The Captured Bird

Chapter 11-Controlled

Upon arriving at the island you'd very well run away from, you were once again put under the control of Terry. It was honestly a weird feeling. You were still in your body, completely aware of everything around you. But you weren't in control of your movements. The only thing Terry couldn't control were your eyes and breathing. You looked around as the the group walked to the loop entrance. Barron went in first, one of his hands replaced by a knife, and evil grin on his face. Horace's vision had indeed come true, despite your efforts to stop it.

The others followed close behind him you gained control of yourself once again, but only for a couple short seconds as Terry entered the loop, close behind you. It was just before supper, around 4:57 and everyone was inside. Or so you thought. Until you heard a bird overhead let out a loud squawk and glide down from a tall tree to the roof of the home. She continued to caw loudly as the group approached the house. She was clearly warning the others.

Barron wasted no time as he began hacking at the door with his knife hand. As soon as there was a big enough hole to reach his hand through he unlocked the door. You hadn't noticed when Miss Pigeon left to go and stop the bird on the roof. You were pushed forward, into the house ahead of everyone else. You walked around the house, checking every room for signs of anyone, all while under Terry's control. Though the man could only control one person at once, you didn't have to be in his line of sight to be controlled. You just had to be nearby. You found three women in the parlor, ducking behind a couch.

"Hello?" Well you still sounded like you, which made it all the more eerie when the word slipped out of your mouth without you being able to stop it. Because that wasn't you, and you hoped they wouldn't fall for Terry's tricks. "It's just me, Y/n... I'm back." Your eyes widened as Alma stood up from her hiding place, gun aimed at you. When in birds name did she get a gun?

Her eyes narrowed as she stared into yours, which darted around frantically, trying to tell her that it wasn't you. "No. No it's not. Something is wrong here." Almost as if on cue two wights burst into the room from the door behind you. Suddenly the couch the other two ymbrynes ducked behind was lifted into the air and flew across the room. That was John's doing, he had telekinesis and was rather good at using it. Miss Sparrow quickly raised the crossbow she held and shot John in the shoulder. He screamed in pain, stumbling back, yet still persistent he ripped out the arrow and used his peculiarity to stab Miss Brushfinsh, who was trying to stab another wight with a knife.

At first you'd thought you'd be used to help in this fight but apparently your father had other plans. Terry removed you from the room and had you walk upstairs. As you walked down the hall to open the first door you were painfully aware of the pounding footsteps, running behind you. You could only hope it was someone who'd stop you before you hurt someone. Thankfully, it was.

You turned around last second, Terry probably only now noticing the footsteps, and you were tackled to the ground. Alma sat on your stomach so as to keep you from getting up as she grabbed your wrists. She said nothing as she glared at you, almost as if trying to scare the other person out of her. Her eyes softened when she noticed you on the verge of tears. Your body suddenly relaxed, no longer under another's control. "A-Alma..." You breathed out. She'd felt you relax but was still skeptical to let you go. Had you been in any other situation you would've taken notice to the position the two of you were in.

"You're you... right?" She knew very well you'd say yes even if it wasn't you. You nodded, not being able to find any words. She got off you and helped you up, then stood there for a minute almost as if waiting for you to attack her. She let out a sigh of relief when you just smiled at her, though still on edge.

She took her gun out of her pocket and clicked a safety off, moving to go downstairs, guesturing for you to follow her. Once downstairs you saw the bloodbath. Miss Brushfinsh and two other ymbrynes, lay on the ground lifeless, scattered throughout the room. Miss Pigeon had been killed, along with John, Terry, and two more wights. Miss Vulture hadn't come with for the raid, and stayed behind, assuming it'd be successful. Miss Sparrow was missing and Barron wasn't there either.

You and Alma split up, searching the ground floor for the last two possible remaining survivors. You stepped into the kitchen and looked around, trying to be quick. You let out a scream as a nightmarish pain shot through your stomach. You looked down and saw Barron's knife sticking through you, blood everywhere. You'd been stabbed in the back.

He grinned as he withdrew his blade. Your stomach immediately began to heal itself now that nothing was in the way of your peculiarity doing it's job. But you had still lost a lot of blood and the slight lasting pain didn't make your sudden wooziness any better. Before you knew what was happening, the world went black.

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Amber_Sweets, I still think you're the best <3