When I Find You (Completed) (Not Edited)

Chapter 14

"Guards on post! We got a new prisoner, and she's a lively one!" He sighed, dropping his spoon back into the bowl. Pushing back his chair, Nathaniel snatched the gun he had propped up on a leg of the table and left the room. Nathaniel was posted next to a girl, that came in last month. He still remember the first time he saw her. She had been screaming and hitting, trying to get away with all her might, but Nathaniel really didn't pay attention to her fighting to get away. He could faintly smell something strange on her. The scent made his stomach tumble angrily as if a disturbed bees' nest resided inside.

They dragged her into the room where all the newcomers went, and about 6 hours later she came out silent, with a blank look over her face. The smell wasn't there anymore. This was Nathaniel's 14th year here, and it wasn't anything new. Now that girl was his guard partner, and they were the final resorts that were stationed on the corner that led to the cells. 

His footfalls echoed as he walked down the tiled halls, gun strapped to his back. She was already there when Nathaniel rounded the corner to their post. Her mouth was set in a grim line, and her gun was gripped tightly in her hands, ready to fire. She looked odd like that, considering she was easily 5 years younger than him.

"Hey there, Shrimpette," Nathaniel called out to her. She tensed and sent him a glare as he crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall next to her.

"I told you to quit calling me that!" She hissed through her teeth quietly. Nathaniel laughed. Patting her on the shoulder, he listened for the escorts' and prisoner's footsteps.

"How lively do you think they mean?" He asked her. She shrugged and looked up at him before looking down hallway.

"I hope not too lively. I don't want the extra hassle, but if need be..." Shrimpette trailed off as the sound of rushed footsteps and chain screeches filled the air. They tensed up, taking normal guard position. His hand reached for his gun, ready to draw if needed.

"Get these damned chains off me! You morons must think I could bust out of just one since you put three on! Sons of motherless whores! Quit moving so fast! I'm going to end up bashing my head into this floor! Let me go!" An unfamiliar voice screeched on. The voice sent shivers down his back, and Nathaniel felt his stomach stir slightly. It was a bit painful, but Nathaniel could easily ignore it. A guard hurried by, flipping through multiple keys, cursing under his breath. He stopped in front of a cell that was across from Nelson the Unseen. Unseen meaning, all the innocents he preyed on never saw him before they died.

"Cell's open!" The guard shouted. The rushed footsteps picked up the pace a bit and around the corner they came. With them, was a short girl with long black hair flinging this way and that. She yanked back, hair flying past her face, exposing features with glowing eyes the color of ice.

"God damn it! Let me go!" She screamed, jerking into a nearby guard. He flew into the wall, but was replaced within seconds by another guard. Nathaniel's stomach stirred harder, the pain doubling in magnitude. He wanted to clutch his stomach, but he couldn't show weakness in front of the enemy. Nathaniel was envious of all the wolves they brought in. He was a wolf, but something horrific must have happened before the Company saved him that caused his wolf not to surface. He still had no wolf, but could live his life like any other human.

The guards past them with the girl, muttered curses and grunts from multiple people becoming audible for Nathaniel. They're grip visibly tightened on her as they hastily took the chains off. Just as quickly, they shoved her into the cell. The door closed just in time as a large black wolf flung itself at the door. Snarls and teeth snapping were heard, and then one of the guards stuck forward a taser, causing her to yelp. Nathaniel automatically took a step forward, ready to defend the wolf when reality slapped him in the face. Why am I trying to help the enemy? He returned back to his spot against the wall, lowering his hand from his gun. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glanced over to see Shrimpette staring at him.

"What?" Nathaniel bit out coldly. She snapped her head away from him, fixing her gaze forward.

"Nothing," She answered quickly. He huffed and fixed his attention back on the escorts. They started walking back the way they came, some breathing heavily. One clapped a hand on Nathaniel's shoulder.

"Why don't you do the honor of questioning her first? Come on, Abs," The guard said to him, before turning to his post partner. She nodded curtly, then turned and followed them out. Nathaniel sighed and walked slowly to stand in front of her cell, his hands buried deep within his pockets. His eyes met the giant black beast that stood intimidatingly in front of him. Her hackle was bristled, and her fur was dull under the light. Her eyes calculated what was in front of her; Nathaniel realized she wasn't looking at him, but instead at the bars. She growled, her ears flattening against her skull. She wouldn't be able to break through the bars, no matter how much she tried. The bars were made of carbon steel, and were wiped with wolfsbane everyday. Wolfsbane was extremely hazardous and toxic to werewolves. They didn't burn skin though, only vastly poisoned the blood stream if ever ingested.

"No reason to be scared of me," Nathaniel said in a sarcastic tone as he went to the compartment next to her cell, snatching a blanket out of it before tossing it to her. "Why don't you change back so I can ask you a couple questions?" Her eyes narrowed at the blanket. She continued to burn holes into the material, until it clicked for him. His eyes widened a fraction, before Nathaniel turned around. He heard a rustling noise behind him, and Nelson let out a cat call. Nathaniel's gut stirred again, and he ignored the urge to take his gun and shoot Nelson. What is going on?

'You can turn back now," A feminine voice called out. Now that she wasn't screaming, her voice was smooth like silk. A shiver ran down his spine. Nathaniel turned back to see she had wrapped the blanket around her shoulders, and had the front clenched shut into a fist. His heart skipped a beat. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders in dark waves, and her eyes, although shrouded in shadows, were close to a light cloudy gray. She had a heart shaped face, and high cheek bones with semi-full lips. She was beautiful. Her eyes widened considerably, and she backed up against the wall.

"No, no, no, no," She cried out, suddenly her cheeks reflected the light, and he realized she was crying.

"What's wrong?" Nathaniel asked concerned. Wait, concerned? What on earth is going on with me?  He shook his head to clear all the thoughts in his mind, and pulled a blank mask back over his face. "What's your name?" Nathaniel heard a sharp intake through her nose, before she let it out shakily through her mouth.

"Adriane. Adriane Carmrich."