She wakes up in a cage cold and confused. She refuses to show any weakness in this strange new place; she shoves everything down, deep down behind a mask of indifference snippy remarks and a few right hooks.
She wont let these new and strange boys...
I groaned and swatted at the hand that shook me from sleep and rolled over. I heard a chuckle and then my warm blanket was pulled away. I cursed and he gasped.
"Charlie! Where in the blood Glade did you pick up on such language?"
"Don't know Mama Noot. But if it lets me sleep longer...shuck off."
I heard him stomp his foot and huff. It was quiet and I thought he had left me alone. But I was wrong. He wacked me with a pillow. I cursed again and sat up with a loud groan.
"Oh don't start something you can't finish!"
He was standing by the bed, his arms crossed with a smirk in his golden face.
I smacked him hard in the face with a pillow, causing him to stumble backwards. I lept after him, wacking him again with the pillow.
"Okay! Okay! I surender! Stop! You win!" He shrieked.
I stopped swinging, but held the pillow up ready to swing again.
He flopped back into the bed. "You win. You win. Sheesh your aggressive in the morning."
"Ya well, you didn't bring me coffee, it's a peace offering for waking me up." I shrugged
"Noted. Wake you up with the aroma of coffee!"
I turned around to go back to bed when I heard Newt gasp. I whipped around.
"What?"
"Turn around, Charlie!" He demanded.
I hesitantly did as he asked. Looking over my shoulder to watch him. He got up and curiously walked closer. His eyes never left my back. I frowned.
"Did you know you had a tattoo?" He asked, his brown eyes flicked up to mine.
My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped open.
"What?! No! Where? Of what?" I demanded sharply.
He pursed his lips and frowned.
"Just a minute! I'll be right back."
He rushed out of the room leaving me confused and anxious. He was back within a minute with a small hand held mirror. He held it up and I looked over my shoulder into the little mirror and gasped.
On my right side, going down my back was an intricate tattoo of an arrow and half the face of a female lion face. It went down her lat muscle, it started a few inches under her sports bra and dropped just before her pants hem.
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"I had no idea!" I breathed. I looked at it again and then glanced up at Newt with a bit of a smirk, "it's kinda badass, don't ya think?"
Newt chuckled, and nodded. Then his face slipped into a frown of concentration.
"What's wrong?"
He ran a hand through his long shaggy hair. Scrunching his face.
"Oh nothing is wrong, Love. It just... looks familiar...your tatto. Just can't place it." He muttered.
