Revealed [UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 27

We raced down the hall as fast as we could with Mike leading the group and Caleb and I at the back. I wasn't racing as much as I was stumbling along, half dragged, half carried by Caleb.

I could hear Alex and Des arguing in hushed tones and couldn't help but roll my eyes.

They are so into each other.

We moved quickly and got to the dungeon in no time. As we stepped into the area, a weird feeling flew down my spine, causing me to shiver.

The dungeon was silent and dark.

The combination of the two gave the place a spooky feel. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who felt it because Mike stopped just before the entrance.

"I thought you said they would be here." He whispered to Uncle Dan.

"They should still be here. We still have a couple of minutes." Uncle Dan replied.

Mike looked warily into the darkness and turned back to us.

"Let me check it out first, just in case." He said.

Mike brought out a flashlight and stepped into the darkness. He took no more than five steps before he and the light completely disappeared.

"Mr. Globe?" We heard Mike whisper from the dungeon.

"Timmy? Are you in here? Tim-ARGHHH!" We heard Mike cry out in pain followed by a loud clang on the ground and then...nothing.

We waited for no longer than a second before we rushed into the dungeon. As soon as we all got in, light filled the room causing us to shield our eyes.

"You are all so predictable."

Oh no, not again.

I lowered my hands from my face and stared at my father once again. He was surrounded by a large group of Hunters, all pointing their guns straight at us. Mike was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and blood streaming from his nose.

I tore my gaze from his crumbled form and glanced at the Hunters once again. I looked at their belts and noted they all had the power cancelling device switched on.

"Did you all think it would be so easy?" My father asked, shaking his head in a patronising manner.

"Honestly, we did." Chris replied flippantly.

My father ignored his comment and looked at each person. A large smile broke out on his face as he took in my fragile state. Caleb pulled me closer and glared at him.

"What's this honey? No sarcastic remarks? No comebacks? If I had known all you needed was a little discipline to shut up, I would have done it years ago." He sneered.

A little discipline?!!!

My blood rippled under my skin, igniting trails of fire at every scar, bruise and burn that I had gotten these past few weeks.

I began the process of tuning him out, making sure to remove all emotion from my face, when it hit me.

I was so tired of going through the same routine over and over again. My father and I had been battling for years, each time trying to gain the upper hand on the other. We would go to extremes to put on facades, pretending everything was okay just so the other wouldn't see our weaknesses. I couldn't help but think that if one of us had stopped and opened up for just a second maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.

I looked back at my father with weary eyes. His smile was wide and joyful and his eyes danced with happiness. He was enjoying the drama and suspense of the whole interaction. But he wouldn't be smiling for much longer.