Flight or Fight

4. Not so Sweet Home

Your body felt stiff as you ached all over. Being thrown over his muscular shoulder and having your stomach pressed in an awkward angle against the shoulder was not helping the situation, even with the layers of his undershirt, shirt and trench coat were not bringing any cushioning comfort. The pressure digging into you was making you feel the bile rise in your throat. You made quiet groans as every step Heisenberg took; it unsettled your stomach.

"Throw up on me, and I'll feed you to the Lycans!" Heisenberg warned.

You tried to swallow the bile back down, gagging and taking deep breaths. Your stomach was rumbling, having last ate before Irina picked you up. You craved for something to eat and drink; it had been so long since you had anything. Your eyes felt blinded by the sunlight, you were certain it was going to burn your retinas, seeing spots with every blink. The crisp bitter cold air kept you awake, stinging your eyes. You tried to shift yourself to be more comfortable until Heisenberg sighed and dropped you to the floor.

In a thud you landed in the inches of untouched snow, crying at the sudden coldness covering your body. Your clothes weren't the thickest, but you were thankful your hoodie was bringing you some warmth, surprised it wasn't torn much. You gagged at how you smelt; dirt, blood fresh and dried, sweat, and drool off those creatures caked your body. The worst smell on top of it all was smelling of those Cuban cigars – of him.

You hugged yourself for warmth with the littlest of energy you had left, staring up at the man and where you were. Around you sat some huge statues carved into the mountainside rocks; four lord like figures sat on thrones – clearly holding some great significance in this area. You wanted to have a closer look, but you took a side glance over to Heisenberg, who stood in the centre of the area, placing something onto the podium.

The ground beneath you started to vibrate to life, taking you by surprise as you scooted yourself over to Heisenberg, catching yourself from grabbing onto his leg. His deep chuckle above you wondered if he saw what you almost did, or whether he was relishing in how you cowered in fear. The vibration was making some of the snow shake off the now revealing metal flooring you were on. The edges raised up some walls with arch like doors on each side of it, rumbling as the platform started to lower into the ground. You yelped at the surprise elevator the podium had become, not knowing how far down into the ground you were going. You closed your eyes to try and keep yourself composed, hearing metal slide against rock above you, you peeked to see the sunlight slowly being blocked out.

"Where the fuck are you taking me?" You blurted out loud. You could feel the two eyes boring into the back of your head.

He burst into laughter. "I like you." He moved in front of you and crouched down. "I'm taking you to your brand-new home." The darkness was only broken by the slithers of candlelight shining through the arches, giving him a sinister sparkle in his glasses.

"I don't want a new home... I want to go home..." You cried, exhaustion not stopping your tears. How long would it take your parents to wonder where you were?

Heisenberg reached out one of his gloved hands to wipe the running tears off your face, his glasses tilted to the edge of his nose, allowing you to see a glimpse of his actual eyes. They looked warmer than you were expecting, almost as if he cared, but in a split second that moment snapped. Quickly pulling away and pushing his glasses back up, returning to his full height. You couldn't figure him out. 'An egotistical asshole with some weird ability but has some moments of humanity?' you thought to yourself. This was definitely going to be challenging to get away from him.