Chapter 1- Captured
My name is Natasha but my name on the street has become Natasha Fierce. I suppose I should start at the beginning. My real name was originally Shelly Campbell or at least that’s the name I was born with. Like most everyone I had a mother and father, my mother's name was Catherine and father’s name was Glenn. I had 2 brothers one was Dalton age 8 and Dakota age 2. We lived in a nice house and came from money, so I never had to worry about anything. I had a wonderful childhood up until the night they came for me.
All those stories, mythology and folklore you hear about, well most of all it is real. Vampires, werewolves, demons, warlocks, witches etc... Apparently, there was some prophecy somewhere out there made by a sear that a girl of 17 years old with the surname Campbell born on the 19th of January with blonde hair blue eyes would be strong enough to hold an immense power. Lucky me I fit the description along with a dozen other girls.
After my family and I went to sleep after family night of playing board games eating popcorn and watching movies that’s when my whole life ended. Warlocks broke into my home, and they made sure they left no witnesses when they took me. I remember hearing my mother’s scream first followed by my brothers’ footsteps, cries and then loud thuds as their bodies hit the floor. I was so terrified all I could think to do was hide under my bed which of course they found me right away I mean it’s the first place you freaking check.
They knocked me out with a chloroform rag and when I woke up, I was chained in a cold cement room with one other girl I would later find out was named Amy. They starved us and torture us for months using witches to heal us when we came too close to death or became too weak as a part of toughening us up or seeing how much our bodies could handle to prepare us for what would come next. None of us knew what was coming for us, none of us had any idea what they were planning.
Amy, I came to find out, was the only child of her father Jonathan and mother Crystal. Crystal had died of cancer the year before, she prayed every day that she would somehow be found and go home to her father who only had her left. She told me she knew he would die if she did not go home to him. About 6 months after arriving, six months of torture, they finally came for Amy and me. They handcuffed us and took us to a room with some creatures and some humans or at least human looking people handcuffed to walls all connected through Iv’s and wires leading to a human sized clear capsule where they put Amy in it.
Once they pulled a lever connected to the wall, I heard everyone screaming but Amy’s screams rang the loudest. It looked like the life force was being sucked out of the creatures and pulled into Amy, I couldn’t understand why they would want to pull life force from them into her but it appeared to be what was happening, only it stopped and Amy dropped to the floor it was like her body was rejecting whatever was being sucked into her and the creatures and people went from looking old and shriveled up to looking normal again, albeit drained. Amy was slumped in a pile on the floor. She looked limp and lifeless on the ground looking pale and I realized she was dead.
I almost didn’t recognize the shrill scream that escaped my mouth as I realized the girl who had become my best friend over the last 6 months of torture and hell, the girl I had spent a cell with and confided in for the last 6 months was dead. As instantly as the scream left my mouth the warlock that was holding me by my shackles smacked me across the face with the back of his hand. “Shut up, you're next stupid bitch.” He said.
I remember the human looking girl that was chained up and connected to the machine. She looked no older than me and she looked almost sorry as soon as I got in the machine. Whatever they were trying to do I was determined if I by some miracle survived this somehow someway, I was going to destroy this place and everyone in it so they can never do this to anyone else, they would never destroy another family like they did mine and God knows how many other girls they had done this too.
