Imaginary friends

17. Blake

I could feel my heart pumping through my temples. I headach has formed and my back is pulsing with pain. I couldn't move the only thing that had the strength to move was my eyes, but it was no use I couldn't see a thing. I was surrounded by darkness. Coldness hugged my numb body as my strength gave in and my mind falls into a deep darkness and i'm slowly falling with it. 

A shriek of metal against metal woke me up, Light filled the room as a form entered.

Warm hands gently hold my shoulder and I can faintly hear someone shouting over the bells ringing in my head. I slowly come back to consciousness. 

"I told you not to hurt her." An angry voice bellowed.

My eyes strain to see the person holding me. 

"kilorn?" I mumble lightly. The person looks down at me with confusion. His features slowly coming back into place.

black hair, grey eyes and a cold face. The one thing that I recognised the most was the little spark in his eye.

The woman with icie eyes walks in wearing a skin tight dress. She rolls her eyes as soon as they land on me. She struts towards me with pure disgust. Her hands are hot, too hot. she gripped my back and dug her nails into my skin as familiar warm tingles work there way through my back. 

She was a guardian. It explains everything, from the teleportation to the gush of wind. She is just like Kilorn. 

"Cynthia. I told you not to hurt her." The man snapped.

"It's, not my fault she was trying to escape. She was asking for it." Cynthia replied, boredom coating her words. 

"We need her alive." 

"Trust me Blake. I know." The woman snapped at the man holding me.

The tension and pain that was once in my back disappeared and I sigh in relief as I can feel my legs again. Gradually I can move my feet and toes again. Although the bite mark on my shoulder seemed to throb the pain in my body fell away. 

My happy moment of relief is taken away as the Cynthia hauls me up and drags me out of the dark room. Away from the man's warm arms. She sits me on a soft couch and walks away. The Blake follows Cynthia to the door, then shuts it. I'm left alone in the large room with this strange man.

After a while of hesitation Blake walks over and sits down on the couch opposite to me. I don't feel scared around him. He seems calm, safe.

"What's your name?" He said. His voice was stern and cold. it was unlike his eyes which once again have betrayed him. His eyes have that same flicker this time with gentleness and curiosity. 

I think of anything to say.

"It depends who's asking." I smile internally at the smart comeback.

The comforting flicker in his eye drops as does his grin. It's replaced with the cold, hard expression he held so dear. He leaned back and examined me as if I were insane.

"What is your name." he repeated with a little more authority. 

I don't trust these people and I don't think I should. First of all his guardian most likely broke my back without any remorse and now he thinks he has authority over me. These people don't deserve anything from me.

"Look. It's either you cooperate with me or I will get Cynthia to get you to talk." He said after a long moment of staring me down

The thought of what Cynthia could do to me sent shiver down my spine. I thought Guardians are supposed to be good. I guess I was wrong.