Nora Liddell is the daughter of Lily and Cameron. She is looked after by Cameron's gang as if she was one of their own, but when Oliver carries out his revenge against his 'sister', Nora's life is put into terrible danger.
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"Nora," whispered Ben's voice, bringing me out of a deep sleep. I rubbed my eyes and whimpered, trying to see clearly, "Nora, you gotta wake up." Ben's hands gently shook me to wake me. I whined in the back of my throat, blinking rapidly to see clearly.
"Wh-what?" I yawned, stretching a little, whining at the pain.
"Nora, I'm going to have to ask a huge favor from you." Ben said seriously, grabbing my shoulders to steady me. "Nora, you're going to have to do something very difficult for the both of us, okay?" I nervously looked at him, biting my lip.
"Wh-what is it?" I grunted, trying to force myself awake. Through the fogginess of the basement/dungeon, I could see Uncle Ben looking extremely regretful.
"I...I need you to do something for me. It's asking a lot from you, but I know you can handle it because you're a strong girl, right?"
I nodded tiredly, yawning and rubbing at my eyes.
"Sure...what is it?"
Uncle Ben chewed on his lip thoughtfully before he began to strip off his shirt. Before I could ask what he was doing, my eyes caught the disaster before me. Uncle Ben had a jagged wound on his side. It was crudely stitched up and it looked like there was something unnatural underneath his skin. My eyes widened.
"What the hell happened to you?" I asked, reaching out to touch him, but then decided against it - seeing how it looked painful enough to me, so I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have someone poke it.
"Don't worry about it." Uncle Ben said, gritting his teeth. "What I need you to do is help me get this tracker out so I can turn it on and hide it somewhere in this basement. Can you help me? I only ask you to help me because I might pass out from blood loss. Do you think you can help me?"
"B-blood?" I stammered, scooting away a little to look at him to see if he was being completely serious. I have never seen Uncle Ben look more serious in my whole life. "B-but won't they see the blood and know something is suspicious-"
"It wouldn't matter because your father would know our location." Uncle Ben said softly. "Now we need to do this as efficiently as possible, so Nora, I need you to find something sharp to cut the stitches with."
I felt my stomach churn and I broke out of Uncle Ben's arms to crawl away to find something to throw up in. I heard Uncle Ben make a sympathetic noise and his fingers pulled back gently at my hair, holding it out of my throw-up.
"O-okay." I stuttered, wiping my mouth. "I-I think I saw some bottles or something over - over there.."
"That would be perfect." Uncle Ben smiled reassuringly. I felt my way through the dimly lit room. I knew I had seen some Vodka bottles or some Smirnoff bottles around here somewhere. Sometimes I could smell the liquor on my captors' breaths, so I knew they liked to drink. Ben was silent as he watched me look for the bottles. Finally, I found the stash of alcohol.
