Allyson woke up chained to a steel chair with a terrible headache. A worse headache than she had before, there was someone on the other side of the chair, the soul was human, but it had a high dose of magic.
"Nicholas, what did you do?" Allyson practically growled.
"Why so quick to blame?" He countered sheepishly.
"I know your type," Allyson explained, "Why am I here, what are we chasing, and oh, where is my knife?"
"No need to shout..." Nicholas murmured.
Allyson hadn't thought she was shouting, but she thought it suited the situation, "Answer, now," She demanded.
She could hear him sigh, "I was assigned by the Huntresses to find you, and in exchange they would keep he cats off of me."
"Why? And why'd you lie to me?" Allyson was tired of his charade.
"I didn't lie, I implied. We still need to find the witches, who possess an unusually high amount of soul magic at the moment."
Something in Allyson's gut felt off. There was something wrong, "Why do I feel that I'm missing something?"
"Oh, yes. The rage, long story really..." His voice trailed off.
"Tell it then," Allyson really wasn't in a playful mood.
"There is a certain magic. It's soul magic. It makes you angry, a rage you can neither control nor remember and-" He was telling this story in a long and obnoxious way, dragging his words out and Allyson ground her teeth together.
"This is relative how?" Allyson interrupted.
"It's contagious, infecting its next victim. We think you have it," He murmured, and she wished she could see his face.
Allyson, once again, transitioned into business mode, "We?"
"Me and the Alpha that is," There was an obvious grimace in his voice.
"You two have a history?" Allyson wondered.
"I have a history with everyone, chérie, it's one of my finer qualities," He said in with a hint of oldness, one that she'd never heard him. Of course she hadn't known him very long.
It was time for the most important question, "Where is my knife?" Her knife was her child, she didn't like being without it. It was made out of her own soul.
"While you were out cold from your crazy fight, which was awesome, by the way..." Allyson could tell she had to urge him to continue.
"And what happened?" Allyson asked, motioning her head, which he didn't see.
"The pack leader, you were fighting him and you tore out his soul. He went crazy and tried to kill you and ...stepped in."
"You risked your life to save me?" Allyson was touched. The only being that had ever done that was her father, and he owed her. Given, it was usually her, killing and saving lives, but he didn't even know her.
"I tell you this, he is a good fighter. I was totally wiped when we finished, but then again, I didn't have to privilege of destroying his soul-" He said grumpily.
"You beat Jonathan in a fight?" Allyson was shocked; he didn't even have soul magic.
"I didn't kill him. He ran off, but back to the story-" He started again.
Allyson, who loved her knife, couldn't help herself from interrupting, "What kind of magic do you even have? I never thought you-"
He interrupted her right back, "I don't know whether to be offended or flattered by that. But, that's beside the point; don't you want to know where your knife is?"
That brought Allyson back to reality, "Very much so."
"Something took it. It's suspected to be the witches because they are collecting soul magic," His voice was like a machine.
"So you did lose it?" Allyson summed it up.
"Come on, it was the knife or your life," He sounded offended that Allyson didn't understand.
Allyson pretended to think, but admitted to herself that he was right, "Fine. What now?"
"Now we escape," He said, making his voice dramatic.
Allyson merely waited for him to continue, he didn't. The room was concrete and Allyson didn't see the door open until it did. It came the biggest person Allyson had seen, he looked like he was a navy SEAL and he had a pissed off expression. Allyson knew what was going to happen; they were going to get interrogated, painfully.
"We'll start with you Mr. Johnson," He told them, "If that is your real name."
Allyson heard the man punch Nicholas and it tugged at her heart, because she knew she should be able to help him, like he helped her. And she was pretty sure he punched hard.
"Who can cure my Pride?" He asked Nicholas, and then amended his statement, "No! Don't answer that. I just wanted to punch you for so long. I want you to feel what a real interrogation feels like. Dorothy!"
The door opened again and a petite woman came in, her soul was filled with magic, so much that she was a different species. Which she was Allyson
realized; she was a witch.
"Dorothy?" Nicholas asked, and from the corner of her peripheral vision, Allyson saw Nicholas spit out blood.
"Do not speak to me!" The woman screeched and Nicholas cried out in pain, "You lying thief!"
Yep, it's so great to have a history with everyone.
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Again with the super short partial chapter. But you know, only one person commented...and it was discouraging. So thank you Shayshay9797, my shout out to you. <3
BTW I still love you all! <3
