Girl of Steel and Stone

Chapter 11 - Roan Thorn

Shit is going to get real!  And I/Cali (he didn't really do anything to me, but still) finally get revenge for him being an *sshole. Anyways, that doesn't matter. Enjoy, vote and comment!

Chapter eleven – Roan Thorn

The irritating noise of my alarm clock broke through my blissful sleep. Groaning, I buried my face into my pillow. Only to find a hard mattress. Huh? Another annoying bleep. I reached for the damn thing with a tentative arm. The air in my room should be warm, but it wasn't anywhere near warm now.

It felt like my arm froze right off my shoulder.

And I didn't feel the nightstand where it should be.

Frowning into the hard mattress that was way too hard I recounted all the facts.

- No pillow

- Cold room

- No nightstand

- Too hard mattress

So, I wasn't in my room. This didn't bode well for me and for whoever was playing a prank on me. It had to be a prank. I didn't want to think about what else it could be.

I flopped onto my back and felt a lot of things prick my flesh.

There was definitely something wrong here.

I opened my eyes and watched the cracked, yellowish and dark ceiling above me. So not my room.

Groaning I sat up, using my arms. My muscles hadn't woken up completely yet. Mr. Bowie would do that for me.

I stilled.

Silently, I took in the room.

First, it was small. As in, as small as my closet back home. The walls weren't painted. They were rough and a yellowish white with cracks everywhere. The floor was some kind of old shitbrown wood. Creaking wood.

The bed was a twin bed with a mattress that was as hard as a motherfucking rock in a rusted metal frame that creaked with every move.

A window without any curtains gave me an ugly view of some kind of decrepit building that looked like it would fall apart with one strong breeze. And cold wind was seeping into the room. I could see that the frame around the glass didn't really fit into the wall.

What the fucking hell was I doing here?

I tried to remember what had happened the evening before.

Ah, the ball. Boring as every other ball I had been to. And with Ella for that. Ugh. Why did I go with her again? Oh yeah, she scared away every other girl I had asked.

Bitch.

And then.... I remembered feeling a cold sting in my neck and then... nothing. Blackness.

Fuck! Had they sedated me? Why had they brought me here? Where the fuck was here? Was this the Passing?

I leapt to my feet and almost let out a strangled cry. The floor was so. Damn. Cold. My toes froze right off.

I looked down to my feet, only to frown again. I was wearing military pants, completely with a knife strapped to my thigh – not that I would ever use one of those damned things – and a belt with two guns and more knives and even one grenade. I was wearing a dark green shirt and could feel the straps under it with at least three more knives.

Rayan will be happy with those, I thought while rolling my eyes.

But me.... I hated knives. You had to get far too close to fight with them. And okay, I really sucked at it. But that didn't matter. They just sucked, not me.