I wake up in a large and wide, open plan room with a solid, undecorated concrete floor and dull walls. The room is slightly dimmed but is still easy to see, mainly candle lit.
The air is thick and it's hard not breathe, I see a vent at the top of the wall which is letting something in, I think it's wolfsbane. I'm lay on the ground and I'm blocked into a certain part of the room with bars.
"Nora." Blake coughs, catching my attention. I see that he's enclosed in the same thing next to me.
"Blake." I sigh, crawling across the ground to the bars where we can sit face to face with only steel bars between us. "What's happening?"
"I think your parents are hunters." He replies.
"Hunters?" I question.
"On this planet are people who dedicate their lives to hunting down and killing supernatural creatures." Blake explains.
"But how did they know? We were so careful." I sigh.
"They have a sick sense which hints at the idea." Blake says. "Your parents and Wyatt probably also found it weird that you just came away with me with no warning, to a hunter I'm sure that's an obvious sign."
"Also we have this handy compass here." Wyatt speaks up from the corner of the room. I hadn't even noticed he was there, this wolfsbane is really effecting my senses.
"A compass?" I question.
"It points in the direction of any type of supernatural being, its on overload right now." Wyatt replies
"Where are we?" I ask.
"In our basement." He scoffs. How didn't I know all this was down here? Who knows how many people were tortured down here when I was right upstairs. "Didn't you ever wonder why we weren't aloud down here?"
"But why wouldn't they tell me?"
"They were going too. They told me when I turned eighteen, I assumed they would of told you at the same time." Wyatt replies.
I crawl forward and grab on to the bars but instantly pull my hands back into myself as my skin begins to sizzle. "Ow!"
"Wolfsbane." Wyatt says.
"Wyatt you got to get us out of here, please." I say.
"Why? I put you down here." He replies. "Well with the help of mom and dad."
"Listen you pathetic excuse for a hunter if you don't let us out of here right now-"
"Let me stop you there." Wyatt says, interrupting Blake. "I have a lot of toys here that I'm not afraid to use. I've got wolfsbane water pistol, wooden bullets and things you can't even imagine."
"Wyatt please! Who can lock their own sister down here!?" I plead.
"You stopped being my sister when you became one of them." Wyatt spits.
"Your sick in the head!" Blake yells.
"You did this to her!" Wyatt snaps. "I'm going to enjoy ripping your limbs out and feeding you them, plunging piping hot metal poles into your body and letting you heal up instantly so I get to repeat the damage until you can't take it anymore. Then you'll watch me kill Nora, then finally, I'll slowly cut your head off."
"What happened to you?" I gasp.
"Shut up Nora! Your a crazy werewolf! You do not get to judge me!" Wyatt hisses. "Remember when we were young and you broke moms favourite lamp, you were terrified of them coming home and punishing you, that fear is nothing compared to what you should be feeling right now."