HOSTILE

Chapter 13-I am just a human, you buttmunch!

Never in my fucked up life, I had ever thought I'd miss that nickname, that one word I always thought was silly shook me to the core and messed my head for a minute.

For a second there I thought Riley found me and came to help me, I felt a sense of relief inside me but the moment I met the eye of the person I was disappointed, not because he was ugly or not hot as Riley but because he was not my Riley.

"How the hell do you know about that?" I sneered at that bastard.

"About what? skittles?" he asked tauntingly faking confusion on his face.

"Don't you dare say it again with that filthy mouth of yours, and don't even think of calling me that ever again" I screamed as I tried to lunge at him.

He chuckled at me as I failed to reach him as the guards kept trying to get a proper hold of me roughly.

"Who the hell are you?" I screeched as I kept struggling.

"You always wanted to meet me so here I am" he mumbled gesturing to himself.

I laughed out loud, " You can't be the guy they keep talking about, you lanky bastard," I said cockily.

There is a possibility that I could be wrong but the way everyone looked at him, there was not much fear in their eyes compared to when they hear me or anyone talks about 'him'.
The look of shock on his face just confirmed my theory, but the look went away just as fast as it came.

"It doesn't matter who I am but as long as you are here you answer to me," he said cockily trying to act strong.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I inquired curiously.

"Oh straight to the point huh, I like it" he stated amusedly.

"Just answer the damn question" I muttered already getting irritated of his attitude.

He walked and stood in front of me and grabbed my face harshly, "You don't get to demand answers here sweetie, I do."

I glared at him as I tried to get his hand off of my face.

"Now to answer your question, you and your prissy friend who ran away because of you, but we'll get her soon don't worry are very special kind of people" he mused as he caressed my cheek.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously trying to ignore his filthy hand.

"Oh stop acting like you don't know anything about that" he chuckled lightly thinking I was faking it.

"I really have no clue what you are talking about" I deadpanned.

"Listen, sweetie, answer me while I ask nicely or he'll be the one you'll have to deal with" he belted menacingly while yanking a handful of my hairs forcefully.

"I am not scared of you or him" I sneered at his face as I hissed in pain.

"You tell me now or the next time you see your cute little friend would be in pieces" he whispered threateningly.

"Over my dead body" I fumed out.

"Well that can be arranged soon, but we need to know your powers first," he said nonchalantly.

"Kill me for all I care, but I have no idea what powers you are talking about" I muttered.

I was lying about dying with a straight face, no matter what I say I was scared shitless, but I would never say that to his face no matter what.