Relentless

Chapter 31

Subconsciously I knew something was up. I suspected he was Kane. When I tried to kiss "Peter" I already suspected him as Kane. It begs the question that I'm not sure I want to know the answer to. Who was I really trying to kiss? Peter or Kane? Either way, I regret almost kissing the boy that ruined my life.

Why is my life surrounded by death? My sister is a murderer and all of my friends are dead. My eyes turn to my fallen friend. Ashton had dragged her body next to me last night. I couldn't bear to look at it but now that the morning has come, I venture a look.

My eyes grow wide with shock. Her hands. They have healed. "How is that possible?" I said to myself.

"Did you say something, dear sister?" Ashton said, turning her attention to me.

"I have nothing to say to you." I snapped back.

She raised her eyebrows at me. "It didn't have to be this way. You had the chance to join us but instead you ran."

Kane cut into our conversation. "Enough about your sister! She isn't the problem. Our dead hostage is! How are we supposed to explain this to Lydia? In case you forgot, she isn't the most understanding person-"

"I know! I know!" Ashton shouted back. "Who's to say that we even had two hostages?" She asked with a flame in the palm of her hand.

"You know that you can't just burn all of your problems, right?"

She shrugged. "It has worked so far."

I ignore their argument, returning my attention to Katrina's body. For a moment I thought I saw her chest rise. I blink a few times and look again. This time she takes a deeper breath. I try hard to control my reaction so that I don't alert Ashton again.

With my hands bound, I roll onto my side and drag myself to her side.

"Katrina," I whispered. "Katrina, are you alive?" I glance at our captors a few times to make sure that they are still preoccupied.

She mumbles something that I don't understand. "There goes number seven."

"What? Katrina what are you talking about? How are you still alive?"

"Wait," she cocks her head to the side, releasing a prominent crack from her neck that makes me cringe. "Okay, what were you saying?"

"Well, well, so the rumors are true." Kane said, turning his attention towards us. "You are back from the dead." he signals to Ashton who brings over another pendant and metal bonds. I begin to struggle as I recognize the pendant to be our mother's.

"You thief! Murderer! How did you get that?" I couldn't help myself from yelling at her, but she pays me no mind. Kane, in response, smacks the side of my head. White hot pain blooms across my face and I fall silent, trying to control my tongue. Not from shouting at them but from crying out in pain.

"Quiet!" Kane shouted. "I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to Katrina. Now, what else can you do that you're not telling us, huh?" He grabbed her roughly by the collar. "I'm commanding you to talk!" He raised his hand to hit her but Ashton grabs his hand in mid swing.

"Enough." Ashton commanded.

"Why you-"

"She doesn't have a healing ability, so unless you want to turn her over to Lydia bruised, I suggest you leave her be."

When Kane is still reluctant to let her go, Ashton's hand begins to radiant heat and his arm begins to smoke under her touch.

"Fine!" He released Katrina but not before a handprint has been visibly burned into his skin.