𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 (18) - Revised

Wow I just love hurting my characters, don't I?

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Slowly, my eyes open, pupils shrinking in fear at the sight before me, waking me up the rest of the way rather quickly. No, no please. Please. Not here. Not again.

The stark white wall stands tall behind and in front of me, the walls to my sides being made of clear, reinforced glass. Tears gather in my tired eyes as I realize something. It's the same cell. The same exact cell I spent most of my confined life in. That bloodstain by my feet is mine. Not for the first time recently, anxiety overcomes me, clawing at my lungs and making my breaths come out in short, panicked intervals. I look around wildly, gaze landing on the body in the cell to my right almost immediately.

No. Please. Anything but this. Anyone but him. Not here, please don't let him be here.

"Remington?" I call out cautiously, hoping with everything in me that my gut instinct... no, our bond, was wrong.

Crawling over on all fours to the clear wall of the cell, I can see into the oddly occupied space beside me. Its him. Its Remington, and he's here in this place with me. They took him too. I was hoping, desperately, that they would leave him and take only me. Did they get Emerson and Sebastian too? I still can't feel Andy... What have they done to my family?

Harsh, ragged breaths and painful wheezing leaves his motionless form. His neck is still covered in blood, and his shirt still torn with two holes by his heart. Our link is filled with pain, as waning as the bond seems to be, and though I'm concerned and only want to be with him, at least I know he's alive. I call his name through our connection again in hopes of getting some sort of reaction, palms placed firmly on the glass wall as I lean on it.

Creaking fills the small room as the large metal door that takes you the entirety of the wall swings open on its hinges, and I jerk in both surprise and fear, shuffling back on my bottom towards the wall, my shackles restricting most of my movement. I've cornered myself, as close to Remington as I can possibly get.

Not him. Please. Not him.

"Patient thirteen, good to see you again. Your vampire friends make you awfully hard to recapture. They move far too much." The doctor sneers, walking forward.

"What did you do to him?" My voice is quiet, fearful, as I look over to Remington.

His breathing is still labored, veins glowing a toxic purple that makes me sick to see.

"Thirteen, has your vacation ruined your manners already? I thought we taught you better than to speak out of turn." Doctor smirks suddenly, and a boot shoots out to kick me across the jaw.

My head jerks to the side as pain immediately blooms along my jawline and mouth. The force slams me into the glass beside me. Something wet drips down my chin. Blood from a newly split lip. After so long of being treated with nothing but utmost kindness by my vampires and demon, the harshness of the action shocks me momentarily.

The doctor holds a strange remote in hand, fiddling with the small black button on the top as he stares me down with cruel, beady eyes. I've never seen that remote before.

"Now, let's get down to business. We need you to extract more souls from a few... volunteers."

"No, no, no." I murmur, voice but a whisper as I try to sink further into myself, my magic reacting to my emotions and trying to hide me further.

I scream, quick to cut it off as my head slams into the wall behind me. Electricity crackles around me, making the hairs on my arms and legs stand on end. My lichtenberg scars ache, throat burning like its on fire as I writhe, hands trying to pull at the metal collar wrapped tightly, too tightly, around my neck.