The OUTCASTS- The Beginning (Completed)

Chapter 13

I woke up on the floor of the bunker. The pain in my stomach still growing. I sat up against the wall, drawing my knees up and tightening my arms around me. In hopes it would help and keep my entrails where they were. Sweat dripped from my face. Did I have a fever, because of the pain or because it was part of the spell Franklin had cast on me. The sound of the door echoed, and Steven stepped through with a plate and cup in his hand. He set it down in front of me and smiled. I just glowered at him, which made him stop smiling. He came near me his arm stretched out, I flinched, he retracted his arm. "I just want to feel if you have a fever," he explained and stretched out his arm again. I didn't flinch and let him feel my face. His brows furrowed.

"You do have a fever and a high one at that. Damn that Franklin," he muttered.

The pain started to spread to my chest, I winced. "Do you want some water? Steven asked. I nodded and he handed me the cup.

I took it with one hand and still holding my abdomen with the other. I gulped down the water as if I haven't had anything to drink for months.

"I'm sorry for the spell Franklin cast on you. He can't hold himself back. He says he's passionate about torturing people. I just call him a passivist," he said sitting on the ground in front of me.

"I brought you a sandwich if you want it," he said pushing the plate forward. I was already weak. Ready to pass out at any moment. I took the sandwich. My eyes travelled from the sandwich to Steven and back again. He nodded as if to encourage me. I was not going to lie when I say that was the best damn sandwich I ever had. I didn't know if it was just from hunger or if the sandwich was just that good. I didn't care. I wolfed it down. The pain in my abdomen increased suddenly.

"What kind of spell did he cast?" I hissed.

"I don't know," Steven answered pursing his lips. "Aren't you a warlock too?" I asked confused. Steven laughed, "No, I'm more complicated," "But I thought..." I trailed off in confusion.

"You thought we were part of some coven. No, we're just colleagues. That's all," he explained.

"Why aren't you a tool like the other two? I hissed. He laughed again, " I guess I couldn't just stand by and watch someone suffer, he shrugged.

"You didn't have a problem earlier,"

He sighed, "It's not what you think, he shook his head.

"Explain it then," I demanded.

"Well someone paid us to kidnap you. And Franklin taking things too far, that's the norm for us. It's our job," he said in a light tone.

"Bringing me food and water is what, coming out of the goodness of someone's wallet? I asked with a bit more venom than intended. He frowned.

"No. I just don't want you to starve," he stood up and walked out.

It wasn't long when my stomach twisted again more than it had before, leaving me puking up the water and sandwich. Even when my stomach was empty it kept trying to expel something leaving me with awful dry heaves. I was on all fours, only one arm over my stomach the other holding me up. Was this their way of torture?

Or at least Franklin's way of torture.

The pain shot through me again, but this time I let out a scream. I crouched down again both arms around me. It felt like I was being torn apart and the pain threatened to go to my spine. I was dying. I didn't know that for sure, but the thought came into my mind and stayed. The door of the room opened again, and all three men stepped in. I turned my head to look at them. Tears streaming down my face. Franklin looked pleased with himself. The other two looked concerned, for me.