Derrick

Nine.

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Roy gripped my hand tightly as he led me down a long, dimly lit corridor full of interrogation rooms and holding cells. It was eerily silent, and Roy explained that it was because of the soundproof rooms. You couldn't hear anything on the inside from the outside.

We took a sharp turn, and suddenly, a wrought-iron door was all that stood between me and Sebastian. Roy waited until I met his gaze.

"If I see anything even slightly dangerous, I'm getting you out. Okay?"

"Okay," I agreed. I was determined to be brave, and I squeezed Roy's hand reassuringly. He punched in a code on a pad beside the door, and the lock clicked. Roy placed his hand on the thick column that served as a doorknob and slowly pulled it open. The sound of metal against metal was shrill and unpleasant.

He entered first, with an arm braced to push me back if he needed to. I stood on my toes to see past his shoulder.

Sebastian, weak and ill-looking, sat chained to a chair in the middle of the room. His ink-black hair fell over his eyes, and his clothes were tattered. There were several cuts that were working to heal themselves along his arms, and his neck was recovering from a long, deep gash. I bit back a gasp as I saw several holes up and down his arms, his neck, and even holes through his clothes. I knew this was where the tubes that were pumping the drugs into him were positioned.

He didn't look up as we approached. After taking a few steps forward, Roy nudged me back a little.

"Sebastian, I brought Elizabeth," He said. He spoke in that gentle voice you used when confronting a feral stray cat or dog.

Sebastian's headed lifted feebly, and my heart broke watching it. After a couple of tries, Sebastian was able to meet my eyes. A scary-looking cut ran along his cheekbone, and there was a slice across his eyebrow, but his eyes were the bright silver orbs I didn't realize I missed until I saw them again.

We stared at each other for one immeasurable moment. Suddenly, he roared and jerked against his chains, re-opening the cuts along his wrists that Derrick had inflicted him with. It was an animalistic, terrifying sound, and Roy shoved me out of the room with a shout. The door slammed shut with just him and Sebastian in the room, and I could only barely hear Sebastian's outraged snarls.

I stood there, dumbfounded.

It was worse than when he'd had the drugs being pumped into him. Why was it worse? Shouldn't you get better after getting away from the thing that made you bad in the first place?

I stood in the empty corridor until Sebastian's growls became too quiet to hear. When I couldn't hear them anymore, I sat down and leaned against the wall. I didn't know the way back, and frankly, the dim lighting and holding cells with actual people in them scared me beyond belief.

When my back ached from sitting against the ragged stone, the door opened again. I rushed to stand up.

Roy stepped out and brushed his suit off. He spotted me and jumped a little.

"What are you still doing here?" He asked. I shrugged, trying to not look as nervous as I was.

"Couldn't remember the way back," I said. He looked like he wanted to smack himself in the face.

"I'm sorry I left you out here." He grabbed my hand.

"Why is he like that?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. Roy hesitated before answering, more than likely trying to find a way to sugarcoat what he was going to say.