A Prisoner, that's what I am.
I'm being held captive inside this stupid cell, that has no source of a bathroom. I get that I'm an animal, but they could've had the courtesy of putting me in a cell with a bathroom. I've pissed on myself about twice now. My wet jeans are pissing me off, that and along with these silver chains burning my risk. The smell of my own flesh makes me sick. I rather have on the other chains that only made me feel weak.
Faith seriously has not been on my side during these past few months!
I've been here inside this cell for hours, yet I still can't break out. When I woke up from being knocked out, I was already inside the cell. This cell is different from those they use to use in the prisons during when the humans were in charge. It's like they designed this cell just for me.
Seems like some of the humans have been busy planning against me.
I give them land, and yet this is how they treat me.
Come on Natasha think! I say inside my head. I've tried countless amount of times to mindlink Yiska, but every time I try my nose starts bleeding and I get a raging headache. Taking a deep breath, my hands wrap around the chains and I try once again for the hundredth time to break them.
I sigh in defeat. It doesn't work. The chains are still bolted into the ceiling. This is all scarface fault. He just had to bring me here. Once I get out of here, I swear on the Gods I'm going to rip his tongue out.
My body shivers. My lycan side is begging to break free. I haven't shifted in weeks. To a lycan, it's very uncomfortable and uncommon to not shift at least four times a day. My lycan side wasn't like my vampire side. While my vampire side is surprisingly calm, my lycan side is the complete opposite.
All it knows is rage.
I snap out of my thoughts as an idea comes into mind. Staring back and forth at both of my hands, I lick my lips preparing myself.
This is going to hurt
Inhaling a deep breath, my eyes close. Lifting my hands up as far as I can, I smash it back into the concrete wall with force. The sound of my bones cracking sounds throughout the cell. Biting my tongue to muffle my screams, I continue the process until my hands are able to slip out of the chains.
I fall from the wall and onto the ground, groaning in pain. My body lays on the ground for a while, so it can heal. When I hear the sounds of my bones cracking back into place, I stand up and walk to the cell door. Feeling the texture of the door, I come to the realization that its metal. This would be easy to break through.
Lifting my left leg up, I kick the door, sending it flying across the other room. I walk out of the room, not having a clue on where to go. The only thing that's on my mind is getting the hell out of here undetected. King Garrett will be dealt with accordingly, but for now getting out of here is my only goal. Surely I can handle this whole situation by myself, but that would only result in me killing everyone.
Not everyone needs to die. Especially when it's because of someone else's fault.
I stumble upon a room, listening for any sound of a heartbeat or any other sign of human life in the room. Walking into the room, black is the first thing that I notice. Everything is black. My eyes land on a painting on the black painted wall and it instantly catches my interest. The extravagant brush strokes and bright bold colors, makes the painting stand out. And the muse of the painting is a woman with warm chestnut color hair and pastel white skin, which makes her pink lips stand out. Her cheeks are chubby, and she has dimples. Whoever painted this painting took their time. You can tell that the painting is important to them.
My ears perk up, hearing the sound of footsteps. Whoever it is, is definitely the owner of this room. I can tell by the familiar scent.
My eyes flicker to the window and I quickly walk towards it. Opening the window, I look down at the distance. It's a high jump. A really, really high jump to be exact. The sound of the footsteps is getting closer to the room.
Come on Natasha jump! I encourage myself. I launch myself out the window, the sound of wind whooshing in my ears. The cold air rushes past my skin as I accelerate faster and faster. Bracing myself for impact, I land on my legs, in a pile of snow. Looking up, there are humans everywhere in my line of vision. All eyes are on me. Everyone is standing up quietly, looking at me with wide eyes.
So much for undetected
Wasting no time, I run into the woods. I can hear the people now yelling and screaming.
So damn over dramatic
Once I'm a good distance away from the castle, I stop running. Catching my breath, I lean against a big tree.
The tree stands erect from the grass, its pink blossom blows away with a large gust of wind. Out of the middle of nowhere, I feel a surge of electricity shoot through the back of my arm. "What th---" I don't get to finish my sentence, because once again electricity shoots through my neck. My body goes limp, and I fall to the ground. I can hear the footsteps getting closer to me until I see a pair of boots.
My face turns into a glare, seeing who it is that tased me.
It's fuckin scarface.
"Fuckin pussy!" And then the world goes dark.
-
Do you ever get a feeling that you're being watched? Well, that's how I feel right now, it's just that it's not a feeling. I know for a fact that I'm being watched, and I know exactly who's watching me. His scent is exotic. It smells like freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day. Opening my eyes, the familiar cell comes to view. And instead of being tied up, I'm laying on a mattress.
"I can feel you staring," I say, turning around. His dark figure hides where there's no sun in the cell. His eyes aren't the same blue ones I seen back at the woods, they're now glowing bright silver, almost like the ones that the Silver Eyes birds have. A stony glare craves into his eyes. On impact, my fangs come out, and I'm ready to defend myself. His glare is like chunks of ice cutting into my skin. It makes me uncomfortable. "You keep glaring like that, you'll have so many wrinkles by the time you hit thirty."
He scoffs, walking closer to me. A glare still marks his features. "You mean like how you do now?"
I smirk. "Very funny scarface. I didn't peg you as the type to crack jokes." Leaning back on the bed, I stare up at the ceiling. "Why won't you let me go home?"
"Because that's not an option."
"Your face isn't an option."
"That was lame." He says. I lift myself up and become face to face with him. He's close... real close. His eyes aren't silver anymore, they're back to they're regular blue. "I'm only here to tell you one thing, and one thing only.
I look down at his lips. "And what's that Scarface?" I smirk. "You wanna kiss me?"
"You're old enough to be my grandmother's mother. Actually twice her age, the last thing I'd ever want to do is kiss you." He pauses for a second when he sees I don't respond. "Stay the hell out of my room."
I smirk. "So that was your room? I knew I smelt your scent." My fangs go back in. "Who's the lady on your wall?" His eyes darken back to they're silver color. His hand wraps around my throat, as he tries to choke me. On instinct, my hand wraps around his throat too. We glare at one another, both gripping each other's throat hard. "You know, I'm starting to think you have a choking fetish." I croak out.
The door to the cell opens and a man walks in. His eyes go from Scarface then to me. He looks at us confused. "Am I interrupting something?"
Me and Scarface break eye contact for a second to stare at the man. "Yes!" We both say in union, still choking one another.
The guy lifts his hands up in surrender. "Well excuse me. It's not like you guys had a 'Do not disturb' sign on the door." He says, sarcastically.
Scarface finally let's go of my throat, causing me to do the same. "Stay the fuck out of my room." He sneers, before standing up and leaving out the cell.
"Sure thing scarface!" I shout. I look back at the man, who is looking at me shocked. "What? I have something on my face."
He shakes his head. "No... no. It's just, you called him Scarface."
I look at him confused. "Yeah so, what about it?"
"You just called him Scarface and you're still alive." He takes a look at me. "With all body pieces still intact."
I shrug. "Your point?"
The man's face reddens, shaking his head. "Nothing, never mind. Forget I said anything." He clears his throat. "You have to come with me."
Standing up, I turn to him. "Where too?"
"My father wants to talk to you." My ears perk up hearing the word father.
So this is King Garrett's son
I'm guessing he got his looks from his mother because King Garrett is nowhere near handsome as his son. This makes me wonder how Garrett's other son looks like. Hopefully, he takes after the mother as well too. Though I doubt I'd see him around. Rumour has it, that his other son barely stays at the castle and that he and King Garrett don't see eye to eye.
Standing to my feet, I waste no time leaving the room. Together we walk, to where King Garrett is.
Yiska can you hear me? I try mind linking. Pain shoots through my head, causing me to grab a hold of my head.
"You should stop trying to mind link." The guy says, helping me up. "You're only hurting yourself." He lets go of me. "My brother linked you to him, so whenever he feels you mind linking someone or even using your power, he causes your headache and nosebleeds." He hands me a tissue to wipe my nose.
I snatch the tissue from him. "Where the fuck is your brother so I can beat his ass. Playing with people's head is rude!"
The man chuckles. "You just met him, darling. The guy you call Scarface is my brother."
My face scrunches up. So Scarface is King Garrett's son. That makes zero sense. "That asshole is your brother?!" I screech. "What the hell is your brother, because he sure as hell isn't human. You're human, I can smell it through your scent, so how exactly are you guys related?"
The man smiles, as we continue to walk. He has tousled dark blond hair, which is thick and shiny. His eyes are a mesmerizing hazel, with flecks of silvery light. His face is strong and defined. "As much as I'd like to tell you, I can't. My father forbids that we ever talk about it." He clears his throat. "I must say, Ms. Natasha, I do apologize on behalf of both my father and brother. I wanted for you to come here willingly, but my father decided against it."
"Appreciate it," I say as we stop at a huge door.
"I'm Alexander by the way." He says, before opening the door. I walk into the room, taken back at how the room looks like. The room is painted grey, and it has only one window. On the black desk sits a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of paper. A bookshelf, bursting with books is in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight. A few pens are lying on the papers, but some are on top of the bookshelf.
"Queen Natasha, glad you can join us." A deep voice says from behind me.
I roll my eyes, before turning around. "King Garrett, I wish I could say the same." My lips form into a straight line. "Why the hell did you make your son bring me here! And it better be a good reason."
Garrett flinches, visibly gulping at the sound if my voice. He clears his throat. "I understand your frustration, Natasha. And as much as I rather you were not here right now, I'm afraid that I have to put my dislike for supernatural creatures aside so we can help each other."
"What do you mean?"
He sighs. "We have to wait till the others get here."
I frown at the old man. "The others? Who are you talking about?"
"Us." An Authoritative voice answers.
"He's talking about us." Another voice says.
My blood boils hearing the sound of their voices. I turn around facing the two Gods that I despise. "What the fuck are you guys doing here?"
Zeus glares at me. "Mind your tongue girl." His curls are midnight black and his eyes are dark brown. His skin is tan and he has prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and nose. Zeus is pretty tall if you ask me.
"Or what, you'll 'hurt' me?" I chuckle humorously. "Keep in mind Zeus that I am the one who killed half your people and made both you and your brother surrender to me."
Poseidon's fist balls up. "We are your Gods, you will respect us!" Poseidon is the exact opposite of Zeus. We're the same height, and instead of him having black hair, he has blond. He has no hollow skin, no prominent bones in his shoulders or face, and a thickness to his skin.
I smirk, taking a step towards him. "Actually, I beat you in your own fight. Therefore I am your God!"
"Why is she here?" Zeus demands.
"Enough!" King Garrett yells. All eyes snapped to him. "You all are over the age ten, so act like it." He sits down at his desk, motioning for everyone to do the same. "As much as I hate to admit it, Natasha here has done a good job with keeping the peace here on earth. Because of what she is, we will need her for this fight."
"What are you talking about, what fight?" I ask.
Zeus speaks up. "Hades son is building an army." He pauses, looking out the window. "An army to kill every living thing on earth."
I frown. "Hades has a son?" The shock is an understatement. Odessa never told me they had a son.
Poseidon looks at me in disgust. "Yes, our brother has a son. His name is Rahul, but you may know him as Satan. He is the first ever demon to be created, making him the King of Demons." Poseidon sits down, his eyes still staring at me. "When you decided to break the underworld barrier, you released him and now he wants to kill everyone on earth?"
Zeus turns to me. "When me and Poseidon cursed Hades to the underworld, it was because of Rahul. He's always been one for destruction and he stops at nothing till he gets what he wants. Hades couldn't see that, so we cursed them both."
I nod taking all the information in. "Not to be rude, but what does any of this have to do with me?"
King Garrett sighs. "Other than the fact that you released Rahul, he's after you."
"Why would he be after me?" I ask.
Garrett looks at me, emotionless. "Rahul is an original."
A breath escapes my lips, as I lean back in the chair. Everything is starting to make sense now. "Rahul is an original, which means the blood that Odessa gave me to drink the night I was dying is mixed with his. Which makes me part demon."
"Exactly," Zeus says. "He wants you because you're a hybrid and because you're the only one powerful enough to activate and use the stones."
"What stones?"
"The seven stones of the seven deadly sins." Poseidon answers. "Arsdot [Greed], Partibergite [Lust], Hueean [Envy], Manriite [Wrath], Kneiposite [Pride], Quarriite [Sloth], and finally Niohtelite [Gluttony].
"Who created them?" I ask.
"The universe did," Zeus says. He eyes Garrett before clearing his throat. "Before you, there was another that could activate and use the stones. She died a long time ago.
"How?"
"Rahul killed her, but enough on that." Garrett stands up, looking flustered. He was holding something back. "Because you are the only one powerful enough to use the stones, we need you to get them before Rahul does. So Hades and Poseidon can bring them to Olympus."
"Why Olympus?"
"Because it's physically impossible for Rahul to get in." Zeus answers.
"The reason you were taken, is because we don't need Rahul finding you. If you agree to help us, no one can know where you are. That means no contact from your people. Do you understand?" I nod. "Wonderful, now do you agree to help us?"
I take a minute to think about it. All I have to do is find the stones, return them to Zeus and Poseidon then I'm done.
How hard can that be?
Easy right?
"I'm in," I answer.