Page 37 of Tortured Soul
Darren’s brown eyes were wide. His pulse quickened.
His mind started to fight me, but losing that much energy weakened him.
“What—Traps. Malory, you need to hide,” he said, letting go of me suddenly. He stumbled backward, barely catching himself on the smalldesk next to the wall. “There are monsters,” he slurred. “It’s not safe, I—”
My eyes caught a stack of paper on the surface he held onto. Names—familiar ones. People from the camp.
He nearly fell again, his legs starting to wobble. The corner of my lips stretched up in a cruel smirk.
Our eyes met then. Mine proud, his confused.
“Wh-what are you doing here, Malory? You—”
In a blink of an eye, I took another feminine form. And another, as I watched his face fall and contort in exhausted rage.
“You’re weak. Your Virgin energy is strong,” I corrected myself, “but your mind and your body are weak.”
He stepped back only to trip over his own foot and fall on his ass.
“You didn’t even fuck me and you’re already almost passing out,” I giggled, taking a step forward before I crouched in front of him. “You’re going to be sleeping for a while. Maybe I’ll send people to capture you before you wake up.”
Horror pulled at his face, but I knocked him out with my fist before he could say anything.
“Ouch,” I groaned, standing up, shaking my hand.
Maybe I’ve hit him a bit too hard. But the bastard was still breathing and it was good enough for me.
I turned around and grabbed the whole stack of paper. There was no time to go through them. I could still hear the person outside moaning and screaming with a raw, distorted voice.
I changed back to my usual appearance, making sure to create dark and fitted clothes to blend in at night, and slid the folded documents in my back pocket.
Catching my reflection in a mirror, I adjusted my hair to ensure my ears were still hidden beneath my usual braid and took a second to check myself out.
Damn, black leather looked good on me.
Once out of the cabin, I ran, following the screams.
Until I reached them.
Francesca and Savi were on the ground. A five inch silver spike speared through Savi’s leg and a pool of golden blood under them.
“What happened?” I asked, throwing myself on the ground next to them.
Francesca’s face was drenched in tears as she tried to pull out the spike while still holding her sister in her arms.
“Don’t!” I said before she started to pull on it again. “We need to bring her back to camp like this. I don’t know how far we are, but if the sun starts to—”
A strangled sob escaped Savi’s throat. She weakly tried to nudge Francesca, but her sister batted her hand away.
“You need to go without me,”she signed.
Francesca shook her head dismissively and stood to lift her up.
“Hold on,” I said, grabbing her other arm to place it over my shoulder. She winced in pain. “Okay. Let’s go.”
The walk back to camp was long as we moved slowly. She muffled her sobs as much as she could until we reached the barrier to avoid alerting any wandering humans. Once again, the second we went through it, I felt my energy and power draining faster than usual. I’d have to talk about this to someone.
Barely two minutes later, guards were running toward us. The next minute, Savi was in their arms and transported back to camp.
