Soulmate

Chapter 11

Fear was running loose in her mind, and deep in her stomach, in her gut, she had that uneasy feeling. Everything had been confusing up until now, and the guards had been uncooperative with answering her many questions. Maria had no idea why she was locked up again, or who these people keeping her hostage were. They kept a grip on her arms like iron, and lifted her a little too high off the ground for her to walk properly. The metal of her chains clinked with her every step, and weighed her wrists, and ankles down. Never the less, it was less horrible than the first time; there was a lot more lighting, and the guards, no matter how monstrous they seemed, made her feel less isolated than before.

Still, these beings weren't normal. Maria didn't even want to know what they were.

With their red eyes, just like the werewolves, she thought at first that it was an enemy pack who had taken her for a ransom, but they had different traits than the wolves. Those who had pale skin had their blue veins showing clearly through their nearly translucent complexion, and those with darker skin had their veins popping from their muscles, as if they had been using steroids. It was very strange.

The whole time Maria had been in her cell, they had posted a guard in front of her door, and he never moved from his spot. He didn't sleep, didn't eat, blink nor flinch. It was almost as if he was a statue. The girl shivered, and looked away from those unnatural beings. It would do her no good to stare at him anyways. As soon as they put the piece of fabric over her eyes, the woman became incredibly clumsy, catching her feet on every possible thing that came near her. She even heard the guards growling in irritation

Back in her cell, Maria had noticed that they would take prisoners away from their cells, the same way they did to her. Sometimes she could hear the screams, and pleas for mercy from the tortured souls. Maria had tried to find the end of the prison, but it was too big for her to even guess the end of its grandeur. There was so many prisoners, that it was odd that it was silent. Most were sleeping, waiting for the next questioning, and others would whimper silently from their wounds. The guards had put Maria in a cell that was once occupied by a werewolf, she never saw him, but she knew he wasn't coming back, and it wasn't because he had been given his freedom. Hunter, the guard who kept his eyes on her with determination was somewhat of the leader of the guards down in the dungeon, or at least he was, in Maria's mind. He had given the dwarf beside her to the younger guard, and had yelled to the others when things had to be done. Hunter was the one holding her left side, and sometimes his nails scraped her skin, and a few drops of blood would run down to her hand. "How can he have nails so sharp?"

Hunter and the other guard dragged her along through many hallways, so many that Maria was no longer to trace her way back in her head. "How big is this place?"

The woman thought back to her neighbor, in the cell beside her. She had never seen a dwarf before, but it was obvious what he was, from the second she laid her eyes on him. The short man was about three feet tall, but was built incredibly solid. Maria was certain that it would take a lot to topple him over. His hands were wide and rough, with metal like dots at both sides of his finger articulations. She made a mental note to herself to ask him about it when she would get back to her cell. If she ever went back to her cell.

"The Master can't wait to meet you." He said, in a very robotic voice. He was the most emotionless being that she ever saw, even more than the one who had taken her hostage. The woman couldn't understand how one couldn't have emotions, since she was constantly overwhelmed by hers.

They stopped abruptly, and she heard loud thuds on what sounded like a door in front of her. The louds squeaks of the doors ringed all the way to her ears, making her recoil at the sound. Both guards pushed her in the new room, and the echoes made her feel incredibly feeble.