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FIFTEEN 「the devil's revenge」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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ROCKS AND ROOTS. That was what Sylvia felt beneath her when she'd regained consciousness. Her head felt as if she had been stabbed right through the skull, an incessant and painful throbbing accompanying her. She felt herself being dragged along the ragged ground of what she assumed was the Deadheads. She had yet to open her eyes. She felt the stinging pain of sharp rocks digging into her back as she was dragged along, being pulled by her arms.
Sylvia cracked one eye open slowly, the darkness around her blurring and then focusing. She could tell she was beneath a canopy of trees, which meant she was still in the Deadheads. The last thing she remembered was looking out the window of the Map Room, searching for something, and then a splitting pain in her skull.
She swallowed the noises of pain and discomfort she was itching to let out. Sylvia felt warmth trickle down the side of her head, a few drops warming the cool skin of her neck and ear lobe. She was drowsy, but she couldn't let herself slip away. She needed to get out of this situation.
Distant chatter floated about as she regained strength throughout her body. She cracked her eyes only slightly so that she was aware of her surroundings and wouldn't give away that she was awake. They stopped suddenly and she was fully dropped back onto the ground. She felt her hands being bound by a rough material, rope most likely. She was still too weak to move.
She heard boys' voices conversing, possibly arguing. Then she heard muffled groans beside her and she peeked her eyes open. She was on the ground, face pressed against the dirt, with Minho directly across from her. His expression was pinched in pain and then he opened his eyes, furrowing his dark brows at her. He also had a gash on the side of his head.
Mustering all the strength he could, he pushed himself up. He was able to position himself in a kneeling position, resting back on his calves. He moved to stand and a hand pushed him down roughly.
"Stay right where you are, pretty boy." A voice growled.
Sylvia was then forcefully pulled up into a kneeling position, same as Minho. She grunted at the sudden movement, lips twitching into a scowl. She looked up at the culprit and found Wyck staring back at her. One of the newer Runners she'd trained along with the boy Devon.
