Roxanne Blakk (A Slugterra Fanfiction)

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Roxy POV

I'm in a small room with no light. My stomach grumbles with hunger. My whole body aches. My hands chained to the wall. Making me unable to move.
"Wake up!" My father stands infront of me with an evil psycho look on his face. "Why do I always have to tell you to mind your own business?!" He yells as he slaps me in the face. "You are the heir to Blakk Industries. You need to act like it!" Spit flyies across my face. "Your going to destroy all of slugterra!" My voice comes out quiet and filled with rage. He shoots me with a frost fang (ghouled frost crawler). I whimper in pain. This frost fang is different than the other ones. It seemed to be more powerful than the rest. "I'm making slugterra better!" He chuckles confidently. "I guess you missed the 'slug' in slugterra." He shoots a Grimstone at my chest. I cry out in pain as he stands there cackling. I feel some of my ribs pop and snap. 'That fucking ass hole.' I think in my head. It hurts even worse. Wit every breath a take it feels like I'm being stabbed with needles. But I'm not letting that stop me. "Your never getting away with this Blakk!" I scream through my gritted teeth. I hear his blaster charge up before I feel my shoulders being shaken.

I shoot my eyes open faster than I have before. Jumping away from who was trying to wake me up. "Rox it's just me. It's okay your safe." Twist holds his hand out.

Just Twist. It's ok. I'm safe. We are safe. But for how long? I stare at him with wide scared eyes. "How long will we safe? I'm putting everyone in danger being here." My voice cracks.

"We chose to help you both." Eli comes out from upstairs with his hair a mess and heavy dark bags under his eyes.

He see him take in a shaky breath ever time he takes a step down the stairs. Trying to keep his face from contouring with pain, but I know from having to do the same for years.  "Did Blakk do that to you? Did he try to harm everyone?" I ask with shame.

His cerulean blue eyes get wide. "Everything... almost." He says darkly as his eyes narrow into something close to rage and hurt.

"He was crying all night over Will and Jimmo. Jimmo died after he promised to come down here with him." Burpy tells me hanging his head down sadly.

"I understand your pain. I've lost my mother when I was a little girl. I don't know what had happened to her. Blakk... he didn't allow me to speak of her." I hesitate saying the last part.

"You feel empty." I stare into his lost cerulean blue eyes. For a minute he just stands there in shock. Then he looks away leaving out of the front door.

I hear Twist sigh deeply. "Eli changed a lot since I've seen him." Twist stands up in his blood socked clothes. His face goes paler than it already is. "Twist! Are you alright?" I take the few short steps to him. He catches himself on the arm of the couch.

"What was on that blade?" He whimpers as fresh blood pours from the stab wound in his stomach, the one I had healed in the cave, before he crumbles half on the floor half on the couch.

"Twist!" I yell on the top of my lungs. "Guys!" My hands begin to glow as I start to loose control. Oh shit! Oh shit. I take my hoddie off putting pressure on his wound. I going to kill Diablos when I see him again.

I hear stomping coming from up stairs and the front door. "What in-" Kord stops when he sees me. "He's bleeding out. Something was on the blade."

"Kord heads up." Trixie throws the First aid kit and the Cave troll looks at the tiny box in his massive hands. "Here hand it to me." I hold out one of my hands keeping the other one pressed to Twists stomach.