*** SOME REALLY WEIRD SHIT GOES ON IN THIS CHAPTER SO... YEAH, JUST A WARNING!***
Chapter 29
CHRIS'S POV
The first thing that hit me was the smell.
I jumped awake with a loud intake of breath, my voice rasping slightly from lack of use. I involuntarily coughed due to my throat being so dry and clogged along with the fact that the room smelt strongly of rotting flesh, as I attempted to take in my surroundings with a throbbing leg and abdominal area.
Why can't I move...?
Blinking, the room I was in slowly stopped spinning; the blurriness that surrounded it gradually coming in and out of focus with every eye closure. Looking down, I was met with the sight of my body in the same clothes I had worn while visiting a suspected rogue den, but torn and bloody with a large stain on my stomach. I soon came to realise that the reason I couldn't move was because I was sat up on the wall with my arms chained to the wall with what must've been silver lined metal.
Slowly rolling my head, I took in the environment I was in; the dark dank conditions of the small prison like cell revealing that I was in some sort of containment. Squinting past the open bars, the sound of heavy slicing came to my attention.
However, once I realised what was happening, I seriously wished I had never woken up.
A butcher stood just a few meters away from the cell, his back turned to me as he had a heavy meat knife in his hands. Even from a distance I could see the red stains on his hands and apron, while he threw down the chopping knife heavily into a carcass.
A carcass wearing Steve's wristwatch.
I couldn't see clearly, but I definitely made out the lower arm with the silver watch being cut and thrown on the floor to the side, in the pile of other unimaginable pieces of different people. I held back vomit as I realised what this den was actually doing, and what was most likely happening to those corpses.
Oh shit, Steve...
It finally hit me that my close friend for over two decades was now most probably dead and being chopped up to pieces right in front of me; the reality of it all coming in full force as I fought the urge to breakdown and let the emotions which were currently willing for me to cry or smash the place into a million tiny pieces.
But more than anything...? I felt mad.
Real mad.
I had to put a stop to all this. I would avenge Steve as if it was my own life. I would avenge the boy who I used to make mud pies with. The teenager who would host parties with me, and the adult who'd help me with--
Suddenly, the butcher stopped mid chop and twitched his head to the side as if he heard something. I froze as he spun around to face me while holding his bloody knife in one hand, a surgical mask placed over his mouth, "Oh, you're awake."
I silently glared as he went over to the com on the side of the wall and picked up a walkie-talkie of some sort, turning to look at me as he held it close to his face, "Hey, tell Malcolm his new pet is awake."
Pet?
"You're going to have some fun." He chuckled, before wiping his hands on his apron and smiling from his beneath his mask as he exited the metal room with the smell of rotting flesh. The heavy door shut with a load clap as he exited, allowing me a few seconds of silence afterwards before I began yanking the chains which held up either arm next to me and dug into my wrists painfully. I was slowly feeling fear starting to seep into my being, and knew that if something didn't happened soon; I was going to have to do something stupid.
Really stupid.
"Cody! Cody..." I hissed through mind-link, trying to get my beta's attention but failing to hear anything in return. They must have blocked off any mental communication within this room (Like we had back home with the prison), hence the coms. Stupid Chris!
At least he knows the location I was at before I was knocked out...
The door clicked and groaned loudly as a tall, thin man along with two other larger guys who wore sweat shirts and bottoms emerged from the heavy door. The tall man wore a suit, as he practically skipped up to me once he noticed I was awake with a wide grin on his face.
"Look at you!" He practically cheered, coming to a stop in front of my 'cage'. From what I could tell, he wasn't a wolf. I wasn't sure what he exactly was; but he definitely wasn't all there if you catch my drift. However I said nothing and didn't move as I glared at the three men in front of me, analysing the situation. "How are you feeling?"
The two guys were obviously shifters, as they had the build and height however they looked lower-rank, meaning I could take them out. The main guy? He resembled a tooth-pick. I could probably kill him with a dirty look.
"Huh, a quiet one aren't ya? Are you hungry? You've been out for quite some time." He commented, getting out a tray of cooked meat from the counter and motioning for one of the guys to open the door. The one on his left nodded and brought forward some keys, unlocking the cell door and therefore allowing 'Malcolm' to come in.
Come closer you bastard so I can snap your neck!
"Ohohoh! I see your wolf is trying to make an appearance, well by all means! Don't be shy on my account! I'm dying to see him." He said, setting the food down and leaning in closer. Who the hell was this guy? "No? Oh alright then. Perhaps later... now eat, you need to keep your strength up!"
I glanced at the pile of limbs in the corner, and he saw.
"Don't worry, its chicken. That stuff is to go to the troll clans up north. You'd be surprised how many of them like wolf meat! It's a delicacy up there, did you know? They prefer it in human form though, minds for less chances of fur.
"Oh and umm, I hope you don't mind but, your friends... well waste what not want if you catch my drift; I hope you understand." He added, my gut dropping at his words. The entire group... gone... "However, you really are young though... You know when I first heard that your pack was in town, I almost didn't believe it. But here you are in the flesh; the big bad wolf... not so much now, huh? How is your mate by the way? Keeping warm?" he taunted, as I slowly seethed beneath my breath, that little bastard. Fighting an inner battle, my neck clicked and almost crunched in protest as I fought control. I could feel my eyes slowly darken as I took deep breaths.
"...What do you want?"
He crouched down to my level, lining his face with mine, "Oh he speaks! And to answer your question, what does anybody want these days? I need information. Knowledge is power or so they say. And right now, theoretically you're the most powerful person in this room; theoretically of course."
"What sort of information?"
He smiled, happy that I was cooperating for now, "I need to know where the elders are meeting. A friend of mine has an interest in the matter."
The elder meetings were kept a secret from the majority of the shifter race for this particular reason. Their location was kept hidden, as they were much more vulnerable to attacks due to their age (They weren't called elders for nothing-- Heck the youngest one to date is Hamish, the man who attempted to get Danny to settle in once she arrived at the house; and he's about 70). But, they were the peace keepers of our lands. Each pack had one or one pending. Hamish was ours and with him and the others they maintained the laws of the land. Persecuting the guilty and helping the innocent.
But of course some shifters knew where they were.
Including the high ranking alphas.
"... I don't know." I lied, keeping my face impassive as he scrutinized it closely. After a few moments he groaned and shot to his feet, walking away and seemingly frustrated about something.
"Oh come on, Christopher. Don't be that guy! Now, I know for a fact that you know and I'm not wasting this opportunity to find out. So, I'll ask again-- Where are the elders meeting?" He repeated, as I glared at him in pure resentment. I had no idea who this guy was, but I was going to kill him; whether guilty or not.
"I don't know." I repeated, not giving away anything. I wasn't going to tell him anything, no matter what.
"Fine," He sighed, looking at the ground as if in thought with a hand in his hair, "Maybe this'll help loosen that tongue of yours."
At his word, two people stumbled into the room, one having a leather bag over his head and a missing bloody arm; while the other grabbed his attached limb and shoved him forward. Once they were close enough, I refused to feel too much hope and relief as the man with a bag over his head looked suspiciously like Steven.
Please...
"You tell us where the meeting is, and I won't kill your friend." Malcolm said, gesturing casually to the armless man.
I glared, "How do I know it's really him?"
"Peter." He called, clapping twice which caused a chain reaction. The guy holding the alleged Steven quickly turned and yanked the bag off his head, revealing a pale and disorientated familiar face. Relief flooded through me at the face of my once dead friend, a massive weight being lifted from me but at the same time, I managed to keep my face impassive.
"...Happy?"
I shook my head before gesturing towards him with a nod, "That proves nothing. How do I know you're not using sorcery?"
He rolled his eyes, practically cocking his hip in frustration at my reply, "Fine, how do you want us to prove that it's him?"
"His scent."
"You're a wolf, and a powerful one at that. You can smell him easily--" He began, trying t counter act my request before I incorporated a part of the truth within the lie.
"Yes but his room isn't exactly rose tinted, is it? Even you have to admit that the blood and rotting flesh is a bit much; imagine what it's like for a wolf, huh?" I cut across, speaking quickly in order to speed up time. The longer Steve is left untreated, the higher the chance that he'll bleed out. "I need to be close to determine it. If it's him, and if you promise to let him go; then I'll tell you everything I know."
"No, Chris don't--"
"Deal." Malcolm agreed, cutting across Steve's protest as he stared down at me for a couple of minutes before sighing loudly and turning to one of the men. "Unchain him."
"But--"
"I said unchain him!" He snapped back, causing the other guy to grumble before coming into the cell and getting out a hoop of keys. Once he was near, he made work on releasing my arms and grabbing my shoulder roughly so that I didn't move too far.
Once I was free, he shoved me to a stand which caused me to stagger a bit as the pain from my abdominal area spiked. They had obviously stabbed me with something, but from what I could tell I'd live. However, I will admit that the trip was somewhat over-exaggerated; as I figured out when falling into the man that he had a gun in the waist-band of his jeans.
Perfect.
Once straightened, I was shoved once more as I limped towards my friend with a blank face. I couldn't help but glance down at the pile of discarded limbs and shudder slightly as I passed, feeling something inside stir as I spotted a smaller than the others hand and wrist with a pink charm-bracelet by the name of 'Chloe' on it.
F***ing animals.
"That's close enough!" Malcolm snapped, as I was brought to a halt about two meters away from Steve. I looked over my friend quickly, taking in his drowsy eyes and stooped posture. His left arm was gone, half way up his upper-arm completely missing. The stump was covered in heavily blooded bandages which did not look tight enough to stop blood-flow. His black hair was matted to his forehead with sweat as his face looked heavily bruised.
But alive all the same.
Through half-closed eyes, he stared at me for what seemed like hours but for what was merely a few seconds. I thought I saw a slight spark in his eyes which was confirmed when he nodded ever so slightly at me, giving me the signal and letting me know that he was able to fight if necessary. Or at the very least, defend himself. Nodding back, I positioned myself better to be able to grab the gun to the guy behind me on my right better, the other goon coming to my left as I stood in the middle of the room.
"Well, are we satisfied?" Malcolm asked sarcastically, looking between me and Steve with scrutiny.
I said nothing as I counted to ten in my head, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and planning to give the signal to duck once I finished the count-down. Malcolm continued to ramble on about how we should all count our blessings. How we should be grateful for what we have and cherish what we don't.
He's insane...
But then the insane man started getting personal.
"--I mean take your mate for instance. Lovely little thing. Shame about what happened to her, isn't it? And imagine what would happen if something would happen to you? She'd be gone within a week! Have you any idea how hard it is to get to her? It took us months to get to you, so how long do you think it'll take us to get to your most prized possession? Must be--"
I'll admit, I snapped for the first time in months.
And I slowly felt my memories fade away into someone else's.
"Vatican Cameos." I muttered loudly, Steve's eyes widening as he quickly elbowed out of his captures hold and practically dived to the floor. I noticed his bloody arm before reaching out behind me in the same second, I grabbed the barrel of the gun slightly hidden behind the man behind me's coat and swung around; clicking the safety off and firing the shot at the guys head within two seconds.
Not wasting anytime, I turned to the other guard and shot him square between the eyes; the life draining from him as I turned and shot Steve's capture. Quickly aiming for the man in suit, I went lower and shot his thigh; causing a cry of pain to escape his lips as he fell practically into the pile of discarded limbs.
Storming over quickly, I shot him twice more in the lower leg before grabbing him by the tie, chocking him slightly as I brought his face to mine and spat in it, "Those were for my wolves."
He whined as I readjusted my hold and dug the gun barrel into his crotch, "Now, as it happens, I have a few questions as well. So you better answer or it's bye-bye to old Jr here, do you understand?"
He nodded.
"Good. Now, who are you?"
"Y-you don't know?" He chuckled shakily through the pain, forcing a smile as he patronized me. "Well this is rich--"
I dug the gun further in, "I'm not f***ing around! Tell me!"
"O-oh this goes way bigger than you think big-guy. Those elders better be ready for an uprising because that's what they're going to get! You think your mate is the only one? No, this has been happening for years! We've been waiting a long time for this opportunity."
Mate?
"Whose we?"
He leaned up, shaking as he brought his mouth close to my ear, "Everyone. Everyone who isn't a part of your stupid regime. There will be a revolution. The revolution of the rogues! We'll be the ones on top, we'll be--"
"F**k this." I muttered, before dropping the mad-man on the ground and standing tall before aiming for his head.
"It will only be a matter of time before we find her again, Christopher. There is no escape for Danielle Perkins now." He coughed, laughing slightly at the end as I cocked an eyebrow up in honest confusion, staring down at the man who lay before me with pitch-black eyes.
"Who?"
But before he could answer, a gun-shot blew into his head and killed him instantly; the sound ricocheting off the walls and causing an eerie echo to fade into heavy silence. Malcolm lay on the ground with his blood pooling around him as I side-stepped over him and made my way to the limbs by his body.
Reaching down, I as gently as possible took off the charm bracelet off the little girl's hand; once obtained tying it around my wrist quickly. I would avenge Chloe, and I would need to find out who this Danielle Perkins was before she was taken.
Maybe she had answers...
Going over to Steve who was slowly propping himself up on the counter, I turned one last time and looked down at the disgusting man in front of me, "And I'm not Christopher."
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SO YES, THERE WAS SOME WEIRD STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER! But, I've been playing too much OUtlast and listening to my friend who likes to watch Hannibal. I'm tired. And i'm in a tortury kind of mood, okay? No judge.
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Orphaned on her seventh birthday, Allie Mccloskey was thrown into the foster system and spat out at the age of eighteen to fend for herself; the little money and education she obtained within her short life her only hope.
One year down the line and things aren't any better. Not only is she still getting nowhere, but strange things have been happening around her lately. Objects disappearing and moving, shadows in the corner of her eye, quiet chuckles seemingly out of nowhere which only she can hear and the sudden feeling of being watched being a reoccurring scenario.
All of these strange occurrences are however explained suddenly one day, when a dark haired menace appears from thin air right in front of her; claiming to be the guardian angel who will protect her due to a favour he'd promised an old friend a long time ago.
Follow the story of Allie, as she learns to accept the new, strange world she has been thrown in; as well as Donavon's journey of remembering to be human once more, and all the consequences that follow due to that venture.
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