Take Me Down

17

The dirt around me formed into a sort of air pocket in the ground. I felt six feet under.

Guess this is what it feels like when you die.

I still had the knife in my hand and I decided it was better to keep ahold of it, seeing as it might come in handy later.

A hand reached into the ground and yanked on my hair as it pulled upwards through the ground. I screamed and came up with the forceful hand, belonging to John. Aaron growled at him, but it didn't seem to faze him as much as it should have.

I was thrown to the ground and my knees knocked into some sharp rocks in the ground. I let out a cry as the first tear in a long time slipped out. I looked up at Aaron and the look on his face changed drastically. He went from angry to concerned in a second. He reached for my face and I drew back, scared. His face fell, sadness over coming him.

For the first time in my life I was scared.

I felt helpless.

Then it hit me.

Why am I scared when I am stronger than all of them? I would play them the fool to draw them in, as I formulated a master plan.

Steve whipped fire at my face and I cowered back, landing on my butt, trying to scoot away.

Aaron looked deeply concerned, when I realized that Avery, Cassie and Cornelius were gone.

"Where are my friends?" I questioned, and John laughed.

"It's been a day and a half since you've been under ground. They're in a holding cell before Aaron decides what to do with them." John said and I cried out a bit. There was a pang of pain in my side, when I remembered that I had been stabbed and was still healing. I sped up the process and healed fully.

I didn't like being in pain for any longer than I had to be.

I took the knife out from under my shirt and my hand was suddenly restrained by a tree root. It squeezed hard until I let go of the knife. It flew away and was gone from sight.

Steve lifted my shirt and showed that the wounds were gone from me intentionally stabbing myself.

"I don't want to be a pet." I said and Aaron looked at me concerned.

"You will never be a pet. I won't allow it." He said and I smiled sadly.

"I don't believe you." I said, backing up as far as I could with my hand being restrained.

"That's good. Shifters are smart I tell ya!" Somebody said behind me. I whipped around when a rope was thrown around my neck in a noose. I screamed when the man yanked on it. My hand forcefully popped out of its socket when the root fell to the ground. The rope ripped at my throat, my hands clutching it tightly as I tried to get it off my neck. I chocked out, reaching a hand out for Aaron. The man yanked again and I was slammed back onto the ground, unable to breath.

"Stop!" Aaron growled, advancing on the man who was crushing my throat with a rope. In that instance of distraction for the man who grinned at Aaron, I shifted into a mouse, slipping though the rope and sprinted away from them, completely out of breath.

"Oh no you don't!" The man yelled and I shifted into a giant red dragon, smoke flaring from my nostrils. Flames flew from my mouth directed at his face. He jumped out of the way and hit me in the face with another rope, but this time, I felt the electric vibe of the rope, and then was electrocuted. I heard Aaron shout something, but then the ground caught me and I shifted back into my human form, closing my eyes.