Story Starters

I Trusted You

Just a heads up, this is later on in a story. :D

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I was awoken by a blast of icy water in my face. I quickly bolted upright, my hands pulling on the chains that bound them to the wet floor. I shook the last traces of sleep out of my head and focused on my surroundings.

I was in a small square room, furnished with a chair that sat across from me. A pair of chains, identical to mine, hung on the opposite wall, and there was a black screen to my left that I assumed was one way glass. Not to mention the medieval iron door that loomed in the far right corner, and it's guard, a tall muscular man. He was outfitted in military gear, including the hand gun strapped to his hip. Judging by the satisfied smirk on his face, and the bucket by his feet, I was pretty sure he was the reason that I was now soaked from head to toe.

The room reeked of disinfectant, like they had just recently bleached it. For what reason, I had no clue. Maybe these people just liked to bleach things for fun, who knows.

I looked up as the door screeched open, and let in none other than the traitor himself. I lurched forward, only to be pulled back by the chains. He just smirked. If looks could kill, my glare would have left him as a pile of dust on the floor. 

He looked so out of place in the room. He had exchanged his grimy t-shirt and worn out jeans, for gray slacks and blood red dress shirt.

"Do you like your room?" He gestured around the small chamber, as he sat down in the chair across from me.

I just kept glaring at him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting a rouse from me.

"Not in a talking mood? That's alright, I'll go first. How's the gang? Sophia still rambling on about all her new findings?"

"Don't talk about them as if you're still friends," I growled, "you lost that right when you betrayed us and left them to die."

"Ah, she speaks!" he said, disregarding my insult as he gave me that half smile that used to make my heart do a backflip. Now it made me want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He stood up and began circling me. Studying me as if I was some prize possession that he had acquired.

"I'll just get to the point. I need you to tell me what Theo had planned."

"I don't know," I replied looking up into his eyes, "why don't you just ask him yourself?"

He hit me straight across the jaw, his face still an unmoving wall. As I recoiled he crouched down and watched as I slowly got back up.

"Just tell me Elly, and I'll let you go"

I raised a shackled hand to my face, nothing broken, but I could still taste blood. I worked my jaw until I had a good amount in my mouth, then I looked up into his face, and spat.

Now it was his turn to recoil. He staggered backwards, rage contorting his face.

"WHY!!!" I yelled as I lunged towards him. " I trusted you, we all trusted you," I tried to put as much loathing and betrayal in my voice as I could.

"Well you can't exactly blame me then, when it was your fault." He replied, his composure had returned, and with it, his attitude.

After wiping my blood off of his face, he turned and walked out the door, stopping only to whisper something to the guard before slamming it shut behind him.

After he was gone, I let myself sink to the floor, and wrapped my arms around my body and set my head between my knees.

How did I let it get this far.