Okay, last chapter ended with her falling asleep, so this one starts with a flashback!
White. The whole room was white. Holly blinks hard, her eyes adjusting to the harshness of the bright color. She looks around and takes in her surroundings, looking for some break in the whiteness.
She finds it on the other side of the room, in the form of the cloaked man. He was hunched over something, speaking in a low voice to what Holly must have been another person.
Her suspicions were confirmed when another face appeared over his shoulder, looking at her with wide eyes. The cloaked man started to turn his head to look at her, and she quickly closed her eyes and resumed her former position to make it look like she was still unconscious.
“Yes, I see you noticed my most recent prize,” he hissed, grabbing her head and jerking it up for the other girl to see. “Not my original target, but, this one, you see, seems to have a thing for heroics. Jumped on my back and nearly killed me as I tried to apprehend my quarry. Unfortunately for her, she’s not quite as invincible as she thinks she is.” Holly tried not to tense when she felt the cold metal of a knife touch her jugular, tracing it all the way down over her sternum until the collar of her shirt forced him to stop. “Yes, I’ll kill her eventually, but I think I’ll have a little fun with her first…” He paused. “Which reminds me… I think our play date is about over.”
He released her head and moved back over to the other girl. Holly watched eyes wide, as he knelt down in front of her and pressed the knife to her throat, in exactly the same position as it had been on her own moments before, only this time, he don’t move away.
Holly shielded her eyes as he sunk the tip of the knife into the other girl’s neck, the knife slicing through her jugular as easily as if it wasn’t even there.
Her jaw dropped into a giant O of horror when he dropped the girl, blood spurting from the cut in her throat and out of her mouth, leaving her to gurgle and choke to death on her on blood as her heart slowly shut down.
While Holly stared with a horrified look on her face at the girl, her captor just stood and laughed maliciously. Then he turned to her.
“Well, well, you’re finally awake. My next little torture toy. I hope this horrifies you, because it’s coming to you next. Though, as I said before, I’m going to have a little fun with you first. But I will kill you eventually.”
Holly said nothing, and he laughed a little. “What, nothing to say about that? Have I left you speechless? Well, I suppose I should give you some time to think of an adequate response, hm?” She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the sneer in his voice. “I’ll be back later, and then we can have our first little… play session. What do you think?” he asked, though the question was kind of pointless, as he never gave her the chance to answer, instead turning and stalking out the door, leaving her to stare after him in shocked silence to think about what he had said.
She did think about it for a while, and eventually the truth started to sink in fully. She groaned inwardly, leaning her head back against the wall and closing her eyes as one thought ran through her head:
I am going to die.
I am going to die.
The thought was still swirling around her head when her eyes opened again. She blinked hard, unable to see clearly, and took her a moment to figure out why.
She blinked again and sat up, wiping the tears out of her eyes. She must have been crying in her sleep. Wow, she thought. I need to get a grip.
The problem is that its easier said than done.
Beep beep! Beep beep!
“Frond!” she yelped, out loud. “What the…?”
Slowly, it registered what was making the sound. The IV machine. The bag on the machine was empty. Holly’s heart sped up. That meant that someone would be coming in to change it…
As if on cue, the door opened, and the big man entered. He smiled gently as he walked over to her, but the smile abruptly dropped when he saw her face. “Are you okay, Holly? You look like you’ve been crying.”
“I’m fine,” she muttered absently. “I just had a bad dream.”
He nodded. “Okay then.” He paused. “Lay down.”
Her eyes widened slightly as he reached out and laid his hand on her shoulder and pushed, trying to get her to lay back. She complied, though she looked wary. “Why?” she asked quietly.
“I’m just going to do a basic check up,” he replied. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit.”
She nodded, and he proceeded to go over her, checking her pulse and her reflexes, getting her weight and her height(which hadn’t changed much). When he was done, he helped her sit up, and left with the promise he’d be back in few minutes, with Artemis.
He returned a couple minutes later, as promised, Artemis by his side. The pale adolescent walked over to look down at her. He ran his eyes over her, taking her in. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Better,” she answered quietly. “Can I get off theses things today?”
He pondered it for a minute. “It depends. Are you sure that you’re feeling better? Holly, I hate it when you are hooked up to those machines as much as you do, but if you need them, then you are going to keep them on until you’re better. Are you sure?”
“I’m fine,” she insisted. “You will let me off these, right? Please?” she added.
“Alright,” he sighed. “I’ll release you from the machines. But I am going to be keeping an eye on you for a bit.”
“Deal,” she said eagerly. “Anything. Keep me here longer if you want. But I want off these things.”
“Fine,” he agreed. “I might take you up on that.” He winced at the flash of fear in her eyes that the statement seemed to evoke. “Relax, Holly. Joking.” He turned to Butler. “Bring me a biohazard container, a warm wash rag, and a box of band aids. I’m going to get her off these things.”