The fire

Invasion

TW SA

Everything hurt, my fingers fumbled with my t-shirt. I ripped the thin material and wrapped it around the bloody cut in my thigh, hoping the blood would stop soon. It was the third time I had changed the make shift bandage since yesterday and not only was my material running out but so was my blood. The morning light that streamed into my room was full of tiny, dancing, silver dots. Fairies, they looked like fairies. Huh. I thought laughing to myself it seemed the blood loss was sending me insane.

I guess you have questions: everyone has questions for me.
Like what's the La Rose Bjiou? Where's La Rose Bjiou? I mean even I don't really know the answer to the first question, my fingers trailed up to my chest. Let me tell you what I know.

When I was 6 my father gave me powers. I was subject 23, that means 23 people had taken part in the trials and only I had survived. Why? What made my fathers findings and research finally work? La Rose Bijou or The pink Jewel in English, that's what the Mort called it. Because of the beautiful crystal's soft pink glow it emits. They stole it from HYDRA. Now not long ago we (the avengers) raided a base in Germany and in the base found a map of this exact, new and improved Mort HQ. I had asked myself a question at the time why were HYDRA, who often worked along side Mort, trying to steal from them? Well now I know they think The Mort have the La Rose Bijou, who know I have the Jewel. Complicated right?

I'm being tortured into telling them where I hid it. I mean nobody would be stupid enough to carry such a precious item when a possibility of being captured by the people who are after it would take place. Well let me tell you something, people often say there is a fine line between brave and stupid. One of which I am frequently told I cross.

Click click.

My heart rate increased. Demain, vous attendez. My hands began to shake as Louis entered.

Louis Dormi was a tall man, he had dark menacing eyes which were made to look darker by his tanned skin and brown hair. It was obvious the assassin worked out, although he wasn't massive, there was a definite shape to him. He quietly shut the door. I looked up hoping to catch the attention of the guard. Nobody was there, I cursed, of course he had bribed him.

I shuffled against the wall, chains clattering. We knew each other well, too well. He was one of the younger members, joined at seventeen. Always had a weird obsession with me. It was creepy really I was only 9.

"You touch me and I scream." I said speaking quickly in French.

He snorted and laughed "They'll just think someone's trying to get information off you. Did you notice the guards gone?" I inwardly grimaced at his tone.

He stepped forwards towards me.
I pressed myself harder against the wall. This seemed to please the twat and he placed one of his grimy fingers on my waist, gripping tightly. His other moved up my ripped top, my bra undid. He gently stroked down the straps letting it drop on my feet. I bit my lip wincing, my nails dug into his arm. It didn't affect him.

"Maria scratched as well and look where that got her." He whispered.

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I hadn't moved since Louis had left, I just lay there on my front staring at the white crack in the wall. I was alone.

Bang-Crash-Crash

All I could do was hope that it would be Cally visiting me tomorrow.

Bang, Bang, Bang

A metallic taste filled my mouth. I lifted a shaking finger to wipe the blood off my lip.