The Fire Burns Bright

Starting The Process

Emma's P.O.V

I awake to the sound of conversation. When I open my eyes I see Jacob and Marcus standing five feet away.

"We should do it while she's sleeping. She won't be able to fight," Marcus is holding a huge shot and some kind of scary medical machine. I shiver, jumping to my feet. Then, seizing my opportunity, I run.

       Before I get far Jacob grabs the back of my shirt. " Where do you think you're going, little one? We where just about to get started."

      Jacob grabs me and his hand crushes against my wounded arm. I cry out but he doesn't seem to care. He carries me toward Marcus; toward the huge shot and the unknown machine.

      "How could you tell me not to worry, last night, when you knew-" I cry, my eyes filling with tears. "When you knew-"

I sob, unable to finish my sentence. 

"Shhhh, calm down, little one," Jacob laughs,  holding me close to him. 

"No! I can't!" I sob, squirming against his grasp as we get closer to Marcus. 

"Shut up, girl," Marcus grunts. "Come on, Jacob, bring her over here faster."

   I shiver, clawing at Jacobs shirt. Then, once we're close to Marcus, Jacob sets me down on an iron table. My back presses against the cold metal. I struggle but Jacob forces my hands down and iron bands bind them. He does the same with my feet. I cry and squirm but it's pointless.

"Calm her, Jacob, "Marcus demands. "It won't work if she's not calm enough."

      Jacob kneels beside me and reaches for my hand. I try to jerk it away but my hands are held down by the bands. Jacob's cold fingers touch my hand and more sobs erupt in my chest.

"It'll hurt more if you aren't calm," he whispers. I nod. My eyes fill with more tears. Jacob squeezes my hand gently and again I'm struck by how nice he is. Then he takes the machine and shot from Marcus. I notice with fear that the machine has so many needles and strings coming from it that I can't count all of them. My eyes widen and I stare at it. Jacob hesitates a moment before he begins poking needles into me. I cry softly. Helplessly as a baby. 

     Then Marcus picks up the huge shot and instead of bringing it toward my arm he directs it at my neck. "No. No! NO!" My mind screams. I jolt my neck away. Jacob holds my head still. 

"Stay calm. Just hold on," Jacob whispers. "This will all make sense when it's over. I promise." 

I whimper. I can hardly see his face through the tears that stream down my cheeks. I shake my head. Pleading him not to do it but he does. Marcus inserts the shot in my neck and agonizing pain shoots through my whole body.