The Owl's Kitten (VanossGaming fan fic)

Chapter Three - Emotionless

A slight hum and ringing evaded the darkness I was swallowed in. Although I heard nothing, saw only darkness, I felt eyes staring right into my soul.

The darkness disappeared as cold water hugged my body. My eyes snapped open to see the crew. I could smell blood, it was old and was not mine. My face falls blank, I was going to give no emotion to them. I will do just as my father taught me.

"From how you were the other night, I thought you would be more of a fight." The clown chuckled.

The room falls silent, besides the chuckles from the idiot. I think they thought I would lash back or say something stupid. The clown starts to get angry and stomps over to me. I would raise my eyebrow but they wouldn't see it.

"Come on say something!" He shouted.

I stare back at him, nothing was coming up for that fool.

"Fine." He growled.

The clown turns but stops. A pain erupted on my face, he slapped me. I bit my tongue and held on to any pain I was feeling.

"Enough." A deep voice rang.

I turn back towards the boys and I noticed a bunch of them. Clown boy, Paper bag boy, Owl boy, A sock boy, a guy in a tux and sunglasses even a surfer looking guy with sunglasses.My favourite from the bunch. The one with the sock.

Fingers clicked in front of my face, pulling me from the sock weirdo.

"Surprised the new guy around here can control their emotions, that they can stay silent and not make a sound." The Owl guy stated, he slapped his hands beside my head. "You must have been trained by special forces."

How I wish I wasn't in this chair and tied up so I could kick this boy where the sun does not shine. I would believe we were having a stare off but with his mask, it was hard to tell.

"Now, I have an offer for you." The guy spoke softly but harsh. "You either join us on your own choices or we broke you, and force you to join us."

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

The owl forced me to look towards him once more as he tugged my hair, basically ripping it from my scalp.

"You will look at me! You will show me respect! and finally, you will join us!" He hissed.

Finally, a chuckle broke from me and I just smirked towards him.

"I will never, and I mean never, join you," I stated.

Another blow to my face knocked my chair to the ground.

"The guys and I will be back shortly with some tools to knock you into place." The owl guy huffed.

They all shuffled outside the room and slammed the door. I messed up big time. I knew I did. I had gotten caught by these fools but I even left my wardrobe open which means Taylah now knows who I am and if I know her she would have figured where I went.

I waited silently as the cold concrete laid against my face. I knew what was coming, hours of torture. I was use to this, so they better prepare for no emotion or reaction from me.

The door slammed back open revealing the stupid clown. He had a bag that was bulky and large, probably tools to make this more 'fun'.

His footsteps stomped towards me before he pulled up my chair. The rush messed with my head making the world spin.

"Now get ready for loads of fun." He snickered at me.

After hours he finally gave up. I was covered in black and blue, dry blood stuck to me as small wounds still bleeding out. He was pissed is an understatement. He screamed and shouted for me to show something, to make some noise but nothing. I gave him, I gave them nothing.

My head hung low, making me look into my lap. How long was I going to sit in this room? How long will I waste away to them?

A loud kaboom made my head snap up. Worry filled my body. She wouldn't be that foolish, would she?

Soon heaps of footsteps rang through the place, shortly the door slammed opened and their stood Taylah and the Angels.

"How?" I cracked out.

Taylah rushed over to me, cutting me loose. I could see the pain and disbelieve in her eyes.

"I will explain at home." She grunted out.

"Everyone we got to be quick to leave, this sleeping gas won't last." She screamed.

We all began to run, well I wobbled as Taylah held onto me. Everyone jumped into cars and roared the engines to life, we all started to take out.

But from the corner of my eye, I saw them. They stood at the door. All watching me. My heart thumped against my chest, no emotion surfaced but I knew a war was beginning.

And I just dragged Taylah into this war, I pulled her into danger. I did the one thing I have always tried to avoid and here I was, doing everything I hated.

I sunk into the seat as we sped down the highways.

"Kat?" Tj whispered.

I could hear her heart breaking and her voice cracking.

"Yes, Tj." I sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me? Could you not trust me? Was I-" I cut her off.

"I love you Taylah. I didn't say because I didn't want you in danger and my father instructed me to keep quiet. And now I have failed and drugged you into this stupid mess!" I screamed.

I shouted and punched the car door in frustration.

I felt Taylah breath in deeply and out. Her grip on the wheel made her knuckles white.

"Kat I have already forgiven you but you can't protect me forever, I am not the harmless little girl you met years ago. I am not three. I have grown, learnt to hold myself and fight. I can protect you and you to me. We stand together and are honest please." Taylah pleaded.

I nodded my head. "I promise from now on Taylah."