Solitude

Chapter Eight- Defilement

My face paled, there were more of these things? Just how many supernatural compounds were there out there? Oh my goodness, there must be millions of us, just sitting here underground. There were five more SCAR facilities out there and possibly even more after this one.

"No, that's impossible. How would you even know that?" He snarled and dashed down the stairs to the elevator. I ran after him, "There can't be more of these! This has to be the only one!"

"My friend was scoping these places out while I was in a sort of hibernation. He said there were six of them in total, each having a powerful supernatural as their "trophy". What he didn't know was that they were underground. The first one has the Minotaur, the second one has the first Skinwalker, the third has the siblings Cu Sith and Cat Sith, the fourth has three Gargoyle, the fifth has the Griffin, and the sixth it has you, the last Hamadryad.

"Just like the Levels in these places, the bigger the number, the higher security it has and the more staff." He clawed at the elevator, barely making small scratches. "And now they have me, and this shit is made of fucking titanium! Damnit!"

A beeping went off before the woman spoke. "Carver, this is your last warning. Do not push us or we will push you back. Stop this right now and just calm down. There is no need to panic and no need to get angry at us, this is not only for your protection but the human's protection as well." Carver slashed at the elevator once again. "You've left us no choice this time. Guards will be sent down with dart guns containing a sedative that will not kill you, but will make it feel like you're dying. If you don't want this, step down now." Her threat echoed in my head as I watched Carver continue to hit the elevator doors.

"Carver! Stop it, just for now!" I tugged in his shirt, trying to pull him away from the doors. "Didn't you hear what she said Carver? Stop it!" The doors made a clicking noise before they opened completely, revealing only two guards with very large guns. "Carver! Hurry come on!" I looked at the guards. "Please I'll make him stop, just don't shoot him please."

"You've got three minutes." They lifted their guns and aimed with laser pointers, straight at Carver's chest.

"Carver, come on! Let's go up to the loft and calm you down." Yanking on his shirt wasn't helping so I pulled on his thick arm instead, turning him to face me. Remembering what he said to calm me down I repeated it. "Take deep breaths, and think of something that makes you calm." He shook his head and turned to face the guards again. "Please Carver."

"What would make me happy, is killing these fucking insects." The guards shifted their footing and walked to the edge of the elevator.

"Times up girl. Step back if you don't want to get shot." My blue eyes widened and I tried to pull Carver back with me.

"Wait, please! I can get him to stop, just give me five minutes." They both shook their heads and stepped out of the elevator, with only a foot out Carver went after them, slipping out of my grasp. Almost in slow motion, I watched black darts shoot out of their guns and hit Carver straight in the chest and stomach area. He hit the ground immediately. They pointed their guns at me but I held my hands up and backed away into the kitchen, drawing their gazes back to Carver. Once they determined I wasn't a threat, they proceeded to do their job and pulled a writhing, screaming, Carver into the elevator.

"We appreciate your efforts to stop him Winifred, here is a gift of appreciation although you did not succeed." The pantry door opened and a shelf came sliding out offering me new herbs and brand new charcoal pencils. I felt like I would be betraying Carver if I took these so I declined them and went back up to my room, sulking that he was gone again for who knows how long this time.