|Secrets: The Comet League
Author: Shadow x Wolf PM
Roxy is just your average girl, going camping with her family one fall afternoon. Late that night she is snatched from her bed by masked men and dragged into a world she never knew existed. Now she has a choice, one that is very hard to make: Live a normal life with her family, or become a part of a magical universe and fight a war that may cost Roxy her life.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Chapters: 31 - Words: 46,526 - Reviews: 37 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-05-12 - Published: 07-14-12 - id: 3041794
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Here is an extremely action-y chapter. I hope you like it. (I have thought the whole scene through, visualized it, etc. etc. It all works :D) I hope you enjoy!
After another minute of listening to linkin park, I faked a shiver. I wrapped my body up close in itself, and tried to burrow into my sweatshirt. It truly was a slight bit cold, but not as much as I was faking. Another minute of shivering, and Tom cast a frown in my direction.
"You okay?" He inquired in a genuine tone. I nodded, and faking that I was trying to prevent my teeth chattering, I responded.
"J-just a little cold. But, it is nearly winter." He nodded thoughtfully, and quieted. I continued with my plan, faking the chilliness in the air. I don't know how long I continued, possibly overplaying it a bit before I brought out the next section of my plan.
"H-hey Tom, can I please sit next to you?" He looked at me as if I had bees for brains, but after a moment nodded, obviously still trying to do his good guy act. I moved across the moving van, and sat as close as I could, pressing up to his side entirely. His body did radiate warmth, and he didn't display to many signs of discomfort as I settled down. I gradually let the fake shivers fade, and seem to become a bit happier. Despite the fact that I hated and was truly afraid to be this close to him, I tried to act as if I was comfortable. His tensed muscles slowly released, and I eventually started on the next part of the plan.
"Isn't it unsafe that we don't have seatbelts of anything? I mean, I have been jolted quite a bit, but nothing enough to hurt me. What if something does happen that is big enough to hurt if we aren't secure?" Tom looked down at me, his face incredibly close to me now. I resisted shivering away, and retreating, and instead listened to his answer.
"It is a really long drive, and we want you to be comfortable and well rested. Not to mention, I am sure you would feel much more trapped if you were strapped in, rather in an area more roomy, such as this." I nodded, as if I understood and agreed. I piped up again in what seemed like a completely innocent tone, which masked very well what I was about to do. Part of me told me this was the last chance to back out, but I knew I had to try everything.
"You know, you are right. It does allow us to do a lot more as well." He looked down at me like he didn't understand what I was saying, but I knew exactly what I meant. I used my bunched up legs like springs, and rammed sideways into him. He was knocked down for a second after letting out a grunt of surprise. I jumped on top of him like an animal, and as my hands went for his throat I jabbed my knee into his crotch. He let out another grunt and I managed to get my small hands around his thick throat. I squeezed down for a moment, but a hand came up and smacked the side of my head. Though I am sure it was gentle for him, it sent my sprawling to the side with a thump.
I struggled to shake it off as I saw him gather himself, and I charged again. He blocked my nut shot, but that left him open to my fist into his solar plexus. He didn't even lose his breath as I expected him to, and rather, used his hands to grab my wrists. I felt the same terror I did almost a day ago in bed seep into me, and caught his thigh with a swinging leg. He went sideways as it crashed right below his hip, and I planted my foot in his groin and twisted my hands away somehow. I had the most sickening feeling he wasn't even trying, and the panic started to come back rather than adrenaline. He lunged toward me as I retreated, and in an attempt to move, I actually ran into him.
I felt the van swerve beneath us and we both toppled sideways. Somehow I ended up landing right on him, and tried to use another choking grip on his neck. This time he was lying on his stomach, so I could grab from behind. My hands got to his throat again, but all he had to do was roll over to have me thrown off and partially crushed. I let out a cry as he gathered himself, one of my legs still partially pinned, and turned to one of my most natural weapons. I opened my fingers wide and made them into miniature hooks, and lunged at his face.
He was too busy blocking my free leg trying to get another cheap shot in on him, so I had the perfect chance to let my nails rake over his face. He let out a scream and his mouth let loose a loud swear word, and I could feel with a sickening realization some of his skin was under my nails. The van halted and we were thrown forward, throwing us apart. My head hit the wall, sending me into a spinning world for a few moments. He was coming at me already, and I wasn't quite ready. My best defense was to kick out with my legs, driving him back a bit. This was really taking the energy out of me, and I felt a rock sink in my stomach as the door flung open.
I was too busy grappling with Tom to even try to move towards the exit, but I saw another huge figure enter the back. Tom managed to snag my legs in his two hands, but that left my arms to defend against my new attacker. Tom used the steady grip on my legs to flip me on my back, and I saw another pair of hands going towards my wrists. Still trying to wriggle away from Tom, I caught the hands coming towards me in my own grasp. I didn't even think as I drew them close with a swift yank, and sunk my teeth around the wrist.
A loud cry was emitted from the newly arrived man's mouth, and he tried to pull away. Despite the disgusting copper that filled my mouth I didn't let go. I heard Tom yell
"She's a bloody fighter for sure!" A grunt came from the one that I was biting and he finally pulled away, leaving a few small bits of skin in my mouth. I was going to spit them out and go for another attack with my hands when a hand hit me up against the head with a considerable amount of force. My head was thrown to the ground, and before I could recover, hands wrapped around my wrists. For a moment, they ceased moving now they both had me firmly in their grasp. I still tried to squirm away, but with panting breaths realized I would have no success. Eventually I just stopped my struggles and lay there, my ankles still wrapped in a tight grip, as well as my wrists. The new arrival, I realized was Mike when he spoke.
"Roxy, please, I know you're scared, but this is making it really hard. You don't have to worry about us hurting you or anything. This is only the first day still. We have a lot longer to go." I glared up at him, trying to seem as menacing as a pinned little girl could be, despite the tears that were spilling down my face.
Transferring my wrists to only one of his hands, Mike reached into one of his pockets, and began to talk to Tom as if I wasn't even there.
"Should we go to plan K? I think this is a good time." Tom didn't really respond right away, but did within a few seconds.
"I mean, just a low dosage though. Just enough to subdue her, not go all out. Let me tell you though, she is a pretty good fighter. Didn't think that she would be this good." Mike let out a rueful laugh and seemed to finally find what he was looking for in his pocket.
"Really, you think so Tom? Look what she did to my wrist." As he said this, a drop of his blood actually fell on my face. I tried to turn my head, but another drop fell onto my cheek. I let out a guttural growl I wasn't sure actually came from me. Mike sighed, and with resignation, I felt the same rope twist around my wrists again.
"Listen, Roxy, we aren't the bad guys at all. I can't explain everything. I wish I could, this would make it much more simple. But, now, I really hate to do this, but we have our job to do, and you're preventing that." Now that my wrists were tied again, I could feel my chest starting to heave with sobs and panic. He let out a sigh, and moved my wrists so they were above my head. Feeling completely vulnerable, I froze as Mike reached for something I couldn't see. A few moments later he gently wiped his blood from my face. I let out a scream, but they no longer seemed to care how loud I was. When an object appeared in Mike's other hand that I could see, I looked intently. It looked like a mask that would cover a mouth and nose, and it had a thin tube connected to it. My entire body filled with ice as the deadly possibilities crept up on me of what it could be. Mike must have seen my fear kicked up a few notches, because he started to talk to me in his deep, soothing voice.
"Now listen, Roxy, I promise this isn't going to hurt. All I need you to do is to take a few deep breaths through your nose, and that'll be it. This won't kill you, just make you really tired. It has a lot of official names, but that doesn't matter. Don't try and hold your breath either, please. That makes it more tedious. That's all Roxy. Here we go." I tried to turn my head to the side as the mask came down closer to my face, but one of his fingers reached around my cheek so I couldn't turn fully away. The soft rubber came down over my mouth and nose, and a slight hiss happened.
I was too worn and out of breath to even bother trying to hold it, so did as he said. If I appeared like I gave up, he might actually believe that I had given in. True to Mike's word, within a few deep breaths I felt my previously bolt wide eyes flutter shut. Mike's voice came to me through the growing fog.
"See Roxy? You're doing great. Just a few more. One more minute." I took a last deep breath through my nose and a black fog consumed me entirely.