Silver

Chapter Two: Lucius

Where am I?

That question was repeating over and over again in my head as I let out a silent plea of help. The whole place was quiet, not a sound made other than the harsh breaths I was releasing in panic. My wolf's presence in my mind was awfully quiet and that terrified me the most... knowing I was truly alone.

I felt weak; physically and emotionally weak without any strength to conjure up any of my elements of nature. I felt useless in my current position, desperately wanting someone to save me.

"Jason," I tried to scream, but it only came as a soft whisper. I was truly terrified, not knowing what was happening around me.

"Is Jason your boyfriend, little girl?" a voice behind me said casually. I jumped in fright when I recognized that the cruel voice belonged to the man with the scar. Like a light switch, memories started making its way into my mind. With each thought, I became more and more afraid and I tried to scramble away from the voice. 

Scar-man. The needle. My brothers. Jason. Kidnapped.

"No, no, no!" I cried hysterically, as tears were pouring down my face. I can't be kidnapped. Oh Goddess, please let it be a dream!

"Shut up," the voice ordered, but I was barely paying attention to him.

"Did you kill my brothers?!" I screamed in rage, remembering how my brothers were left wounded on the ground, barely able to move.

I felt footsteps getting near me and before I felt what was happening, a soft swish was heard, before a loud crack echoed through the room. 

I let out a strangled cry, not only out of pain, but shock as well. I was never slapped before in my life.

"Manners, little girl. No reason to shout," he said calmly, with mild amusement . The way he ignored my questions enraged me but I couldn't find myself to say anything rude to him. I was an emotional mess.

"Did you kill my brothers? Are they dead?" I cried weakly, with tears staining my blindfold and cheeks. My voice was scratchy and strained, but I knew he heard me perfectly.

The room went quiet after; the only sounds were the dry sobs that were wrecking through my body. When he still didn't respond to my question, I became more desperate.

"Please. Answer me!" I screamed out, my tone angry and pleading at the same time. I sounded pathetic, even to my own ears.

Again I heard movement, and like before, the crack of skin contacting skin, echoed throughout the walls. I wailed out in pain, as he had now struck my same cheek twice.

The room became painfully silent after that, and each breath he let out, made me want to jump in fear. I knew he was watching me, probably smirking at the fear that was rolling off of me in waves. After what seemed like hours, but most likely only minutes, he broke the unbearable silence.

"Your brothers are alive," he started to say, which I let out of a breath of relief. He laughed at that and continued, "For now, anyways."

"What do you mean by that?" I probed him again, feeling angry by the thought of my brothers getting hurt. I knew he wouldn't answer me, so I asked another question that I was dying to know.

"Who are you?" I begged. "Why did you hurt my family? What do you want from me?" Each word came out faster than the next, before I was a blubbering mess again.

I wasn't expecting to get anything away from him, so I was shocked to say the least, when he ripped off the blindfold that was covering my eyes. Dull light shone in the room, and I tried to adjust my eyes to it. It looked like I was in a basement of some sorts. Everything in the room looked so dark and unwelcoming and there were no windows in sight.