The Last Stranger (On hiatus/Rewriting)

Just the beginning

Valarie POV

I woke up in a cold dark cell. The blood circulation in my arms felt like they were being stopped. When I twisted my head to look at them, because they were behind my back, I found out they had been tied together using zip wires. So much for getting kidn*pped peacefully. My first thoughts were to either mind link someone or use my powers to get out but I didn’t try any of that. I could feel an enchanted barrier around the building. It’s very feint but still here. If I try anything it could alert someone. 

I was thinking of ways to get out until I spotted someone in a cell opposite me. Although it was very dark, my eye sight is great at night so it didn’t bother me. The guy looked badly beat up. Blood all over his face so I couldn’t really make out any of his facial features. I was disgusted at how anyone could do something like this. Poor guy. Hang on is he wearing a weirdly familiar black necklace? Didn’t I give that to Angelo? Realisation hit me.

“ANGELO. ANGELO CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

“No he can’t” A voice to my right said. I turned my head to see who it is.

“Who the hell are you? Did you do that to Angelo? What the f**k are we doing here? What do you want from u-“ he raised his finger to his lips.

“Shh shh shh. So much questions I’m getting a headache. Also you’re in no position to ask any questions. Keep quiet unless you want you’re friend there to sleep” I was about to speak but he continued “Permanently” He added making me stop all thought of talking back. “Good girl” I mentally gagged at the name. 

“It’s Vala-“ He pointed to Angelo before raising an eyebrow which made eye stop talking because I knew what he was trying to imply. 

“Now that I have you’re att-“ I was still looking at Angelo, with worry written all over my face, until he cleared his throat.  “Undivided attention. Now if you don’t mind following me” He said opening my cell.

“I don’t have much of a choice so let’s go shall we” I put on an obviously fake smile.

“Wise choice. Would hate for your friend to have to start living on life support” He grabbed and pulled me along. Before I was completely out the room took one last glance at Angelo and he created a ‘S’ with his hands and held up 9 fingers. “Ay eyes ahead” He said before going silent. I made sure to get a good look at everything while walking because it could be very handy. 

We went into a room with a huge window on one side so people could see the inside from out. It was like one of those interrogation rooms you see in a lot of movies. 

“We’re here, show some respect” He spoke again but with a bit more anger in his voice. 

What is that about? I didn’t do anything bad right? And respect? I didn’t know who he meant until I looked up and saw a bald man with scars on every inch of his body visible to the regular eye. His eyes showed no emotion whatsoever. They lacked colour too. I was going to continue to observe him but my head was suddenly pushed down. The guy who dragged me hear also had his head low. It was like a bow but just with his head. Is this what he meant by respect? What do these people  know about respect? They f*****g kidn*pped Angelo then me and stabbed Namjoon.

“No need for that every time. Makes me uncomfortable” The guy in front of me said. The guy next to me finally let go of my head and I lifted it. “So shall we begin?”  

“Begin? Begin what?” I asked confused. They just smirked at me before I was held from the back by the man next to me. How did he even get a hold of me so quickly. The scarred man pulled out a pocket knife and I now understood why  i was here. “You guys are pathetic. You want answers? You’ll never get them”

“Don’t worry about us. We’ll get ans-“ I cut the bald guy off.

“Let the blade do the talking because this conversation is getting boring”

“Huh? Brave are you? Guess we’ll see how long this conversation lasts”

20 minutes later I’m still being held. Trust me I’ve thought about fighting them but then what will they do to Angelo? They’re definitely going to punish him for something I’ve done and he can’t take anymore. I’ve been cut so may times I’ve lost count. It wasn’t ok bad at the start but he began to cut deeper and that shut hurt like a b***h. I didn’t scream or whimper once though. Skeletors staring really did come in use.

To be continued