Not an Object, Not a Weapon

Chapter 2: quivering, trembling, wobbling

"It was for protection."

"No," I tell him not being able to form any other coherent words. Well, maybe his protection but not mine, how can erasing my memories be beneficial to me? There is something he doesn't want me knowing and it is infuriating that he doesn't seem to care that he's taken my fundamental right away to know who I am.

"People are fighting a war for you! He was trying to save you from the outside world!"

"What outside world!" My voice rises and Elias, without a second thought smacks me across the face sending my body flying to the ground. I want to focus on the fact that he knocked me to the ground but I'm more proud of myself that i spoke above a whisper. Enraged, his body starts spazzing and I notice his hands clenching and unclenching. Clearly I hit a nerve, what nerve, I'm not exactly sure of. Taking his appearance in one more time, I come to the executive decision to run. Lifting my left foot slightly, then my right foot, checking to make sure my body still functions right, I gather up all the strength I have and make a dash for it. My feet pound heavily against the pavement as my breathing picks up speed, probably too quickly.

"Hey!" He yells but I don't dare to turn around. Heel toe, heel toe,  I repeat to myself as I try to keep my mind focused and clear. "You can't run!" Try me, I think bitterly. "Okay maybe you can but you have to trust me! This is not what is best for you!"

Taking my memories is what is best? Keeping me in the dark unaware of everything going on is what is best? Trusting you is what is best? I think not. I burst through a metal door and take a deep breath in. After coming to the realization that I am hyperventilating, my run turns into a walk and I lift my neck up to notice the beautiful crescent moon.

"There she is!" A man yells with a menacing voice and I cringe, he seems to have the same authority as Avarija, only crueler. Crap. I just want answers but he is not the person I want to ask, something tells me I'll be in more physical pain than emotional pain.

"Please," I whisper not being able to sound like a fierce opponent.

"Come here my darling." My eyes widen, nicknames are never good.  Taking a few steps back, my back bangs into a brick wall.

"Running now are we?" A freezing voice utters behind me. Doing the most foolish thing possible, I turn my head to see the person who stopped my escape. I gulp rather loudly when I see a 6'6" man with a devilish smile and a spark in his golden eyes that reflect beautifully under the moon. Seeing him I just picture my life being flushed down the toilet, I am in deep dodo.

"Answers," my voice begs and at this moment, I can tell they have no respect for me, how could they? I am a weak 5'2" girl with hollowed out eyes and a permanent tear on my check showing the world how broken I truly am. I don't exactly scream  confidence. My hair falls in front of my face only a little and I can imagine the smirk this man is wearing although I cannot physically see it.

"I don't owe you anything," the main grabs the collar of my shirt and the minute his icy hand touches my neck I shiver just a little, "but you do owe me something."

The man in front of me watches with wide eyes almost afraid of the man behind me, well joy. "Shit," I hear Elias curse in the bushes just to my left, as if he has any excuse to curse. I, on the other hand, am attached to a threatening, cold-hearted man, still not having a single clue on what my name is.

"She is my property," Avarija comes into view, "release her now and we can go our separate ways."

"So that's your big speech, huh," the man behind me cackles, sounding slightly mad, "is that all this girl's life is worth to you? All it takes is one hit." One hit until what? "Why don't we let her decide?"