Book 2: Secrets

Elicia:

“Elicia… Honey, wake up.” Feathery wisps trailed along my trembling jaw, groaning against the throbbing that felt like it was jackhammering my eyeballs from their sockets.

“Oh, good, you can hear me.” Tiny toes brushed over the seeping cut along my bottom lip, flinching back from the burning sting that surged into my thumping eyeballs.

“ffff-uuuccckkk Thyra!” Hissing out in a strangled rasp as the rusty semi-chain scrapped further into my aching neck muscles, pulling enough to be reminded that my wrists were bound and suspended out to my sides, while my knees dug angrily into the old, splintered beam turned bench with my ankles chained shoulder width apart.

“ow, I’m sorry honey. Tiny paws at the moment.” Her soft voice pulling a weak smile from my sliced and swollen lips, feeling the cooling effect of the lip balm as she delicately rubbed over the tender flesh. Shivering against the cool cellar air as it danced around the dimly lit space with dust particles and flying annoyances that would feast on the dried blood caked heavily along my torso and face.

Where are they?

“Turned in for the night. They really did a number on you.” Her little black pools misted over as her whiskers twitched and wobbled with her crinkled nose.

Closing my aching eyes as the tears painfully slipped from the swollen flesh, gasping out shaky breaths as Bain and Dani’s tormenting, screamed from every nook of my foggy mind. “They could never care about you.” Flinching against the snapping crack of the whip as it sliced through the fleshy barrier along my back muscles, shredding open the t-shirt that lingered with Christmas cottage.

The only comforting article of material protecting me from my harsh reality.

“You’re just another “good fuck” to them. Trained killers with an insatiable thirst for pain and pleasure.” Screaming out in agony as the scorching flames charred and blistered my belly flesh, while Dani laughed demonically pulling away the blow-torch then plunging it back into my festering flesh.

“who could love a lonely, lost orphan.” Crying out in betrayal as Bain’s whispering words, shredded the last thread of hope I had secretly tucked away.

Gagging back the lump that formed as the sound of metal clanking hollowly, drew our attention, flinching against Thyra’s little toes as she scurried down my arm onto the suspended chains as the heavy mechanical lock clanked open. Shivering against the screeching hiss of the hinges as the rusty, mildew painted door swung open with Bain’s uncle sitting smugly in his wheelchair.

“You ready to see why they call me Titan?” His cold timbered voice rattled my bones in a dark sickening shiver as Bain and his father, stepped around his poised position. Snapping back against the heavy chains as their calloused palms set fire to my bruised flesh, allowing my weak frame to fall with the heavy semi-chains still collared around my tender neck.

“what now?” Rasping out against the chained collar, hissing out as the skin from my toes scrapped off against the stone flooring, jerking back against their constricting grips. Dragged from my musty cell, down the stone and wooden beamed hallway as Dani mockingly waved to enter into a barred cell with dirt flooring.

Dropped violently to the dirt, spitting and coughing out the gritty dust that swirled into my lungs as Bain unclasped the dangling chains, leaving the collar with a firm shove to the back. Lifting myself up on shaky arms, groaning against the aching throb that ripped through my bones as a loud clank drew my eyes up to a dirty blonde male, stacked to the heavens with muscles and cold, deep blues that twinkled with malice.

“Let’s see what you got, little orphan.” His heavy Russian accent sent shivers through my body as Bain and Dani leaned against the outer wall, while his father and uncle smiled smugly from the shadows.

Lifting myself up to my bloody feet, gripping my knees to ease the trembling in my legs as Titan wheeled himself into the soft light that filtered through the stone window taking a snap-shot of the heavily tree-covered mountains. Smelling in the fresh coolness of the mountain air as it swirled around the cell, steadying my breathing as the Blonde Hulk paced slowly along the barred wall.

“This is a fight for survival. Let’s see who lives.” Titan chuckled darkly, lifting his finger up in a sharp movement to signal the blonde Hulks approach, dodging the first forward thrust-kick but slammed back by a heavy right fist into the barred wall with a hollowed clanging thud.

Coughing out bloody mucus as my head snapped down into a solid upward knee with a hollowed crunch. Shaking off the jackhammer that drilled and pounded angrily along my eyes, digging my nails into his goliath forearms as his fingers twisted and yanked my matted locks from the roots with a whimpering yelp.

“You’re weak.” His hot vodka laced breath, fanned along my face as his fingers lifted my shocked and numbed body to eye level, bracing for the next round of bone-crippling pain but the tingling heat swirling in my veins gave me hope. Remembering all the nights spent with Bailey, kicking field goals for fun, locking onto those deep blues as his right fist reached back ready to knock my ass out cold, until my right leg snapped aggressively into his balls with the satisfying crunch of his nuts against my shin.

Tumbling forward with his left hand still gripping my locks, elbow dropping into his ribs with a quick knee to the sternum as his fingers loosened against my locks, allowing me the opening to shuffle back to my feet. Swoop kicked to my back with a loud “ouf!” as his muscular frame slipped over my thrashing body, pinning my limbs to the ground as his hands laced around my neck, squeezing the air from my lungs.

“Feisty, little orphan bitch.” His dark timbered voice chuckled as the air squeezed from my lungs in shaky gasps of burning air, noticing the swirling blackness in his deep blues as long, pearly-white fangs poked from his curled lip in a snarl.

Frozen in place as my fingers gripped and clawed at his flexing forearms, remembering the brothers the day they fought Randi with those long, razor-sharp nails and the snarls that rumbled from their chests. Gasping out against the increased pressure of his fingers as the image of my whitish-blue eyes stared back at me from the mirror. Shivering from the rushing surge of emotions as images flashed back and forth, trying to decipher what the FUCK is going on.

Thyra said I had bear in me, and that was the only way she was able to talk to me, so does that mean I am like all those creatures in my books. A Supernatural creature?

No. It can’t be, I’m just Elicia DeWalt, nineteen, abandoned, forgotten by the same people that should have loved me unconditionally but instead wrapped in a thermal blanket and left me outside of a firehouse. Shaking away the panic rising up from the blackness that spotted and blanched my vision, digging my claws further into this piece of shits forearms as the sickening smell of metallic-iron snapped my senses into overdrive.

“You said she was “human”!” Blondie shouted in amusement, dripping hot sweaty beads onto my blazing flesh as his fingers curled into my jugular, pinching the thumping vein with a growling grunt.

“Do it NOW!” They shouted in unison with amused smirks of malice intent as the crunching snaps of bones, vibrated through my trembling frame, watching his jaw snap and shift outward as his skin rolled and flexed over his exposed flesh.

Sneering in shock as “No One Will Save You” by Aviators started humming in my head, watching his body crack and contort into dark brown patches of fur as his calloused hands expanded and elongated into long razors of thick black bone. Scurrying away in time as his massive, padded paws, slammed into the dirt floor with the tumbling shock waves rocketing up through my spine, shrinking back in fear against the barred wall.

“NO!” Screaming out in panic as the blusterous bouts of laughter, blanketed the suffocating cell with an ominous surge of fear as his snarling snout lifted up into the ceiling, roaring out with sticky, foamy-saliva flinging out in sporadic strings, before dropping its broad head back to my eye level.

Screaming out against its monstrous roar, feeling the cold iron bars braze angrily against my frozen, white-knuckled palms as my body pressed back into the solid metal with a defeated crying scream.

I’m going to die.

Death by fucking bear, in this fucked up place with an audience of my captors.

Whimpering out as the goofy, smiling faces of the brothers flashed through my head and the flamboyant boasting of Randi whenever we were together. Closing my eyes with a steady exhale, calming my nerves as the nauseating stench of dead fish on a hot Texas day fanned out across my face, gagging back the dry-heave that clenched my bruised and beaten muscles.

I can do this. I’m a fighter.

I have to survive!

Smacking its snout away as it inched closer to my neck, staring into its dark pools of blackness as it shook its broad skull in disbelief, snapping its muscular jaw with a solid snap.

“Fucking Bitch!” His dark Russian accent shouted out in my head like Thyra, cocking my head in fear and a strange amusement that I could actually hear his voice, when he stood in front of me as a Fucking Bear!

Fuck you, Ivan Drago! Mentally air boxing the Famous Russian from Rocky.