Broken~ Part two~

Ok, part two, are you ready? I hope so because then I can write part three, anyway, enjoy! An happy late 4th of July! Happy birthday America!

 

“We have ways of breaking you, you know that right?” The blood man says, out of the corner of his mouth, a drop of blood hangs there. I self consciously wipe my lips, a cut reminds me of it’s presence.

“I’m sure. But I have nothing to offer.”  I try to sound sure of myself. But I know I have everything to hide. I think blood man knows this too.

 

“Oh, I wish that were true.” He says softly. Sitting back in his chair. It’s just a plain metal chair. Nothing special, but something’s off about it. I can’t place it though. “In a minute, the cell will open and you can do anything you want. When that door opens, you will have five minutes to do anything you want.”

 

My mind instantly goes to Cole, check if he’s alright, figure out how to open his cell, run. The cell clicks open. I run to Cole’s side, he sits there. Blood’s everywhere. I grab a tool that I used once to break into a car, yes I know that’s wrong but I only did it once, and apply it to the lock. It clicks open as easily as mine did. I rush to his side, finding the source of blood. His wrist has been bleeding a lot, now it’s just oozing slightly. I rip part of my shirt off and tie it tightly around the wound, hoping that it’ll help. I shake him.

“Cole. Cole. Wake up, I have two minutes. Wake up.” I slap him. His eyes snap open, those golden eyes love so much. His he takes in deep, ragged breaths. “Let’s go, come on Cole.”

 

“I’m sorry Sloan.” He murmurs.

 

“Yea, yea, you said that already.” I mutter, propping him up om my shoulders.

 

“I’m sorry you fell for it.” I drop him, almost on accident. I should’ve known it, gosh darn it, this is all a trick. To see what I cared about most, I should’ve known that they wouldn’t let me walk free. I walk out Cole’s cell and back into mine. I sit down and wait for the minute to be over. The man reappears as soon as my cell clicks closed.

 

“Sorry. I guess that isn’t very nice. But now we know how to get you to talk.” Anger rises is me and I push it down. I won’t talk. No matter what.

 

“Ok, follow me, or something horrible will happen.” He smiles a little and my lip twitches. I suck in a deep breath push open my cell, the same click and yet not as satisfying as last time. I follow him and glare at Cole. “C’mon sweet heart.”

 

We walk down a hall and into a room. A chair and I bunch of medical instruments that look absolutely terrifying. I sit in the chair but he tells me to get out of it. I slowly get out of it, realizing what’s going to happen. He gestures to a place on the wall, two chains for my hands and two chains for my feet. And small silver clips that I can only assume are for my eyes. Blood man quickly claps me in the irons and attaches the clips to my eyelids then pulls them tight, so that I see everything. Already my eyes are watering, tears falling down them. The man walks out of the room and I struggle against the chains, pulling on them, they hold firm. Dang it. My extremely annoying imagination thinks of worse case scenarios. Brainwashing? Or maybe they’ll show my awful horrid things without letting me ever close my eyes, that would suck. I like my sleep. Before I can think of something else, Blood man walks in. With the traitor. With Cole. I know what he’s going to do now. And it’s worse than brainwashing.

 

Cole’s golden eyes stare at me, not even blinking. He’s trying to tell me something. What? What do you want to tell me? He mouths a sentence. Keep it safe. What does that mean? Keep what safe? I scan my memories for anything, secrets that Cole had told me, none come up. I don’t have anything to tell. And if Cole’s apart of this group or whatever, why doesn’t he just tell them everything?

 

“OK Miss Turner, this is how it works; you will tell me everything you know, or I hurt Agent 17, savvy?” The way he says the last word reminds me of Pirate’s of the Caribbean, a movie my dad and I used to watch all the time. I want to cry, thinking of my dad, he died six years ago, shortly after my mom died from having my brother, I was sure the world was out to get me. Now, I’m 100 percent sure that is, but if my brother isn’t dead, then I’ll still have some family. Someone to love. Someone to love me back, that’s family.

 

“Absolutely.” I mutter.

 

“Have anything to say?” He asks. I wish I did. But I don’t have anything to tell. Nothing he would want to know. I shake my head and bite my lip. Wishing I was able to close my eyes as the man walks up to Cole with a slender knife. He makes a small incision in Cole’s tan skin, blood dribbles out. Cole doesn’t even flinch, just stares at me and begs me with his eyes to keep the secret safe. And I guess I will because I don’t know what it is. “You know he’ll eventually die from blood loss right?”

 

I look at the blood that trails down his wrist and think of something the blood man said earlier.

 

“You- You said you wouldn’t kill a good agent.” I say, hopeful.

 

“I said I wouldn’t kill him is he still had purpose. This, this is his purpose now.”

 

“Your lying. You have to be lying.” I whisper.

 

“Try me.” And with that, something unlocks in my brain and I remember.

 

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5 thoughts on “Broken~ Part two~

  1. Ahhhh cliffhanger! Love it. One tiny critique is that I feel like she realizes the trap of the “do whatever you want” trick too quickly. Personally I think I would be much more confused haha. Love the writing style though as always 🙂

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