Forgotten

Chapter Ten: Test Three: Demetria

{A/N} As before, any words with the asterisk (*) symbol are defined at the end of the chapter.

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I couldn't take it anymore. I yelled at the top of my lungs and fought to move away from her, but I couldn't move. I was bound by my arms and legs. I couldn't move anything, not even my head. I dare not open my eyes, the pain in my neck was still there from when she had bit me, but I no longer felt her there.

It was silent for a long time, I'm not sure how long. The only sound was my my beating heart and my rasping breath. My skin was cold and wet with sweat, the images still played at my mind, phantom figures coming for me to join them in hell.

No! It wasn't real, these are just tests...just tests, it's not real.

I opened my eyes slowly. I was back in the testing room, still strapped in the chair. Oh, thank God! Finally, the nightmare's over. No more ghosts of...of...I can't even say their names...but no more of them, no more vipers, or monstrous wolves. I was so happy it was finally done I laughed. I laughed until it hurt and my eyes were watery.

Then I stopped and I realized something was wrong. No one was in the room with me. I was completely isolated.

"Hey!" I shouted, "Hey, you can come back now." No answer, "Could someone let me out of here? Hello!? Felipe? Commander? Anybody?!"

My voice echoed across the room as if my very voice was telling me I was alone.

The lights in the room flickered on and off.

"No...please no, no more!" It was the first and only time I would beg for mercy, "Please, get me out of here!"

As soon as those words left my mouth the lights went out completely. Suddenly, my shackles were no longer smooth metal, but a rough, leathery surface rubbing against my skin. The smell of blood became prominent in my nostrils and the only light was a single, bare bulb hanging by a string over my head. To my left a metal table appeared complete with every medieval torturing device you can think of, some were stained with fresh blood.

I shut my eyes tightly, but that only made my sister's image come back, so I opened them again. I clenched my fists and tried to pull my hands out of the leather straps, but the harder I pulled the tighter the straps became until they dug into my skin and my wrists were rubbed raw. I winced in pain and stopped trying to free my hands, there was already no longer any blood flowing freely into my hands. Thankfully once I stopped struggling, the bonds loosened slightly to allow blood to once again circulate throughout my wrists and hands. I didn't even attempt to free my head.

A wispy sound wafted through the room. It sounded like a gentle breeze, and I felt the wind on my face. I looked to the right in the direction of the wind and saw black smoke cascading towards me. The sound of chains came next, and then footsteps.

I saw an angel walking out of the smoke. She had skin as white as a vampire's and her eyes were like diamonds, shining through waves of her golden hair flowing down towards her back. She wore a very short, very tight, red dress and heels to match, her lips were even redder than her dress, they were the color of blood. I remembered her immediately, it was the alien who had let Felipe and me into this building, or school, or training area, or whatever the hell it was, I had no idea. I did know though that this woman's name was Demetria.

Demetria walked very slowly and deliberately towards me, staring into my eyes. She stopped next to the metal table next to me carrying knives and picked up what looked like a mini machete. She ran her fingers up and down the blade, looking at it intently.

"Hey," I said. Demetria stopped for a moment to look at me before she went back to glaring at the blade.

"Hey!" I yelled louder, "Do you think you could let me out of here?"