Demons

Chapter 27 - Don Black's Revenge

Blake's pov:
My entire body feels so weak. It almost reminds me of the days that I spent taking beatings from my old man...back then the only thing I knew was the pain that came with his belt. It's very similar to that now, except for the fact that my back isn't bloody, air isn't penetrating fresh wounds on my back or anywhere else for that matter. My body just feels weak...and heavy. It's the kind of heaviness you feel when you have no energy from being sick, except this feels never-ending for some reason.

When I look around me, I see the bars surrounding me and the darkness and humidity that typically comes with it. I'm lying on my back, on a stretcher, and when I try to sit up, I notice that I'm strapped down. Whatever it is that my father is planning to do with me, it's something way different than what I anticipated. When I look at the wires attached to my arms, I'm more scared than anything else.

Despite of my fading strength, I do manage to slip one hand loose of the constraints and release myself before I remove all of the wires. At the end, they all have needles, as if they've been injecting me with something. The moment I manage to sit up, something is really out of place. I'm a werewolf, I'm supposed to be much, much stronger than this. I don't remember ever feeling this weak...or, well, technically I do. This feels like my body back when I was just four years old and barely had any muscle. This is all part of the plan...

- I see you are trying to put the pieces together, son.

He stands resolute behind the bars, hiding his hands behind his back as I notice that he's holding something. I recognize his stature and the look on his face. He's admiring his good work and by the way he keeps looking at me, we're not done yet. Things are going to get a lot worse...

- ...oh, Blake, you are a foolish boy. I would've actually pegged you to be the type to take your family with you and run. That would've been a lot more fun, you know? Chasing you and have you live in fear every day.

He starts. My head is starting to play games with me. A sudden dizziness hits me almost out of nowhere and when I look up at my father, I see doubles...wait, triples of him...wait, that can't be right. I can barely make out the smile on his face.

- At least this way I get to try something that I've only experimented on people. It obviously helps that the injections are starting to work on you. That'll make this whole process even easier for me...and more painful for you...

He goes on.

- Process? What are you doing to me? What happened to the old-fashioned belt?

I ask, slightly scared of what he's got planned, but I'm also filled with anger just to actually be begging for the belt.

- Well, the belt got old for me, son. By the time you and your brother escaped, I found something new that I wanted to try. Of course, I've had my time to perfect the craft and ever since Fagan died, I waited for the right opportunity get my revenge on you. This will be, if my observations are correct, extremely painful for you...and your mate.

The mention of Kate brings all sorts of anger to my chest and I want to get up, but my feet aren't giving me the support I need. I immediately fall down on my knees, still trying to get up, but whatever I do I only seem to grow weaker rather than stronger. Help me out! I call to my wolf, but there's only an echo in return.

- Your wolf should be out of your reach by now...you can try to contact him as much as you want but the separation-process going on is stopping him from getting to you and you from getting to him.

He's unlocking the door to the cell as I grit my teeth to keep standing on my knees.

- We had a deal...I surrendered myself and you promised to leave my family alone...