The spark
Coltons Pov: I wake up to the taste of iron. It take everything in me to clear my vision to see where I am. The last thing I remember was kissing my mate goodbye and walking home before some goons grabbed me and then I remember something stabbing what I assume to be a needle in my neck. That's how I ended up here. Well where ever here is. After awhile my eyes were able to focus and i was able to look around the room. It was an old wood shack. There is no way anyone lives here now but it's clear based of the broken and dusty furniture someone once lived here. When my sense started returning I finally felt the burning on my chest and wrist. Whoever took me strapped me down with silver chains. I don't even understand why someone would want anything to do with me. "Have you started to ask w
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