Only You

Chp 3

I took a deep breath as soon as I was out of the cell and followed the man down a different hallway.

Dumb witch hazel...

My throat felt scratchy from the witch version of wolfsbane and I held back a cough, I wouldn't let them know how it affected me. We walked for a while before the guy shoved me into a random room just like the cells only this one reeked of blood and urine. My nose scrunched at the smell as I took in the rest of the room, tensing as I realized what it was.
On a table sat multiple silver weapons; knives, whips, syringes and even a silver-coated rope. I shuddered softly as I was shoved into the wall where the man who escorted me clipped silver cuffs on my wrists and ankles and attacked them to the hooks in the walls.

I growled lowly and pulled on one of the chains, causing the others to tighten while burning my skin. I cried out in pain and leaned back against the wall, thankfully giving the chains enough slack so it's not completely on my skin.
My escort chuckled softly at my pain and walked out, leaving me alone momentarily.

Why did we have to come to Alaska? We were perfectly fine in Astoria...

I sighed heavily and closed my eyes to help me think of a way to escape. Not five minutes later the door opened up again and a different man walked in. This man had brown hair and cold, brown eyes, his white lab coat seemed to have old blood splattered on it but he didn't seem to care. He smirked at me.
"Look at this, the grandpup of the infamous Hawke Nightsong." I growled deeply at the mention of my grandfather, clearly they have some history.
"You don't look like much, it's hard to believe any of the Nightsongs would have a runt." He pressed, clearly trying to get on my nerves.
"It's hard to believe my grandpa would dance in your circles but," I tilted my head and shrugged lightly.
"Whatever stories you like to spit to make us look like the enemy are nothing but that. Stories."

"Oh and she's got the attitude, this could be fun." He walked over to the table and grabbed a knife.
"I hope you don't favor that face of yours, it could use a makeover."
I snarled as he got closer.
"I didn't realize I was a mirror."
Anger flashed through his eyes before he masked it and made a cut on my cheek with the knife.
"Watch it mutt."
I growled and flinched as my skin burned, feeling the blood dribble down my chin.
"No thanks, I rather keep my eyes closed then watch... that." Like usual, I didn't know when to close my mouth and I let my eyes wander over his face so he got the idea.
That only angered him and earned me another cut, going from just under my eye all the way to my chin.
I let out a pained snarl and struggled against the silver chains, earning myself more burns. The scientist smirked at my pain and shoved the knife in my shoulder before walking over to the table and grabbing the syringe.

"I'm told you have witch powers and an inner beast, but can't shift. I wonder why."
I growled lowly and glared at him.
"Oh hush, you monsters are so annoying." He grumbled, coming over and jabbing me in the arm with the syringe. I yelped but forced myself to him still, not wanting to make anything worse.
I watched as my blood slowly filled it before he pulled it out, grabbed the silver knife from my shoulder, made a few more cuts on my arms and then left, leaving me leaning on the wall and trying to breath through the pain as the smell of burning flesh permeated the air.
I was left alone for maybe ten minutes before my friendly neighborhood escort popped in and brought me back to the cell with Damian and Darius.

"Assy!" Darius sobbed as soon as he saw the blood on my face. I stumbled over and pulled him into a hug.
"I'm ok D, I promise." I said softly, stroking his hair slowly.
"Try to rest buddy, mom and dad will come and get us soon." He nodded and curled up in my lap, causing me to wince as he rubbing against my burnt ankles, before falling fast asleep.
"What are we going to do Astrid?" Damian asked quietly, frowning at my little brother.
"We're going to stay strong until my parents come. Knowing my dad he'll be freaking out until he gets us back and trust me, you never want to be on the receiving end of my dads wrath. We'll be ok."
"I hope your right...." He mumbled, leaning back against the wall to keep watch.

I frowned for a moment in thought before I hummed softly, listening to my moms voice sing me this song when I was younger in my head.
"Hush now, don't be scared. Through this time of darkness shadow may March, thunders may roar but peace will soon prevail. Through our land, this sacred land nightmares spread confusion. But stand your ground until you've found the strength to light your way."
I felt Darius relax more in my lap and even Damian seemed slight less tense as I sung softly before I leaned against the wall and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next thing I knew a loud, angry roar shook the walls and shouting filled the hallways as everyone rushed around frantically, trying to figure out what's happening. Little did they know that I knew what was going on. My parents had come for us.