Broken Ties

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This girl is on fire!

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I would've preferred it if I were dead. If I were dead, I wouldn't be in as much pain as I was when I woke up again. I would be spending time with my late relatives and watching over my family, safely from the comfort of heaven. There would be an endless amount of food at the table, that is if the dead even eat at all, and I wouldn't have to deal with the worries of being a mere mortal on the face of Earth.

But that was not my reality.

I woke up in so much pain, that the first sound that came out of my mouth was a painful whimper. Subconsciously, I knew it would be a bad to scream, even though I really wanted to.

My head spun as I tried to take in my surroundings, but everything was so dark and spiraled, that all I could make out was my feet tied to a chair. As I tried to move my hands and feet, I realized that there was no use in trying to get out of tiebacks. It's not like I had the energy and strength to do it in any case.

Suddenly, a bright light shine above my head, making me shut my eyes tightly. When I opened my eyes again, I had to squint to see properly. My vision started to come back and from what I saw in front of me, I wished I would go blind again.

Sitting in a tall chair in front of me, was the ugliest man I've ever seen. I'm not one to judge on other's appearance and constantly remind them of it, but this guy, I couldn't even hide the disgust on my face. The man seemed to sneer at my reaction as he lifted his right hand. Another man rushed to his side and placed an object in his hand. The ugly man dismissed the younger fellow and he ran back behind the scenes.

"So nice of you to stop by."

The man's voice was so course and cold, that it seemed as if someone took a grater and raked it against his vocal cords. His voice itself sounded as if he was speaking just above a whisper. He had a lot of bass to his voice, giving him a scary aura.

I didn't say anything in return, as I didn't know if I was even able to speak.

"Your buddies are all running around like a pack wild dogs in search for food. Luckily, you'll be busy doing something else for me."

Somewhere behind the man, a screen switched on. Footage of the team was displayed in 4 corners on the TV. Malaya had her laptop in her bag as she shot down the soldiers around her. Cluadia was in the red as she bandaged her stomach and legs. Blood rolled down her forehead as she hid from the others. Peter was sneaking up on a bunch of soldiers. He was injured, but I knew it wasn't a big of a deal. He would survive, that is if he wasn't shot before the operation ended. Luke was in the tunnel that I was in before. He seemed to be searching for something.

He was searching for me.

"Where's Dylan?" I asked at last.

The man gave me an evil smile, "Oh, you mean your little lover boy? He's, uh, out on a personal errand, but don't worry. You'll see him again."

I didn't know what he meant, but I had a feeling it was a bad thing. Maybe Dylan was going to be presented in chains and beaten up, just like me.