From the Ashes

25

"I can't process reality. I'm trying, and I genuinely can't," Jensen mutters. He sits with his back against the wall, Daisy sits to his left.

"Me neither," she sighs.

Alec, who sits on the other side of Daisy, grunts. "Yeah? Well hurry up your processing because the rest of us are living in the present. If you're not on your toes in this world, then you're dead."

With that the door swings open and a large figure steps inside, light surrounds his large form, creating a dark silhouette. He steps forward, into the room, and his face is illuminating, revealing a familiar face.

"Like I said," Alec mutters and looks up to find his warden. "Sup' Wilder?"

"Dad—" Jensen jumps up from the ground. "Please tell me you're getting us out of here."

John nods, but his mouth that is set into a hard line tells them that there is a catch. "I'm here to bring you three to a secure facility in which you will not be told the location of." While he speaks, he looks everywhere but his son. "Please comply completely to everything that is asked of you, or else other measures will have to be made." He repeats the sentence like he had rehearsed it many times, but still failed to make it sound anything other than monotonous.

Jensen looks over at Alec, expecting the Moretti with knack for anger-issues to have strong feels toward the "comply" part of the deal. But instead, he grits his teeth and says nothing. Jensen isn't sure whether to take this as a sign of defeat or simply a smarter plan for the long run. He really hopes it's the latter case.

Jensen's father steps to the side, unblocking the doorway. A few soldiers file in. "Chests to the wall, hands behind your backs." One of the soldier's shouts with firmness. When they don't respond immediately, he shouts again, "I will do this hard way, let's go!"

They don't hesitate to turn this time.

Jensen looks down at Daisy, his head resting against the wall. Wordlessly, she looks up and they share a look. Without speaking they both share the same thought, What's going to happen next?

They're quickly handcuffed and blindfolded, then dragged to a vehicle that they are then shoved into. The drive is silent. And the drive is long—probably over an hour. The drive is relatively smooth for some of the way, but for the latter portion, their vehicle, or van, or whatever it is, jostles roughly die to uneven ground. Occasionally they can hear a rock or stick hit the underside of the car.

When they finally arrive, it's at least ten minutes after they've stopped moving before the back doors open. No one speaks, not even the soldiers that shared the vehicle with them. Cold air nips at the exposed skin. Birds chirp in the distance. The werewolves can hear the steady trickling of a stream to the north.

The Lynx, however, isn't focused on sound. His blindfold glows a faint orange from the hue of his eyes that shine brightly beneath. Jensen usually has no problems seeing through any material. Whatever cloth they are using to shield his eyes also shields his sight. For the first time, his abilities are blocked from an outside force. Yet, he wills his eyes to change back and forth, struggling to find anything, any sort of shape, color, shadow...but none of it works. He's rendered hopeless.

The sudden grip of a gloved hand on his shoulder causes him to jump. "Let's go, glowstick." The same soldier from earlier replies gruffly. He pulls Jensen out of the vehicle and onto a patch of grass. He then proceeds to drag him to someplace else; sticks crunch beneath their feet as they tread across the seemingly wooded area.