Sorcery [p. parker] || DISCONTINUED

THREE - NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

Earlier: At the Warehouse

Eliza woke up slowly, lifting her head up in by inch and shutting her eyes tightly after opening them for a split second. Her head where she the wound was throbbing with pain, but the old teen chose to ignore it the best she could and lifted her head fully, opening her eyes and looking around. She finally noticed that her hands were tied above her to a post her back was against, and that the hood of her suit had fallen back. Her eyes traveled to her feet, seeing them free from being tied to the post; she moved them around a bit, making sure nothing was broken.

"Ah, you're awake – surprised, really. Thought you would be out longer than fifteen minutes."

The accented voice caused the vigilante to move her head up in a fast motion, eyes widening as she searched for the owner of the voice. Her eyes quickly narrowed at not finding anyone, and she was instantly pulling against the rope that held her wrists and hands against the post. All she noticed was that they were still in the warehouse, the post being a metal beam that held up part of the walkway above.

"Who the hell are you?" Eliza asked sharply, her anger swelling up inside of her, as well as fear – but she wouldn't show that to the woman who had her tied up. When she wasn't answered right away, she yanked against the ropes, teeth gritting together as she growled out, "Answer me!"

The unknown woman let out a low, wicked laugh, second by second of it getting louder. "Bossy one, aren't you?" Her voice sounded right behind Eliza.

Eliza's jaw ticked as she kept her eyes forward, chest rising up and down from nerves starting rack her body.

"You are a mere child to me, Eliza Stark – daughter of Amethyst Fagles and Tony Stark, sister of Killian Stark. The face of the vigilante called Vixen. You do not scare me. You are a million times weaker than me. I am more powerful. So, please, child – do not try and tell me what to do."

"How do you know who I am?"

A dark chuckle, one that caused chills of fear go down her spine, came from the woman, "Every ancestor you have knows who you are, darling."

The brunette shook her head. Her hands balled into fists as she tried to loosen the rope against her skin. She then spoke after a few seconds of silence, "No way in hell are you my ancestor. How could you tie me up like this yet be related to me?"

"You mean you don't know your lineage?" The question filled Eliza's ears, and she was about to answer when the woman spoke again, "Never mind that – that's not what I want to know. What I do want to know is where the Riving Crystal is."

"No one knows where it is."

"You tell me, and you will not get hurt."

"The Riving Crystal's place is not known!"