White Wolf: Inspire Me

Chapter 16

Samantha POV

"Mom, listen for a fucking second!" The phone was silent, I sighed deeply. "We. Can't. Find. Her." I say slowly.

"Look harder! New York is big!" I hit my head repeatedly against a building.

"Mom! We've been looking for three weeks! We don't have any idea where she is, I miss Katy..." The though of Katy made ideas blossom in my head. Katy wouldn't give up.

In fact Katy would look everywhere, even out of New York.

"Okay we'll continue looking." I hang up quickly so she can't cut me off.

"Are you serious, we've been looking for like all my life." Christian whines. I shrug.

"Suck it up buttercup, she might be in trouble." He looks at me raising an eyebrow.

"What makes you say that?" He asks.

"I don't know, it's New York man...shit goes down in New York."

*•*•*Cameron's POV*•*•*

Blood ran down my body, from too many places to name. I was hanging against the wall, like a coat on a coat rack, only being held by a rope that was biting into my skin.

I leaned my head back up against the wall, my body about to give out any second.

You see the way they have this setup is they have just the tip of my toes touching the ground. Everyday they raise it up an inch.

I've been in here for seven days.

Little do they know, the more they raise it, the more the rope slowly comes down. It hardly comes down at all though.

I grind my teeth together and inhale and exhale slowly, not wanting to make sudden movement. The more I move the more the rope tears  my skin apart.

They killed Cody. Three days after being down here they brought him down here and set his mate In front of him and me. There she was tied down and shot. I've never seen someone cry so much.

It was a repetitive constant sob. It shook his body, his voice broke and cracked with every word he said. He begged them not to do it, but they didn't care. They had no remorse.

They were monsters.

He cried until he couldn't. He couldn't breathe, and he could hardly tell them to pull the trigger when they raised the gun to his head.

"How horrible it is to kill someone who wants to die." Blake sneered at his brothers dead body.

"How boring it is to kill someone who's already dead."

When they killed him they looked him in his heartbroken eyes. And even if he could hardly talk his eyes spoke all the words that needed to be said.

They dragged his body out of here after that, saying they didn't want it to rot, they didn't want to deal with the smell.

They can kill someone who begs not to die but they can't handle the smell.

I want them to bathe in a swamp of dead people. I want them to drown in their own blood.

They haven't been down here since they killed Cody, besides for making the rope go higher. And I haven't had the patients to use my powers and see if they are here or around.

Honestly I don't care anymore. I'm just counting down the days until I die, that is if they have the guts to kill me.

"You know who was a good singer?" I snap up my head to see Blake standing there running circles on a beer can that happened to be in his hands. I keep quiet.