Mystic Legacy (BOOK 1)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 25

Ariel sprinted through the dense forest in the cold, dark night. Her eyes are puffy and her face was red. She almost tripped here and there, but got up at ran towards the mansion.

She ran up the steps and opened the front door that's already unlocked. Everyone turned and looked at her. She started to pant as she stood by the doorway to catch her breath. Tears fell to the ground freely and she fell on her knees.

"Ariel what happened? What's wrong?" Sam got up from the couch and crouched in front of her.

"It's Jess. They hurt her." She choked out, trying her best to relax before talking.

"Who did?" Manny stood behind Sam, a look of worry in his eyes.

"M-my sister." Ariel broke down and covered her face, cried into her palms.

"What did she do?"

"She tied her in an electrical chair and since Jess can't die, she got frustrated and started beating her up. I saw the whole thing."

"And Jess resisted?" Sam asked.

Ariel nodded. Sam took a step back.

Is she giving up? She thought.

"We have to help her. Please."

"No, we can't. She knows how to get out of those situations. Plus, she got herself into that mess in the first place, maybe she'll learn a lesson. All we have to do is wait for her to come back." Sam walked away from Ariel, still on her knees.

"She's kinda right Ariel, think about it. Did Jess do something risky when she was over there?" Manny asked as he stood by Ariel.

"She beat up a guy, and mostly she killed a family but that was a month ago."

Manny slowly nodded and let out a huge sigh.

"But, what if she doesn't come back? She's in a prison. The security there is inte-"

"No matter what situation she's in, she'll get out of it, trust us. You'll see." Manny helped Ariel up and brought her to the couch for some comfort.

Jess's POV
Back in my cage. It's really cold in here and I don't even have my hoodie to keep me warm. Hell, not even a blanket!

My whole body hurts. My jaw and nose is broken, two of my ribs are snapped in half, I have a deep cut in my thigh, I look like a beaten up animal at a shelter.

I tried to get up but it hurt too much I had to sit back down.

I need to get out of here.

I thought of the possible ways I needed to escape. I could escape the window, but I need my stuff. I could leave through the small crack of the bottom of the door, but there's guards outside my door and if they see a small bug, I'll definitely will be stepped on.

I looked around the room to find a possible escape when I found the jackpot. On the ceiling was some sort of vent, or something it looked close like an attic. It's sealed off with the white paint on the ceiling so I have to cut around the edges to open it.

New problem, I don't have my pocket knife. I huffed air out and looked around the room for something that could work. I noticed there's a mirror that's already been cracked. I tip toed to it and snapped a shard of glass, almost cutting my fingers.

I went to my bed and I stood on top of the hard mattress and began to cut around the edges. When I successfully cut along the perimeter, I broke the hatch and it swung open.

I took a step back and admired what I did.

Finally, freedom.

I dropped the glass onto the bed and hanged on the edges before pulling myself up into the small space. I shapeshift into a rat since my body weight could break through the vent.

I used my instincts to maneuver my way to my stuff. I'm not leaving without my favorite hoodie and knife, the fuck.

It feels like a maze in here when I came across a vent to someone's office.

I looked down and scanned through the room. I saw that my hoodie was sitting on top of a chair near the desk.

No one was in the room so I fell down through the vent and landed on the desk, bumping my head. I scattered to the floor and shapeshifed back to myself. I took my uniform off and put my soft hoodie back on.

All I need now is my pocketknife, and that bitch has it.

I was about to leave when I hear footsteps approaching towards the room. I quietly ran by the door, hiding in plain sight, from whoever was about to walk in.

A young man, probably around his early 20s walked in with a cup of coffee in his hand. I sneaked behind him and wrapped my arm around his neck. When he saw it was me, he quickly panicked and began to struggle. Seconds later he gave up and his body collapsed on the floor. The cup of coffee spilled everywhere, causing a puddle on the ground.

I glanced at the body one more time before my eyes moved to a folder on the desk. I walked over the officer and looked down to the tan color folder with my name on it.

I opened it and it revealed my mugshot I did the first night I was here.

Oh wow that's just great. To be honest, I look hella good.

I looked like a train wreck, my lip was busted, my nose is broken, and my dark circles were more visible than ever.

I grabbed the mugshot, fold it up, and put it in my pocket, so that people know how much I love to be beaten up by random people.

I was being sarcastic there, I hope you picked that up.

I walked out of the office and made sure the coast is clear. I tip toed quickly through the hallway and turned in multiple corners when I saw Lora's office. I slowly peaked in, Lora was sleeping in her chair.

I slowly walked towards the desk and scanned through to find my pocket knife.

The knife was right next to her sleeping head and I carefully went out and reached for it. I place it back into my pocket, along with a box of cigarettes next to her computer.

Taking everything at this point.

I turned and walked out, glanced at Lora one last time making sure she's still asleep and made a run for it towards the door.