Rebel: A Monstercat Fanfic

056 - Determination

Song of the Chapter: Surface - Aero Chord (Trap) 

Here's the rough part ...

(Nitro Fun's POV)

I wake up slowly, and then something jolts and I nearly fall out of my seat. Agony suddenly rips through me and I cry out weakly. I'm in a car again, driving fast, though I'm in the back this time, held in place by a seat belt that's painfully rubbing against my neck. I can feel blood trickling down the side of my face, and my right hand - my pointer finger, to be exact - is throbbing. I shift a little to look at my still cuffed wrists and notice that my finger is purple and bent awkwardly, completely broken. Dang it. At least it's just my finger. I shift again and pain stabs through my body, above and on my ribs. Did I break some of those, too? And where am I? What happened?

The car jolts to a stop, pulled over to the curb. A man comes around the side and opens the door next to me, pulling out a thick piece of black cloth. He's wearing red and black - a uniform I know I've seen before.

"What's going on?" I croak out. "What happened? Where's Monstercat?"

"Your stolen car took a nasty tumble down the hill," the man says, grabbing my arm and painfully yanking me closer to him. "You were knocked unconscious and the MI grabbed you. Fortunately, we managed to get you before they took you away."

My heart nearly stops. "You work for Jensen."

He smiles, cold and heartless. "Very good." He takes the cloth and forces me to hold still while he harshly ties it over my eyes. I can't see anything now and it's pointless to fight him, since I can barely move.

"Where are you taking me?" I demand, trying to sound brave. Instead, my voice comes out soft and timid, very much afraid.

The man laughs, slamming the door shut and returning to the driver's seat. The car jolts forward and I bang my head back on the head rest with a yelp. I try to ask more questions, but I don't get any answers. Talking hurts, so I stop and rest. It hurts to breathe, too, but I can't just not breathe. I wonder if anything else in me is broken from the crash. Did we really roll down the hill? What happened to Monstercat? Is he okay?

The car stops suddenly and I hit the seat in front of me. "We're here," the driver says. Another man I hadn't noticed before opens the door and yanks me to my feet. I cry out in pain as I step out and hit my foot awkwardly. I must've twisted it in the crash or when they pulled me out of the wrecked car.

The two push me forward roughly, leading me somewhere. I stumble beside them, in the middle, and can hardly keep up. For some reason, it's harder to balance with my eyes covered. Each step brings a sudden stab of pain to my ribs and my ankle hurts whenever I rest my weight on it. I'm still bleeding in multiple places, various cuts on my face and arms. Even if I did break out of their grip, I wouldn't get far.

We stop and I hear a door open. I'm pushed forward, then shoved down into a cold metal chair. I yelp again, and they just chuckle.

"What's going on?" I ask again, my voice shaking. There's a lump in my throat and I know I'm close to tears. I don't want to be experimented on. I'm too young to die.

"What's going on?" another man repeats. His voice is animated, cold, and hard. "What do you mean, what's going on?"

I try to turn my body around, since I think he's behind me, but it hurts too much. "Are you Jensen?"

"Perhaps," the man says casually. His hand, coming from behind, brushes over my aching shoulder and onto the middle of my chest, above my pounding heart. I tense up and hold my breath, squeezing my eyes shut even though they're covered. I don't like this. This is what Tristam was talking about. Jensen pushes lightly and I catch my breath in pain. He holds me against the back of the chair as he leans over and whispers to me. "What's going on, you ask? Who's friends are out there, destroying my city? Who's man has killed a dozen of my best soldiers? Who is reigning chaos on my peace?"