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Authors: Mandi Casey
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alone in the crowd.
I soaked in the club. I was taking in the high energy of the club revelers when a bright light flashed in my line of sight, bringing forth the sensation of an ice pick stabbing me in the skull. I put my arms up over my face to avoid further damage to my retinas. Whatever it was, the flash was going to leave a blurry glare in my vision for a while.
My eyes burned so much my teeth ached. Once the pain began to fade and my eyes stopped watering enough to allow me to see what was going on, I let my arms down and took a glimpse of my surroundings.
All the people in the club had vanished.
Brianna, Michael, and Blake were gone.
No more thumping music. No strobe lights.
No drunken women rudely drooling over Blake.
I was alone.
Chapter 7
This wasn’t the club, I realized.
A high-pitched whining sound erupted from around the corner, bringing me to the here and now. Except, I didn’t know where the here and now was. The sound hurt my ears. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to muffle out the sound so I could think. Who the heck was causing that obnoxious noise?
The walls lining the room where I stood were made of cement blocks. Familiar cement blocks. Inspecting them closer, there was a pattern of dark brown spots splattered along the length of the far wall. My gut twisted from painful memories. It wasn’t my first time being there. I could smell the stale stench of blood and other body fluids caking the creases of the cell. Hot bile rose in my chest as I fought the urge to vomit. I had smelled it before.
Peeking around the corner of the room’s doorway into the next, a staircase stood before me. The horrible sound was coming from the next room, on the other side of the staircase. Slowly creeping up to the doorway while holding my hands tightly over my ears, I peered in to find out what or who was causing that awful noise.
What was taking place before my eyes shocked me into momentary paralysis. My lungs felt like heavy cinder blocks in my chest. It was difficult to breathe as dust from the cement clouded the air.
The room was full of a white powder, making it hard to see exactly what was going on. But I was able to make out enough.
Rogue vampires and werewolves circled a stone base covered with cryptic symbols carved into the sides and top. The rogues knelt on the floor, each holding a knife and a cup in their hands.
The whining noise stopped when the only rogue standing withdrew the blade of a chainsaw from the stone, which sat in the center of the room. When he spoke, his voice boomed, echoing against the cement walls.
“It is ready. Set him free.”
The kneeling rogues stood one by one, each taking their turn pouring the contents of their cups into the crevices created by the symbols until the last rogue left stood.
The liquid they were pouring into the lines carved into the stone was dark in color, close to black. I took a deep breath and got a whiff of the liquid. It was unmistakable, like what you smell from meat when it sits out too long.
Blood.
The last rogue’s face was covered by a large hood connected to the indigo robe he wore. He didn’t pour the contents of the cup into the creased lines of the base like the other rogues. He poured the contents of his cup directly into the cut in the stone just made from the chainsaw.
A bright white light flashed, blinding me.
A deep thumping bass pounded against my body as my sight cleared.
I felt a very warm set of hands on my arms, shaking me roughly.
“Sydney! What is going on? Are you all right?”
Blake kneeled before me as I opened my eyes. I put my hands up when he tightened his grip, ready to give me another good shaking.
Did I just get a new Selected power?
“Blake, I’m okay. I think I need to get out of here.” My stomach began to churn as my body felt flushed. I needed some fresh air. Once I got outside I was sure I would feel better.
Blake grabbed my arm to help me up from the floor where I must have fallen
I soaked in the club. I was taking in the high energy of the club revelers when a bright light flashed in my line of sight, bringing forth the sensation of an ice pick stabbing me in the skull. I put my arms up over my face to avoid further damage to my retinas. Whatever it was, the flash was going to leave a blurry glare in my vision for a while.
My eyes burned so much my teeth ached. Once the pain began to fade and my eyes stopped watering enough to allow me to see what was going on, I let my arms down and took a glimpse of my surroundings.
All the people in the club had vanished.
Brianna, Michael, and Blake were gone.
No more thumping music. No strobe lights.
No drunken women rudely drooling over Blake.
I was alone.
Chapter 7
This wasn’t the club, I realized.
A high-pitched whining sound erupted from around the corner, bringing me to the here and now. Except, I didn’t know where the here and now was. The sound hurt my ears. I covered my ears with my hands, trying to muffle out the sound so I could think. Who the heck was causing that obnoxious noise?
The walls lining the room where I stood were made of cement blocks. Familiar cement blocks. Inspecting them closer, there was a pattern of dark brown spots splattered along the length of the far wall. My gut twisted from painful memories. It wasn’t my first time being there. I could smell the stale stench of blood and other body fluids caking the creases of the cell. Hot bile rose in my chest as I fought the urge to vomit. I had smelled it before.
Peeking around the corner of the room’s doorway into the next, a staircase stood before me. The horrible sound was coming from the next room, on the other side of the staircase. Slowly creeping up to the doorway while holding my hands tightly over my ears, I peered in to find out what or who was causing that awful noise.
What was taking place before my eyes shocked me into momentary paralysis. My lungs felt like heavy cinder blocks in my chest. It was difficult to breathe as dust from the cement clouded the air.
The room was full of a white powder, making it hard to see exactly what was going on. But I was able to make out enough.
Rogue vampires and werewolves circled a stone base covered with cryptic symbols carved into the sides and top. The rogues knelt on the floor, each holding a knife and a cup in their hands.
The whining noise stopped when the only rogue standing withdrew the blade of a chainsaw from the stone, which sat in the center of the room. When he spoke, his voice boomed, echoing against the cement walls.
“It is ready. Set him free.”
The kneeling rogues stood one by one, each taking their turn pouring the contents of their cups into the crevices created by the symbols until the last rogue left stood.
The liquid they were pouring into the lines carved into the stone was dark in color, close to black. I took a deep breath and got a whiff of the liquid. It was unmistakable, like what you smell from meat when it sits out too long.
Blood.
The last rogue’s face was covered by a large hood connected to the indigo robe he wore. He didn’t pour the contents of the cup into the creased lines of the base like the other rogues. He poured the contents of his cup directly into the cut in the stone just made from the chainsaw.
A bright white light flashed, blinding me.
A deep thumping bass pounded against my body as my sight cleared.
I felt a very warm set of hands on my arms, shaking me roughly.
“Sydney! What is going on? Are you all right?”
Blake kneeled before me as I opened my eyes. I put my hands up when he tightened his grip, ready to give me another good shaking.
Did I just get a new Selected power?
“Blake, I’m okay. I think I need to get out of here.” My stomach began to churn as my body felt flushed. I needed some fresh air. Once I got outside I was sure I would feel better.
Blake grabbed my arm to help me up from the floor where I must have fallen
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