What Lurks in His Eyes

Chapter 3: Captive

Song: Tell Me Why by Three Days Grace

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My head pounds as I slowly open my eyes. Darkness consumes me, and the only source of light comes from the moon shining through the barred open window, wrapping me in its shadows caused by the bars. I lift my head slowly off the cold, dusty ground, and sit Indian style as I let my eyes adjust to the surroundings. I shiver as I clutch the old, long ragged T-shirt I am now wearing.

I'm sitting in a small, dirty cell. The walls are made of stone, and the ground is concrete. The high, barred window sits in the back of the cell, and a curtain of bars cages me in in the front. Outside of my cell, lurks darkness, so I can't exactly see what may hide in the shadows.

The room smells strongly of blood and mold, and I resist the urge to cough.

I then notice something I hadn't noticed before.

In the dark back corner of my cell, there looks as if there is another being in here with me. I creep towards the person, trying to figure out who my cell mate is.

"H-hello?" My quiet voice questions.

No answer.

I reach the corner, and what I see shocks me.

A skeleton, with nothing more than dry, shriveled skin hanging off its face, is chained to the wall. Its jaw hinged open, and its empty eye sockets wide in horror. It smells faintly of rotting corpse, and I gasp loudly as I quickly back into the wall of the other side of the cell.

I breathe loudly as I slide down the wall, pulling my knees to my chest. It's then that I realize.

I am completely and utterly alone.

My pack is gone, my family and friends are dead.

Everything has been taken from me.

I'm a lone survivor.

And by the looks of that skeleton, I might not be a lone survivor for much longer.

I know I should be sobbing for the family I lost. I know I should cry for the horrible death of my mom I witnessed. But I can't.

I feel so cold. So numb.....

I feel so shocked.

I don't think everything has quite sunken in yet. And I know it will eventually, and when it does....I don't know what will happen then.

The bitter cold nips at my exposed skin, and I wish they would provide me with other clothing besides an over-sized, ripped T-shirt that hangs past my knees. The silver in my bloodstream should be wearing off soon, and when it does, I will shift to keep myself warm.

Wolves can live in very cold weather, so it would certainly make this situation more bearable.

So, I curl up in a tight ball on the cold, hard floor and press my body into the corner, in an attempt to conserve all forms of body heat. It takes me hours to finally fall asleep, and finally, my heavy eyelids shut, and I drift off to a cold, dreamless sleep.

I am awakened by the gentle sunlight tugging at my eyes, telling me that it is time to get up. I sit up slowly, my stomach growling with hunger. My body aches from sleeping on the cold floor, and I am about to attempt to shift when harsh footsteps suddenly echo in the distance, and instead, I find myself cowering in the corner, waiting for my demise.

Delvin appears at the entrance, watching me with beady red eyes. He pulls out a key from his pocket, and jabs it in the key hole. The jingling of the keys echo throughout the corridors, as I watch in terror as he steps in my cell. In his hand, I can make out something....silver?