The Cyborgs

Chapter Fifteen

The ringing of the bell catches my attention, and class is over. I shove my notebook into my backpack, and walk out of the class.

Damon is leaning against the wall opposite to the door. He frowns when he sees me.

Wrapping an arm around me, he steers me towards the cafeteria, "are you alright?"

I wait until Winter and Leigh-Ann join us to tell them what happened.

When I finished Leigh-Ann asked, "do you want me to put a minor block on your magic?"

I nod, and Leigh-Ann mutters a few words and draws a few symbols on my arm with a Sharpie. I automatically feel the spell working. It does nothing for the raging emotions, but when it feels both my emotions and powers raging, it will basically cut off my magic.

After getting our lunch, we sat at our table and started talking about classes.

Leigh-Ann is planning on being an artist, and opening a tattoo parlor. She has plans to have a studio apartment above her tattoo parlor.

Winter is planning on being a chef, and opening her own restaurant.

I just simply plan on being a wildlife conservationist. I also plan on writing a little, because both Winter and Leigh-Ann have read some of my stories and told me I should pursue writing.

Damon looks at me, "so, how's your creative writing class? You hardly ever talk about it."

I twirl spaghetti noodles around my fork, "it's awkward, because the teacher insists on everyone in the class being friends, so when we present our work we're not as nervous. It obviously doesn't work, and most the people in there are like deathly afraid of me."

Leigh-Ann leaned across the table, "why does that bother you so much?"

She may sound insensitive, but this is her usual tactic to get me to confess feelings, and it usually works.

I sigh, "I don't know. Maybe because I can smell everyone's fear every time I'm in there."

Damon asks, "does it bring back memories?"

I set my fork down, my appetite gone, "it used to. It doesn't bother me much anymore."

Winter said, "maybe you should read them something you wrote about your life."

I blink startled, "do you think that might help?"

Winter nods, "yes. There's an excellent chance it will work."

I nod, "our next presentation is tomorrow, I was going to present a love story that I'm almost finished with, but your idea is better."

Damon says, "so, are you going to pursue a part-time writing career?"

I smile, appreciative of the slight chance in conversation, "yes, I am. I already have the perfect idea for my first book." After a pause I say, "my autobiography of before I came here."

Leigh-Ann whistled, "damn, that's a ballsy move."

I nod, "it is, but I hope it will also bring more attention to the way that those cyborgs treated their prisoners and hopefully get the rest of them tracked down and killed."

For the rest of the lunch hour, we talked about graduation, which is just three months away.

When lunch was over, I went to my creative writing class and started on my story. Well, it was more like I started where I left off in my wildlife conservation class.

***

I'm not sure how long we've been prisoners, but I stopped trying to count days a long time ago; although we have been moved to another room. In this room we're chained to the floor, but we're sitting right next to each other.

The only thing I care about now is staying with Danny. He's the only thing that's keeping me sane.

When I finally manage to fall asleep, the door is kicked open, effectively waking me up.

The head cyborg stomps in, followed by three others.

The head cyborg says, "I've been going easy on you for far too long. I think its time to force answers from you."

I glare at him, and croak, "how many times, so we have to say we have no idea what you claim our parents stole from you!"

He knelt down and chucked me under the chin, and out of instinct I bite his finger. He yelped, and pulled his finger back. Next thing I know, my head snaps to the right and stars cloud my vision.

When I can see and hear again, Danny is trying to break his silver chains.

The head cyborg is holding his hand, the finger I bit wrapped in a blood soaked cloth.

I tap his leg with my foot, which got his attention, "I'm fine, there's no reason to fight them. Someone will find, we have to believe that."

The head cyborg laughed, "nobody's going to be able to find you. Ever."

I look straight into his eyes, "someone will come for us. Nothing you can do will shake that belief from my mind."

The cyborg smiled sent chills down my back, "oh, well see about that little bird."

He turned to the three that came in with him, "in chain her from the wall, but keep the cuffs on her wrists. She knows some magic, not a lot, but enough to knock us out long enough to escape."

Two of them did as he said, and kept a tight grip on me. The third one was holding an assortment of weapons I now recognized as witch hunter blades.

The head cyborg grabbed a short dagger and shoved it hilt deep into my left bicep.

At the immediate sensation of fire boiling my blood, I scream loudly.

The head cyborg snarled, "where is he?"

Tears are running down my face, "I...don't...know...who...you're...talking...about."

He twisted the knife, causing me to scream louder. He repeated the question, and when I didn't answer, he took the blade out of my shoulder.

I took a relieved breath, but the relief was short-lived when he plunged the blade into my right thigh.

He kept repeating the questioning until I passed out from the pain.