Were-Geek

16.)

1.) 

"El, El" The sound of someone saying my name roused me and I slowly opened my eyes, blinking rapidly. 

I sighed tiredly, my words slightly slurred, "I'm so tired of being knocked out," I heard a chuckle and turned to see Logan behind bars. "I'm gonna get, like, brain damage or something aren't I. Being knocked out so much can't be healthy." 

He smiled and put his hands on the bars. "Where are we?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes drowsily. 

"Locked up," He sighed. "I have Amy in my cell and Luke and Dillan are in the other one beside me." He gestured behind him and I looked to see Dillan And Luke waving. I waved back and looked around. 

The cell was about the size of my old room, so very small. There was a toilet and that was it for furniture. There wasn't even a bed. The cell was dank and musty smelling. I could smell remnants of fear and ammonia, which had been used to clean up blood which I could also smell. So weird. 

A small, but super-locked door rested on the far wall. It had no doorknob or device that I could see in which to open it. It almost didn't look like a door at all but I could tell. I sighed and went to the toilet, pulling the jacket up and sitting down. 

Logan made a strange noise and I looked at him. "What?" I said, he had his eyes covered. 

"You could've warned me!" He replied sounding disgruntled. 

I chuckled, crossing my ankles. The pee felt very relieving, I hadn't realized I had to go so bad. "Why? I'm just peeing." I looked around, "Dang, no toilet paper." I sighed, oh well, I had gone without on plenty of occasions. Don't judge me. 

I shook myself and got off the toilet, sliding to my knees. "So, how are you?" I asked to Logan and he removed his hands from his eyes, balking at me. 

"El, you are seriously the strangest being I have ever met." He stated and I smiled with pride, 

"I'll take that as a comliment." 

"You do that," He said and behind him Luke laughed and shook his head at our weird conversation. 

I moved closer to Logan and touched the bars...only to yelp and fall back, staring at my hand. "Silver." Logan stated dryly. 

"NO DUH CAPTAIN SHERLOCK, DEFENDER OF THE ALREADY KNOWN!" I shrieked, cradling my smarting hand. Amy howled with laughter and came to his side. I glared and he chuckled, the tips of his ears going slightly red. 

Just then there was a rattle and a clank and the sliding back of a deadbolt I realized I could actually smell the silver in the room. Okay, okay, take it as it comes, take it as it comes. I can smell metal and pain? Psh, so what. 

My hand came up to my throat but fell away when it realized my throat was bare. A man entered the room flanked by two black clothed adults carrying big guns. I smiled and stood, straightening Logans jacket and stretching my hand out for him to shake. "Hi!" I said with almost crazy cheer, not at all suitable for the dreariness and obvious mal-intent he simply radiated "I'm El!" 

He blinked in confusion, that was not the reaction he had expected from a werewolf that he had just kidnapped, and pointedly ignored my proffered hand. He cleared his throat and straightened, "Elmira, you have been called to conferance with our great leader." 

I snickered and glanced at Logan, "You guys sound like nazis. Is this a dictatorship? Is he, like, your Hitler? Or maybe your Kim Jung Il. Hmmm?" The mans face hardened and his jaw clenched. A tic appeared in his forhead and I found my eyes drawn to it, captivated. Okay, maybe I was a little A.D.D.