As the sun begins to fade from existence, five protectors are chosen. Their unique blood type is thought to help the Earth regain its strength. Aryn, a prominent surgeon, is unaware of the fateful gift that flows in her. She carries the same blood t...
"Don't waste your time searching for reasons, when you have the answers."
•LOUIS•
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Her feet pounded against the delicate base of the chair. Her thin- black eyebrows tensed as her ivory hands shivered. The storm in her blue eyes ordered a challenge as if waiting for a miracle to turn the tables around.
Mercilessly, I held her thin arm and watched her internal screeching as I drew a straight line with the metallic knife. Her arm convulsed, and I witnessed a tear escaping her closed eye. She didn't scream, despite the pain.
"Now listen, you remember those blood tests you conducted for one of your patients? What was his name? Let me remember. That Louis, right?"
"It won't hurt anyone if you fabricated some data regarding his blood tests, right?" I smirked.
"Are you out of your mind! This is illegal, and I will lose my job!"
"You know how to kidnap people, so why don't you try to falsify it yourself!" she commented.
"I said I am the one who speaks here. You will only say yes. You don't want to lose your fiance and best friend, do you? Now I wouldn't want to kill your parents, they are probably old, and will die soon. But your fiance and best friend, they're too young," I smirked.
She glared at me blankly, not speaking anymore, nor untying the ropes. For a second, it felt as if she knew me. She sat silently, ignoring the pain of her arm. But behind her strength, was a person who realized that he had to become a criminal. I didn't have a clean history. There were days, where I stole, shoplifted and even thought about drug trafficking. But, I never kidnapped a person or believed that I would attempt to do so.
"Whatever your issues are, they're obviously with me. So leave Ellena and Ethan alone, and don't you dare to touch them!"
"I am the one who orders here. And you still didn't answer my question. Will you give up your ethics or friends?" I boldly said.
"If I agreed, what makes you guarantee that I won't go to the police after you let go of me?"
"Even if I went to jail, do you think my power will stop? I have connections."
Her lips remained sealed, not daring to speak. She stared at the ground as if it would provide a guide. Her closed eyes contemplated the limited choices she had. Another tear escaped her eye, and at that moment, I knew she gave up. With a voice full of sorrow, she answered the question in what seemed like years.
"I'll do what you want. Untie my ropes, and let me leave," she broke the silence.
I hadn't noticed that I tied the ropes on her bare leg when I brought her here. They had, perhaps, slipped off her short boots. Thin, blue lines were looping over the wrist of her leg. During the entire time, she stared at a broken mirror beside her. But, as she stood up, it was clear that Aryn was even more damaged than that mirror.
