Nowhere Boys (5sos Fanfic)

Chapter 16

(Michaels P.O.V)

Harper. That was what was consuming my mind every hour of every day. Where was Harper, and was she okay? I have never felt lose before in my life, that was until we were taken from our pack, away from Harper. I really hope she was alright. Id hate to think that Henderson has caught her and the girls as well. He has sent out so many of his henchmen out to catch them, to track them down, that Im starting to lose hope of them not getting caught.

Being stuck in this cave like prison for well over a year has certainly had its down falls. We only leave when they do some Check-Ups on us. But really, they are just figuring out ways to take them. To take Harper. Any weaknesses, any strengths. Anything that will have them walking straight into Hendersons greedy hands. Hes a sick thing. I cant even call him human. He isnt human. Hes a blood sucking vampire, greedy for more power, more strength to overcome the werewolves and become the superior race.

I glance around the dark room while deep in thought. All the scratch marks on the walls, all the torn-up sheets of the beds. This place was driving us insane. Only yesterday, Luke lost it and started attacking the concrete walls. We cant take it anymore. The guards had to come in and inject him with sleeping drugs to make him calm down and finally, fall asleep.

I feel so weak, so vulnerable. None of us have even turned yet in this joint. We cant because we didnt change in the flood of the moonlight. We cant change without the moon. Its like a second mother to us werewolves, without it were nothing. Empty wolves without powers, without purpose. I didnt even get to find out what my power was. I am still stuck in my wolf form, same with the boys, not knowing what we looked like as a human being.

I constantly find myself wondering what I look like as a grown wolf, with wings, or a human. What colour would my wolf be? Right now, I'm orange, light brown with a tinge of red. What would my wings look like? And my human form. Would I be tall or short, fair or tan? What colour would my eyes be? What colour would my hair be?

All these questions were swimming around my head, begging for an answer. Unfortunately, I would never know the answers until I get out of here. However, that task proves harder than I first thought. We have tried several escape plans, all of which failed and resulted in a beating or torture.

I can't take it anymore, the constant beatings and torture. Hearing the howls of the boys when we get tortured one by one. It was always the same. Torture was to be put through a dream like state, but it was real. The worst one I had was a dream that the boys were trying to kill me, and I had to kill them to survive. Every time they struck me, I felt it. I would then wake up covered in bruises and cuts.

There was only one other dream I couldn't stand. The one where I had to watch Henderson kill the boys and the girls, one by one. Seeing Harper being killed right in front of me, powerless to do anything to save her or them, was pure torture. I would rather take the pain of being beat then the pain of watching them die.

I guess this is how it will be for the rest of our lives,

Forever.