Wake Me Up~A Sequel to Don't You Trust Me

Chapter 4

"Is she secure."

"Yes." Haggar replied. She handed him a small dagger in case Lance decided to try something. "Whatever you do don't let her touch you."

Zhamoht nodded grabbing the dagger and slipping it through his belt. Turning he nodded to the guards to open the cell door.

Upon entering the cell he was met with piercing blue eyes that shot right through him. Such eyes drew him in although they carried a sense of warning behind them as well. Her chocolate brown hair dripped down just to below her shoulders, the braid that it was in before long gone. The chains around her wrists led up to the wall behind her head. After her little move with touching the glass, Haggar had suggested that they take 'precautionary measures'.

"Where is he," she growled. Her hands were balled into fists in her lap. She grit her teeth as she continued to glare at him with a passion he has never seen.

"I'm sorry, who are you talking about?" he replied. He always tried to display kindness with his prisoners before he decided to make it more difficult on their end. He knew that they were more willing to talk when they felt safe and no harm would come to them.

"Tell me you son of a bitch!! Where is he?!" She screamed, "I heard him! I know he's here!" Tears that were either from frustration or pain streaked down her face.

Seeing that he was going to get no where by playing the nice guy he switched tactics. Disregarding Haggar's warning from earlier he knelt down in front of her. He was close enough for her to reach out her hands and choke him if she really tried.

Just as she looked up he reached out and gripped her throat slamming her back against the cell wall. Her hands messed with the hand around her neck eyes wide with surprise.

"Since you're going to be staying here a while I might as well give you a run down of how things work," He tightened his grip around her neck causing her to gasp. Gone was the sweet tone that promised cooperation, in it's place was a tone that made even soldiers wish that they were dead. "I'm the general and you're my prisoner. On this ship I ask the questions. And. I Get. A. Response. Every. Time." He squeezed her neck with every word. "Are we clear?" He relaxed his grip long enough for her to get an answer out.

"Go to hell." Lance snarled her eyes once again a vibrant blue that threatened any who looked her way.

"Oh sweetie, I'm not going today, however I know someone that is," he glared at her once more before dropping her and leaving through the cell door. As soon as he was clear of the entrance druids swarmed the entrance. Swears could be heard coming from the prisoner, but only one thing reached his ears.

"When I get out of here I'm going to kill you!"

Then all at once the door shut and all further conversation went unheard.

Zhamoht smirked his chuckling to himself, "Good luck with that sweetheart." He turned down a corridor placing him as far away from the cell as possible. This new prisoner was as beautiful and as feisty as the stories he heard his officers tell. His tactics weren't going to work with someone of her skill. Maybe a few days with the druids would get her to change her mind.

"General!"

Turning he found a younger officer running to catch up with him. He crossed his arms as the officer approached, "This better be good."

"Yes sir! The paladins were picked up on our radar! They're headed this way!"

Zhamoht thought for a moment. When he finally looked back to the officer he found him waiting eagerly for his orders. "Calm yourself. If we rush into this the battle will be over before we even start."

"Yes sir!" the officer saluted, his arm across his chest his fist formed over his heart.

"Prepare the battle drones and keep them sending out. I want the guard tripled on the cell with the new prisoner, in case they manage to get through our defenses. If they do they don't get to leave."

Once the officer departed to execute his orders, Zhamoht made his way to the bridge where he would be of better use. Upon his entrance the crew turned to salute him before turning back to their tasks.

"Show me a video feed."

A few seconds later he was watching as the Black, Yellow and Green lions flew towards their battle cruiser. In the distance was the castle of lions.

"On my command fire and don't stop." he was looking straight at the black lion. He had heard from the grape vine, that was the paladin that Zarkon wanted the most. He was going to be the one to bring it to him.

He opened his mouth ready to shout the command when a flash of red caught his attention. a roar that vibrated through his entire body sent him reaching for the railing to keep his balance. He was gasping for air as sweat trickled down his neck and forehead. He closed his eyes attempting to stop the ringing that no one else seemed to hear.

When he opened his eyes he found himself on a bridge. A giant crystal in the center of the ceiling. There were three large windows showing the space outside. Turning he found a door with a slightly darker tint of blue then the floor. Walking towards it they opened upon his command and he walked into the darkness.

Zhamoht opened his eyes reeling backwards as he scrambled to gather his balance. What had he just seen? It was too familiar, almost like it was home but that was impossible. He had grown up here on this very ship. His father was a general and he was following in his footsteps.

"General!" the call pulled him from his thoughts, "They're almost upon us what do you want us to do?"

"Don't just stand there! Fire!" he shouted. As his mind re-focused on the battle at hand, however by the time the first round was finished the lions were already headed back to the castle. Dragging the red lion with them. Zhamoht watched his eyes narrowing, only to suck in a breath of air as the lion's eyes flashed yellow before going dull once more. The same roar before echoing in the back of his mind.