Fractured

Human Sacrifice

Dean's POV:

I woke up in a dark room all by myself. I lifted my hand to my head and let out a groan as I felt a bump growing where that bastard hit me with his gun. I rolled over quickly and scanned the room to look for Devyn, but she was nowhere to be found.

"Devyn? Devyn!" I screamed out. I groaned again as a sharp pain shot through my head.

The door for the cellar was then opened, and I had to shield my eyes from the amount of light that was coming through the small entrance. The professor we were talking to earlier came down with an unconscience Devyn in his arms. He set her down gently and started to leave quickly.

"Hey! What did you do to her," I yelled out in anger.

"She'll be fine," he simply stated before closing and locking the door behind him.

I looked over to Devyn and quickly hurried over to her. I lifted her head up and started to shake it softly, "Devyn, sweetheart, wake up."

After multiple attempts to get her to open her eyes, I started to panic. We were meant to be their human sacrifices, that much I knew, so they wouldn't kill us yet would they. I put two fingers on her neck to check for a pulse. I sighed in relief as I felt it. It was hard to tell if she was breathing because her breaths were coming out slow due to her being so relaxed. What the hell did they give you?

I carefully manovered her so she was laying in my lap, and I held onto her protectively. These ass clowns were not getting close to her again. A few hours had passed and eventually the door was reopened. Scotty, the professor, and Emily's family stood at the entrance holding shotguns at us.

My grip on Devyn tightened and I threatened, "Get the hell away, or I swear to God I'll kill you all."

Scotty cocked his gun and aimed it at Devyn in my arms, "You don't come with us and she dies right here."

"No, you need her, just as much as you need me," I seethed moving my arms around her for protection.

"There are plenty of other girls in town we can use," Scotty threatened, moving his finger over the trigger.

I tensed as the professor came over to me and attempted to grab Devyn from my grip. "I said back up, buddy."

A shot, went off, and hit centimeters above Devyn's head. I looked up shocked at Scotty, and fear flooded through me. These people were not messing around. I loosened my hold on Devyn, and let the professor took Devyn in his arms. He walked away and her head bobbed slightly and her arm swung back and forth.

I kept my eyes on her the entire time, even as officer douche pulled me along harshly. After a few minutes of walking in silence, they roughly threw me to the groud and bound me to one of the apple trees. They did the same to Devyn at the tree next to me. I looked at her, and her head hung low from still being unconscious.

"What did you guys give her," I asked, worry clear in my voice.

"Shut up," Officer Douche said, tightening my restraints above my head.

I glance at him and ask, "How many people have you killed, Sheriff. How much blood is on your hands?"

"We don't kill them," he seethed.

"No, but you cover up their deaths very well," I said with loads of sass. They all started to leave and I screamed, "I hope your apple pie is freakin worth it!"

I looked over to Devyn and her body was still limp tied to the tree, her head still hanging low. "Devyn," I yelled out trying to wake her up. If she doesn't wake up soon we are definitely not making it out of this alive. I just wish she'd wake up. Why hasn't she yet? Hours pass, and my eyes never leave her. As time passed my worry grew more and more.