me inhale that strong scent of what seemed to be Eucalyptus oil. My body weight felt heavier, my breaths got quicker and my heart thundering loud in my head. The man then carried me out of the building and I began to lose consciousness right along the way.

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I woke up in adark,cold place that I never thought I'd be in, I was in a cell. I started to panic and waiting to just run out but I was restrained by the chains that were connected on both on my felt and had another that linked to the ones on my wrists. Behind me was a small window that couldn't be open,just like a front window of a car but judging by its material it was unbreakable. The huge man walked in my cell and brought a wooden chair along with him.
"So let's talk,shall we?"he said,although that sounded like a question it was not. He sat on the wooden chair and then looked at me with a grin on his face."So little Brooks where is your father? Tell me and I won't harm you ."he spoke calmly,but I could tell he was short tempered and what I was about to say was gonna anger him big time. I looked down not waiting to say anything that would make him harm me.
"Well speak Child!"he exclaimed, his anger rising. I still took the risk of keeping quiet and kept my eyes on the floor. "Are you seriously willing to take the risk of death just to protect your father?"he asked,his anger now evident."I don't know him"I quietly responded."What!you liar!"he accused,throwing the wooden chair to the wall and it broke it pieces.
"Well if you are gonna lie then I'm gonna teach you a lesson"he said taking slow steps towards me. He grasped my chin aggressivley to make me look at him while his other hand made its way up my tight. This PERVERT was he really gonna rape me or something. I tired to pushing him away but he got closer,his hands going all over my body and I panicked. In self-defense I clawed him on the chica and he turned away in pain but he quickly healed."You bitch!"he spat and without another word his eyes darkened and he bit into my shoulder painfully,I screamed in pain as he gulped in my blood.
"Sir we are under attack"a smaller man sounded from behind the huge man infront of me causing the huge man to stop in his actions to look at the smaller man. I pushed the huge man off of me with as much force. A huge followed my actions hitting me with enough force to leave me dead and with the crack that followed I was sure I was gonna die.

I felt that low familiar hum as I regained my consciousness. I didn't wake up or much rather I didn't want wake up but the hum got louder and I felt a wild fire arise within me and spreading through my body and making my wounds ache badly before I couldn't feel them anymore. I opened my eyes to a dimly lit bedroom that was admittedly large with a dark theme to go with it.On the wall were strange paintings that looked vaguely familiar. Most of the paintings had a particular female that always stuck out from the rest. In some paintings she was worshipped and in some cherrished and loved. My eyes moved to the paintings in the futher part of the room. There was a painting of a flower that looked identical to my birth-mark and below it were two other roses that were paired one black and the other red, they looked identical to the tattoo I had on my ankle.

After exploring the room my eyes then fell on the male figure that has been watching me curiously as I looked around the room. It was the man from the torture room,only he looked different, calmer almost. Now that his face was not of hatred or rage,his facial features were vibrant. He had ebony black hair,wild citrine eyes and he looked exhausted. I continued to start at him in silence and he did the same thing only his face flooding with curiousity.
"Are you okay?"he asked,his voice deep and husky without the venom it always carried. I stared at him with wide eyes stared by his question. "Yes" I replied softly" I've been better" I added.
"Good, because Noland almost killed you"he said. I kept silent as the memories from before came flooding back making my head hurt. "Why did you steal me back?" I asked, my curiousity poking its way out.
"Uh...because Noland was gonna kill you" he replied. "Is that not what you were going to do, what's the difference if I'm gonna die anyways?"I asked with a loud voice. He hesitated before answering "The Royals wish to meet you"he said.
"Who are the Royals?"I questioned.
"Our rulers"he said simply "just like a King and Queen rulling a kindom, which we had once but they were killed and no one was left to protect us but luckily our Royal families came together and decided to rule our world and societies "he explained.
"Were all the Royals of the rightful rulers killed, what about their heirs?"I questioned with my full curiousity out. He chuckeld,which I've never heard before."Wow you are very curious."he gave a boyish smile."You need to rest right now,I'll answer all your questions later" he said.