Hunting For You

Chapter 5

My backpack slammed against my back as I sprinted carefully through the sewer. I followed Misha's directions and prayed that he wasn't leading me into a trap. I gripped my demon killing knife tightly in my right hand as I made my way through the sewer. My heart thumped excitedly in my chest the closer I got to Savannah's lair. I was so close. I turned a final corner to find that a set of double doors were blocking my path. They must be underneath the building Misha was telling me about.
It was a daunting thing to be standing in front of these doors and knowing that the demon you despised was just behind them. I wished Jack was here to whisper reassuring words to me and to tell me that he would protect me. That I would be safe. There was a possibility that I wouldn't make it back through those doors again but I was willing to take that risk.

With another deep breath I slowly opened one of the doors to find an area decorated quite nicely. A longue leant against the wall with a bookshelf beside it. I made my over to the bookshelf to see that ancient looking books were stacked neatly. I pursed my lips as I pulled one out slowly, careful to not trigger a trap. The title was written in a language I could not recognize so I put the book back.
My eyes swept around the room to see that the area was devoid of life. I took a deep breath as I pushed away from the bookshelf and as I made my way towards another set of double doors. I pushed them opened to find that the room was filled with cages and there was the smell of blood. I left the door open as I ventured deeper into the room to find an area designed for torturing. Savannah was truly messed up.

The demon that had destroyed my life seemed to be fascinated in causing havoc wherever she went.

The sound of a quite whimper caused me to spin around to see that someone was actually locked in one of the cages. I slid my bag from my shoulders and quickly fumbled for a flashlight. Once I found one I flicked the light on and directed it at the cage. The figure huddled in on itself and pressed to the furthest corner. I crept closer to the cage to see that the figure's clothes were torn and ripped in various places. A mop of mahogany hair was the only distinct feature I could see. Their skin was caked in dirt and blood which was a recipe for an infection.

I knelt onto the ground next to the cage and turned the flashlight off. I curled a hand over one of the bars and pulled myself as close as I could. The person shuddered.

"No more," a hoarse voice begged.

I frowned slightly as I leant back onto my haunches. Whatever Savannah had done to this person must have been terrible. There was a possibility that this was a trap but this person looked as if they needed my help.

"I'm not here to hurt you," I promised. "I'm here to help."

The figure turned his head and I gasped. A familiar set of grey-green eyes stared back at me. The strong jawline and high cheek bones were all too familiar.

"Who are you?" the man demanded.

"My name is Cassadee, Cassadee Parker," I replied.

The man flung himself towards me and his grubby hands touched mine. His eyes filled with tears and a sob escaped his lips.

"Cassie," he whispered. "It's me."

A thousand memories evaded my senses. An image of my father teaching me how to fire a gun. My father teaching me how to drive. My father holding my mother's hand and kissing her gently when he thought that I wasn't looking. The look of excitement that had been on his face when he had given me tickets to my first Warped Tour. Everything I had held back invaded everything it could.

Tears welled in my eyes but I swallowed them back. I had to be the brave girl that my father had wanted me to be. I searched the cage for a lock and I dove for it but my father stopped me.