Wolves and Bread (COMPLETED)

Chapter 28

I have been broken before, many times in fact. Never did I feel like I truly belonged somewhere, but that is a different kind of pain. This one is quite literally, as I am laying here on the concrete ground of my own cell with a black eye, a bloodied mouth and possibly all of my ribs bruised by the blows I have been dealt. Nevertheless I will not give up.

For if I surrender, all the kicks and smacks the boys received regardless of the promise The Scorpion made to keep them from harm will be in vain. Those bastards did not keep their word and beat up the wolves right before my eyes when it was my turn to spill the tea once more, or if they simply felt like it during one of the other "sessions". All of it makes me refuse to let this be the end.

The answer to the question as to where we are is still up in the air with tons of possibilities. Neither do I exactly know where each of us is located in the edifice, the hallways looking so similar and easy to get lost in.

The door opens with a screeching sound and the footsteps lightly tapping the floor tell me it is time for an interrogation, also known as a beat up session, again.

'Come on. Up you go,' The Bloodhound huffs as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, getting no resistance whatsoever as none of my limbs seems to have gotten the memo of keeping up the fight. They just hang numbly, making me feel as lifeless as a puppet.

I wonder who they will put me in front of in another attempt to get their information. So far everything they have done has been futile, as they have interrogated us all and beat me bloody.

Today tops the cake as I am not placed before one of my friends, but my mother. Bound to a chair, mouth stuffed with a cloth to silence her screams for help and thus muffling them, they present us to each other. Aside from a black eye she appears to be unhurt, which makes a short sigh of relief escape my mouth in spite of the situation as I am being sit down.

'Let's try this approach,' The Scorpion proposes, the tone in his voice sickeningly amused. 'Perchance this will get us something.'

'What the hell do you want from her? She has no clue about what's going on,' I blurt out as soon as he pulls the cloth from her mouth and grabs her face, ready to start his interrogation and forcing his will on her. Wriggling I try to reach forwards, but The Bloodhound's giant hands greatly limit my moving space, resting on my shoulders and compelling me to sit still.

'No, Scarlet, your mother knows more than she lets on. After all, her husband had a hand in our operation. In fact, he conjured the whole thing up.'

My eyes widen in astonishment. Surely he must be lying, because my father died of lower respiratory infections that we discovered only when it was already too late. He was not some crazy scientist experimenting on innocent young adults, he was a businessman who was surely away from home a lot yet would never do something as monstrous as creating super inhuman soldiers.

My eyes search my mother's, looking for reassurance and the confirmation that what I just heard is not the truth. 'Mom.'

'I'm sorry,' she answers with tears in her eyes. 'I should have told you.'

'You're lying.' My voice has become a hesitant whisper as I regard her in horror. Shaking my head does not erase the thoughts that come to mind, creating an image that slowly appears more believable every time I look at it. My father was not insane. 'He died of lower respiratory infections. The doctor told us so. You were there with me in the hospital when they did, for God's sake!'

'And what do you think caused it? A flu?' The Scorpion chuckles darkly, making the hairs in my neck stand on edge. 'No, your dear mother poisoned your beloved father on our orders. He had to be taken care of, for his ideas had become too radical and he wanted to create monsters instead of the soldiers we wanted. Fortunately we could stop him before he made even more abominable beasts. However, we could not simply let them roam this planet, so we had to hunt them down. And thanks to her we finally found the last seven.'