Rogue Shadow

Draft 15 - Satan's Spawn

Chapter 15 – Satan's Spawn

16:30 Tuesday, 5th July 2016

His hand lifted to the side, not a second later a stinging pain appeared on her cheek, forcing her head to face him once more.

The attack did nothing, however, to lessen her streak of rebellion. If anything, it just made her loathe Zane even more. Every heinous act he committed towards her was just another wave on anger and hate that fuelled her defiance against this monster.

Zane grabbed her by the earlobe and dragged her through the messy apartment. Nat knew that she could easily escape his grip, there were about twenty different attack plans formulating in her mind, but she forced herself to follow. Don't, she yelled in her mind.

Every time she fought back, it only made it worse.

Zane grabbed her cheeks harshly and turned her face towards his. When he spoke Nat could almost taste the alcohol in the air when she breathed. He was a pig.

"And if dinner isn't ready by six, there will be hell to pay." He lent closer until their faces were millimetres apart. And the harder Nat tried to pull away, the harder his grip on her face grew. In a fight, Nat knew she could easily take him down. But when it came to brute strength, she was far too small to fight him off. Not like this.

"You'll wish those cops had never of found you."

He pushed her into a small room and slammed the door.

Nat released a shuddering breath and slumped against the wall.

Why was it always her?

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12:26 Monday, 16th October 2017

Natasha's hands slammed down on the ground hard, a jarring pain shooting up her dominant wrist.

Where was she?

Nat shifted her weight from her knees, resting back on her hunches as she scanned the area.

Training room.

She hadn't left. It was just a dream.

No, she reminded herself. Not a dream. A memory. A terrible, terrible memory of her hellish life.

How long had she been out? Why had she remembered that, of all things?

But before that – before Zane – there had been something else. Another memory. A girl. A small girl with fiery red hair that matched her own. And they had run.

Her sister... she had a sister!

But they had been found. The bad people caught them. They had said that they were going to help them. Lies, lies – it was all lies! What was her name? The little girl, why couldn't she remember her sister's name? Why?

She slipped her knee beneath her and dropped her head to the floor, slamming her uninjured fist down in frustration.

It was so unfair. Why her sister? She had been younger than her, Nat was sure of it. She replayed the words of their parents over and over, not wanting to forget a single detail.

But the past was so confusing, none of it made sense. The more she tried to focus, the more jumbled the voices became, until all she could hear was incoherent sounds chaos and screaming. Yet, somewhere deep inside of her, Natasha was sure, more than ever, that the screams of those people, the man and woman who told her to run, it had been their last.