Heart of Fire ~On Hold~

kidnapped

Kso, this is the second chapter, and poor poor Aden. Kidnapped. Ha, I’m terrible :b Ah well, it’s going to get worse before it gets better… And It will get better, I promise  So, I have reworked this whole chapter, so I want you to tell me how it is ! Anywhooooo, Read on my little Jedi’s of the written word ! BTW. INCASE YOU MISSED IT, I AM NOT COPYING BROOKENSAGE’S STORY FIRE AND ICE, THAT IS MY OTHER ACCOUNT. I’M JUST RE WORKING IT AND PUTTING IT ON THIS ONE. OK? CAPICHE ? Ok ;) Hope you like the chapter 1

================> Jordan tooo the side :)

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Aden’s POV:

I woke up strapped to a table in a hospital gown with a huge headache. 

What the hell? Where am I? I asked myself. All right, what do I know? I know my name is Aden Madeleine Cypher. I know that I have brown hair that reaches just past my shoulders, and I have blue eyes. I know that for a 16-year-old I’m tiny; 5’1”. I know that I’m not especially pretty, in fact, I’m ugly. I also know that nobody loves me. I know that I’ve been captured for an experiment. An extremely painful experiment. By my teacher…

It all came to me with awful clarity. I remember his explanation… His ‘guests’… How completely and utterly insane Mr. C. is. 

Oh god… I’ve been captured by a criminally insane scientist with no one who cares enough to save me. I’m completely screwed. And I really was. 

I’m strapped to a table, with no way to get out. No way of escaping. No one’s coming for me, and I don’t even know what this ‘experiment’ is about. I have no way of knowing what he’ll do to me. All I know is that it will be painful. I start breathing short and panicked breaths. 

“Aden! It’s so nice now that you’ve woken up. Welcome to my lab” He said, smiling. Smiling, I tell you! “ Look around, my dear, and see how amazing it is!”

I didn’t look. I wouldn’t listen to this man.

“I see you’ve decided to do this the hard way. Well that is up to you, but it will just make this all harder on you. It will be much, much more painful.”

I still didn’t look. I can handle pain. I’ve had to deal with pain my whole life, everyday at least once. I’ve had broken ribs, arms, fingers and toes. I’ve had popped out limbs that I’ve had to put back myself. My skin has been so raw that I couldn’t touch it without agony searing through the area. I’ve had bruises so bad that they don’t go away for over 3 months. I’ve been kicked in the stomach so hard that I cough up blood. I can take pain.

“All right then. Let us begin.” He said grinning like a maniac. But that makes sense, doesn’t it. Only then did I notice that Mr. Bradley, Mr. Mathers, and Jordan weren’t here. Not that it mattered, but it might give me something to stall with.

“Where are your boy toys? Aren’t they going to be here to watch you experiment on a defenseless, unwilling girl subject?” I asked him with vehemence and a glare

“No, no not yet. I don’t think that their stomachs are strong enough for this.” He said, almost non-chalantly.

“Well what if I want them here? You ever thought of that?” I actually didn’t want them to watch him hurt me, but if I could get him to leave I could work on my bindings and try to get out of here.

“Oh I don’t care what you want.” I could almost hear him debating with himself

“I don’t care that you don’t care. But you better listen to me. You kidnapped me from my home. You’re going to experiment on me. You can do this one thing for me.” Bravado is a beautiful thing. I was acting like I didn’t fear whatever he was doing, when really, I was shaking like a leaf

“Very well, Ms. Smith. I see what you mean. But this is not going to be a regular occurrence. I do hope you realize this.” He said dangerously, and started to walk away.

I just stared at him as he left. As soon as he left the room I desperately tried to undo my bindings. I knew I had less than a minute to free myself and that if he caught me he would never leave me alone ever again. I pulled at my restraints with all the strength I possessed, and just when they started to loosen, he walked in with the walking tuxedos and Jordan. I was once again stunned by his beauty. His strong jaw, beautiful eyes, perfect cupids bow lips, and his huge… Stop it Aden!! He’s the enemy! It doesn’t matter how hot he is! He’s going to hurt you!! Or, at least help Mr. C do so. Regardless, he is a bad person! I mentally scolded myself.

 After I was finished unwillingly ogling the enemy, the fear of not knowing what exactly was going to happen to me set in. What is he going to do?! 

“You see Aden, we are trying to create a super soldier of sorts, I suppose. We are going to try and give you immunity to an elemental power. The most powerful of all. We are going to give you the power to withstand fire. As you can imagine, this means we are going to need to expose you to a lot of heat and open flame. We are also going to inject you with immunizations and bugs and such, to see how they affect you. I don’t know if you’ve ever been burned before but let me assure you, it is extremely painful. We have no way to…” 

He went on talking about what he would do to me, but I no longer heard him. I saw his lips moving, but heard no sound. ‘… Expose you to heat and open flame’ is what he said.

I was walking out of my bedroom to the living room, looking for something to eat. For a 7-year-old, I was quite resourceful. When I walked in I saw Daddy sitting in his chair, passed out drunk with a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. I went to take the can from his hand so that it doesn’t fall and spill everywhere; he’ll be really angry if I don’t for not taking care of him. As I took it out of his hand he woke up and looked at me with black fury in his eyes.

“What the hell are you doing with my beer?” He asked slowly, dangerously.

“I just was going to put it on the table so you didn’t spill it, Daddy.” I told him nervously; one wrong word and I’m toast.

“How many times have I told you, Aden? Never touch my beer!” He yelled

I knew that it was no use to tell him he told to if he was asleep. So I ran. I realize now that that was about the worst thing I could have done; it just made him angrier. I had forgotten about his cigarette… and so had he. He let it drop onto newspaper, and our house lit up in flame. I stopped; stunned at the turn of events. This, however, only made my father even more blind in his rage. Seething, he picked me up and threw me into the flaming house. Something – maybe a roof panel? - had fallen and pinned me down. I thrashed and wriggled with all my strength, but couldn’t seem to get free. I was held in place while I was burned alive. I had blacked out.

Next thing I knew I was lying on the ground in a pile of ash. I was scared and had a few burns, but nothing too serious. I had always wondered how I hadn’t been killed in the fire.

Yes. I know all about burns, and how they feel.  I can take pain. I can take broken bones and pulled hair, and bruises. But I can’t take fire. It terrifies me. All I want to do is break down, cry, and beg Mr. C not to do this. But I can’t. I can’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me begging him for anything. So rather than cry, I put on a brave face and a glare, and brilliantly said

“Whatever”

I heard someone chuckle quietly. I looked over too see Jordan laughing at my response to Mr. C’s huge speech on pain. Taking this as encouragement I looked over and smirked at Mr. C, earning me a glare.

“Why don’t we get started then?” he said in a menacing voice. 

I looked at him, daring him to do otherwise. He smiled like a lunatic and picked up a scalpel from a little medical table that I hadn’t noticed before. 

“All right, first I need to make a small incision in your neck, like so.” He said. I felt a sharp slice on the hollow of my neck.” Then, we take this red hot rod, and insert it into your neck” he did so, and I screamed in pain. “Welcome home, Aden” he said in a nasty voice, and I fell into blackness, yet again seeing Jordan’s face, this time etched with concern.