Long Live The Queen|Published

Fifteen

The door of the shed slammed shut.

"Is this supposed to be some kind of fucking bonding?" Malakai grumbled out as Demetrius stood next to him.

They both stared at the red headed man. Malakai gripped two metal rods and let his palms heat up. He took the mendable metal and bent one around each wrist. One each attached to something else.

Malakai grunted and waited for it to cool down, when he awoke he'd be restrained.

"No, this is interrogating an enemy. If I wanted to bond I'd take you fishing."

He scrunched his nose at the thought. "I've never been fishing, what are you my grandpa?"

Demetrius narrowed his eyes and leaned against the wall. He trailed his eyes over the small building. He saw gardening sheers.

"Yea, Yea. Sarcasm," The Hound muttered as he slapped his hand against the mans forehead. Malakai counted down from ten and as he hit one the sizzling of his skin awoke him. The mans screams were loud and abrupt.

Malakai kept his face neutral as he tugged his hand away. The skin peeling and sticking to his own, the Hound ignored the gurgles of pain.

"Heffley, correct?" Demetrius squatted down so they were closer on the ground.

His claw extended as he curiously pulled at his burns.

Malakai tilted his head as Heffley bit his lip to keep quiet, the Hound leaned in to see if he caught sight of tears.

"I think you know why we're here. Frankly, I don't feel like doing this but you've forced my hand. In fact, I want your head separated from your body for attacking my new mate. But information is keeping you alive. I recommend using this to your advantage."

Demetrius gripped gardening sheers.

"If you tell me something that intrigues me, I won't cut off your fingers. Cliche, I know but again, I'm rather bored."

He gripped an index finger sharply, bringing it between the blades.

Heffley hesitantly opened his mouth.

Suddenly his digit was sliced, Malakai cringed as it hit the floor with a thud.

A sharp cry of pain rang out.

"Damn couldn't hear you. Again, I'm bored and impatient- not a good combination."

"We... shit- we were paid off. The objective was to destroy as much as possible and bolt. The witches were rounded up and a group of rouges were hired."

"That tells us nothing. We could've figured that out," Malakai rolled his eyes.

"We want to know who," The white haired teen pointed his finger and they all watched a flame shoot out from it.

He stood behind Heffley and gripped his head to keep him still. An eyelid was pried open and a flame hovered uncomfortably close.

"Ah, an eye and a finger. Make it slow, Malakai, there's only two eyes but nine more fingers." Demetrius recommended and the teen nodded at the advice.

"Councilman Eden! Oh god, please not my eye! He isn't one of the top guys but he's making his way. Edens... he has been convincing other councilors about eliminating big leaders. That's all I know!"

Demetrius cut his pinky finger.

"How long have you been planning this? Who specifically gave you our location?"

"Months! We were unaware of the new three!" Heffleys eyes finally seemed to focus and Malakai was unbothered as he stared.

His weak breath hitched and he took labored gulps of air.

"Y-You!"

His eyes zeroed in on the red tint of Malakai's iris.

A white brow rose in annoyance and he stepped away. The two enemies examined one another and Malakai looked at Demetrius.

"I've never seen this guy a day in my life," he informed the Lycan.

"T-Those eyes... oh god it's him. It's him, he'll never leave me alone, oh please gods spare me," he began whimpering.

The two watched him pass out.

"We didn't even do anything," Demetrius said almost dejectedly.

Malakai rose a brow as he looked at the man's eight fingers left and burned face.

"He recognized you," Demetrius leaned against the door. "Or at least a particular feature of yours."

"Never seen that ugly mug once," Malakai kicked his foot.

"That's the end of him. I'll wait for him to wake before killing him. He doesn't deserve the mercy."

The younger man nodded in agreement. He rubbed his forehead as an ache began forming.

"Do you think he knows you from your childhood?"

Malakai's snapped his gaze to the Lycan. "It's eight fucking years unaccounted for so your guess is as good as mine," He snarled.

The Hound sat down roughly, "best bet is asking Lucas. Because of his abilities he's somewhat resistant to spoken spells. He started to get images of young, younger than any of us can remember. Although, he was only six at the time. Things have gotten blurry."

"Elora said none of you had any memories beyond waking up in the pack."

"She's skeptical of how accurate his visions are. They come... like a nightmare. But I remember," He quirked a smile. "I remember he'd tell us what he saw like an old ghost story. It was what I always looked forward to at nights."

Malakai thought back to when Elora would be cooking. Lucas would loudly recite what he saw and he'd eat it up. Quick to snap at Elora who tried to intervene. Even at fourteen, Elora was so quick to give up on their past.

"God, I was such an asshole to her," Malakai rubbed his neck. He felt Demetrius sit next to me.

"It was hard on all of you. You just wanted your parents."

"Parents," The Hound mused. "What a joke. Didn't need them then, don't need them now."

Demetrius was silent as Malakai couldn't seem to shut himself up.

His nostrils flared as he felt his eyes burn. "When we woke up that day, all we could do was cry. But not Elora. She never, not once seemed upset. She was always... well all over the place. Growing up in such violent conditions she would get excited to have a release. Or she'd be trying to cheer us up, or thinking ten steps ahead of everyone. God, it felt like she was on a completely different playing field."

"She's amazing," Demetrius breathed.

"Yea. I... I hate our biological parents," Malakai sneered was his fists clenched. He was unaware of steam rising from his skin.

"Every time I think of what my mom looked like or how my mom would've been- all I can see is Elora."

They both looked at his hand. Despite himself a tear shed and dropped down to his brown skin, the liquid sizzled at the heat.

"Elora is the most amazing woman I've ever met. She's fucking... incredible. To see her take care of you both so fiercely proved how lucky I was to have met her. And you boys. I haven't had a family in a long time, I'm very grateful for what she's brought me- already."

He let his own words and Demetrius's sink in. Malakai stood abruptly, he rubbed his face. He couldn't believe he fucking cried.

"I'd say this was better than fishing?" Malakai cleared his throat.

Demetrius's deep chuckle echoed the small room.

"Crying scares the fishes away, so it would've been uneventful anyway."

He glared at he smirk and slammed the door open. "This never god damn happened," He spat but it did nothing to deter Demetrius's smug look.

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