Immortals

One: Azalia

Snarling, I tried to break free from the henchmen, who only started to walk me towards the door. When we came towards my uncle, I planted my feet on the ground, refusing to take a step further as I looked the man who's caused to much misery in my life, "You know what I realized? Monsters; they aren't hiding under my bed, they aren't in my closet and they don't pick their teeth with human bones. They're like you. Twisted, insane, and delusional. They walk on two legs and wear...wait, is that Brioni?" I wondered, noticing the neatly pressed suit my uncle was wearing.

"Shut her up," He ordered his men who obeyed his orders as one dipped his hand into his pocket, and resurfacing with a white cloth and pressing it over my mouth before I could protest. I struggled to get out of their grip until my limbs went lack and a dark fog came upon me.

•••

I woke up to the sensation that my skin was burning and my head throbbing. The cold steel table I was laid on felt colder than snow. The room was brightly lit, almost like heaven except...a lot less cloudy. No puppies with wings, no chubby kids with halos.

"Sir, she's awake." A man's voice broke out in the silence.

Trying to raise my hand, it was abruptly stopped thanks to the metal restraints. Groaning, I hit my head back on the metal table.

"Yes, sir." The same man responded to no one. His voice seemed to bounce off the walls, making it hard for me to locate him, and it only made my headache a million times worse.

"I've never killed a god before," The man admits, this time to me. I felt like he was the Wizard of Oz, hiding behind a curtain, only, instead of giving me useless junk, he was going to make me a scratchy, thick rope necklace and kick the stool out from under me, "A princess, at that."

I tried to kick my leg up, but it was held down by the same metal as the restraints on my hands. I took a good look around me to see that there were wires connected to the metal bed. Following them, I saw a large black desk, which I'm assuming had the little switch he will flip to some torture I will go through, trying to figure out how many ways it will take to kill me.

"This might sting a little." He warned, not a hint of sympathy in his voice. Upon hearing the flip of the switch, I prepared for the voltage to fry me, but instead the whole room turned pitch black. My restraints unclasped from their grip on me.

I sat up from the bed, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, when out of no where, the guy was shooting. The noise was intense in the small room, and sparks flying made it easier for me to locate where he was. With luck on my side, finally, I decided I would do what Kai would have wanted me to do; fight back.

I made sure I was keeping low to the ground, crawling as fast as I could, getting closer and closer to the source of the gun shots. Assuming I was only a foot or two away from him, I reached my hand out, feeling the leather of his boot, wrapped my hand around it, and tugged as hard as I could, causing him to trip backwards.

With the sudden momentum and adrenaline I was feeling, I took my chance, rising to my full height, trying to find my way to the man in the dark.

Pushing my hand out in front of me, I felt his chest. I retracted my hand and brought my fist a little higher, connecting with his face. He tripped over something and fell to the ground. I got down and straddled his torso as I wrapped my hands around his neck. He tried gasping for air, but couldn't. He brought his hand up, trying to hit me with the gun he held, but failed as I pressed harder.

"How do I get out?" I demanded. If he valued his life at all, he would answer me.

"Why would I tell you?" He wheezed, drawing in what little air he had left.