Run, Run, Run, As Fast As You Can

Again

Unfortunately for him, I also had trust issues. Something about trusting a mad man just didn't sit right with me. 

"Speaking of things you mentioned earlier," I said in an even voice, "They drag me back every time I get out. What makes you think I don't have an army looking for me right now? It wouldn't be the first time."

Jambres smiled, but there was nothing happy about the evil glint in his eyes, "They will be too busy cleaning up what's left of their castle and tending to their injured to worry about who escaped."

'What's left of their castle,' he bombed them. That was the only thing I could think of that would cause any damage to the ancient brick building. Most of the werewolves probably would have smelled that there was explosives close by, though. They would have been able to evacuate most of them before the bomb went off because they would have been evacuating themselves if they had half a brain. 

The humans... They may not have been quite as lucky, but I'm not sure how much I actually care. It's not like they had any real intelligence anyway. They literally signed up to be slaves. I watched them sign up to be slaves. They were happy about it. 

"What about my guard? He was given special instructions to watch out for me."

"Falcon was a fool. When Armaros was giving you that first dose of chloroform, I had another wolf attack him. He's dead now, so you don't need to worry about him coming after you."

I froze. 

If he wanted me to want revenge, he just succeeded. I wanted revenge. I wanted to watch someone get tortured for hours on end in the worst ways possible. He had invoked the feelings that he was looking for. What he didn't count on, was that it was his blood that I wanted. I wanted to rip his throat out and feed it to his deranged followers. He murdered Bambi and I wanted his blood. 

"Thank you," I said, hoping he couldn't see the hatred that I knew was burning in my eyes, "but why did you do that for me? Why am I so special?"

"Straight to the point. I like that," he said looking at me with satisfaction, "I need someone that can help me break into places like the HMH that you grew up in. I have a good pack, but none of them are smart enough for that kind of work. Armaros could barely sneak into the ball, and they don't have anyone guarding that. I need someone who knows the ins-and-outs of their security and how to out-smart their people. You are perfect for the job. It helps that you are famous for hating the hierarchy. You might even hate it more than I do. They took you away from your home."

"I see," I said trying not to show my disgust at being compared to him, "I understand why you say I hate these people that I've never actually met, but why do you hate them?"

He paused for a second, thinking about his response, "I am the king's brother. His older brother, in fact. I was supposed to be king, but father thought I wouldn't make a good king. He thought I was crazy, actually. Can you believe it? My own father!" he exclaimed, spinning around to punch the brick wall behind him.

Yeah I can believe it, I thought, not only can I believe it, I can also see where he was coming from. You're totally off your rocker. 

"When he died, my brother took the throne and most of the kingdom accepted him as their king, but he's not their rightful king, I am. So, I took the people who knew I was supposed to be the ruler and we made this place. It's a fortress of our own. It takes nearly a week to get here if a wolf runs. Fortunately we had cars, so we didn't have to keep you drugged up for that long."

"I appreciate it," I said trying to hold back the sarcastic tone that wanted to come through. 

"No problem. They're stolen anyway."

So he steals his vehicles and his 'staff'. 

Would he let me out now if I asked? Possibly. He thinks I'm going to be a faithful little slave. He's more delusional than I previously thought if he's actually stupid enough to let me out, but I don't doubt him at this point. 

"Will you let me out now. I'm hungry and I hate being behind bars," I said glaring at the things in front of me. 

"Sorry. I think we all just assumed that you were use to them," he said before looking to a guy that was standing by the door, "Armaros, let the lady out."

I was use to bars. That didn't really change anything, though. I'd never met anyone that actually liked being locked up. Besides, I was use to a more metaphorical kind of bars. The multiple tracking devices I'd been forced to wear, guards, cameras, that kind of thing but this was the first time it was actual bars. 

When the meek guy, who had been standing close to the door the whole time, stepped closer I could see that he was the same guy that drugged me at the ball. The same dirty blond hair flopped into the same hazel eyes. I suppose he could be considered handsome with his boyish looks, but to me he was just the guy that put me in yet another cage. 

He smiled slightly sheepishly at me as he walked up to the bars of the cage and unlocked the door. 

"Hello, again," he said as I walked toward the door. 

"Who changed me clothes?" I asked glaring up at him. 

"Well, I didn't want you to ruin that pretty dress, so I..." 

He didn't get any further. I stomped on his foot as hard as I could before kneeing him in the groin and kicking him in the face when he bent over to protect his privets. 

I felt a small sense of satisfaction when I heard the air whoosh out of him and watched as he collapsed to the floor. 

"Don't change my clothing when I'm unconscious. It's impolite," I said in a dead voice as I walked past him.

Jambres looked at me amused as I walked over to him. "You certainly do have a lot of attitude, don't you?" he asked as I got closer. 

I punched him. A satisfying crack came from his nose as he started to stumble backwards. To my amusement his tripped over his own feet and landed on his butt. 

He looked up at me with anger burning in his ice blue eyes and blood seeping from his nose. 

"Don't order people to drug me, and definitely don't put me behind bars," I said before walking out the door to the dungeon and going to look for the kitchen. 

I knew he was going to come after me, but he wasn't going to do any real damage. He wanted me to help him break into some werewolf government building. All I really did was show him that he's not as smart as he thinks he is. I showed him that I'm not going to just fall at his feet because he 'saved' me.

In fact, I'm going to put him through hell because of everything he's done when he thought he was helping me. 

If I wanted to, I could have easily ran away right there and then, but I didn't know which way civilization was, and I hadn't gotten even a fraction of the revenge I wanted.

So I was going to stay for a little while, and in the mean time, Jambres was going to pay. 

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A/N Would you guys be horribly disappointed if I did the next chapter in someone else's POV?