Chapter One-The Hunt Is On
Stupid, annoying little girl. Slipped through our fingers, again!
Oh well, all the worse for her. I'll see that it is anyway.
I've found something anyway, an instrument of torture if you will. And she led us right to it.
Oh I will get her and her stupid guardian, but I'll make them pay first. This involves taming my new pet.
I can't believe how stupid people are. Do they ever realize they are playing right into your hands or leaving the key to their destruction right at your feet? Do they do it on purpose for the thrill?
I'd thought rading Faith was pointless when we couldn't find the girl, everyone in there was dead anyway. We'd been searching the Tribe, looking under every rock from dusk till dawn. But I KNEW something worthwhile was there.
We'd even went up to the Tribeheads house, although I didn't think anyone would be stupid enough to go up there, and had found a whole load of nothing. Unless you class more bodies to the pile as something.
Everyone had left and I was the only one still in Faith. I knew we had missed SOMETHING. And I was right. Why won't everyone learn I'm always right? That's why I should be Salvations leader, not the pathetic excuse of a Tribehead we have now. He'd already lost both the girl and the boy before.
This is brilliant! I actually can't believe it! Searching for a needle in a haystack has its perks. I hadn't found a needle, but I had found a gold string.
No, they're is more then a gold string. They're a MAGNET!
The girl has no one left. She has no memory of the guardian, I saw to that.
I hate her guardian! He's the biggest traitor imaginable and thinking about him makes me want to hit something! And we nearly had him, nearly made him pay! If I was in charge, him and the girl would be dead already. But I'm not in charge! My blood feels as if it is boiling and my head is thumping.
Now I'm outside Faith that me and some other idiot, Kyle, have burnt to the ground. I lay back against the sand and watch the Tribe burn, which seems to fill me with a rushing joy, and a smile plays on my lips. Night has fallen, but the flaming Tribe lights the night.
"Burn baby, burn!" I mutter to myself.
"Adrian," I hear Kyle begin.
I turn on my side to look at him, "What?" I growl.
"W-what do we do with him?" Kyle asks nervously, pointing to the idiot we caught in the Tribe.
I smirk. He should've expected to be caught. Running around all angry and waving his little sword. To easy to find and catch. Idiot. Everyone's an idiot. Sometimes I feel like the only sane person.
The boy looks at me, hate burning in his eyes, as bright as the alight Tribe. He looks at me like he knows me all to well. I know him, but not that well, but well enough for him to fear me . He stopped fighting hours ago. Like training a dog. You "disipline" them and they learn, slowly.
"I'll sort it out in the morning Kyle, he's had enough for today. Haven't you boy?" I taunt him as if he is a dog. He actually growls at me and pulls at the chains around his wrists that keep him tied to the cactus. More blood runs down his already red wrists and tears flow from his eyes. I laugh at him cruelly. He stil hasn't learnt.
I'm surprised he still has the strength to do anything. I beat him bloody and there doesn't seem to be a single part of his body where he doesn't have a bruise. He's lost quite a lot of blood as well from where the chains have dug deep into his wrist as a result of me dragging him around and him pulling on them. He was injured by the war, but not enough to die. Unfortunatly for him.
"Yeah but what do we DO with him? Should I feed him?" Kyle asks.
"Don't!" I hiss at him angrily.
"Well why did you bother keeping him alive if you're just going to starve him?"
"I know what I'm doing and I'm not going to starve him! You don't die from not eating for a day."
"No but you get weak."
"Walk, dragged, doesn't make a difference to me," I say looking directly at the boy, trying to scare him. His eyes hold no fear as he stares right back at me. I continue to stare at him. That boy is freaky, most people would try to run when I look at them, but not him. He just holds and returns my stare. We stare at each other a while longer. He's annoying me. I try to use my powers to get into his thoughts and see what he is thinking, but he somehow blocks me out. As soon as I feel myself hit a mental wall, I'm shocked. How is he still strong enough to do that?
This annoys me enough to make me get up, cross over to him and pull him up by his shirt. I hear him cry out when the chains dig into his wrists again, but he quickly cuts his scream off.
"Why are you doing that you idiot?" I demand.
"For the simple reason that I hate you," he replies bravely. I throw him back to the ground and kick him hard. He moans and holds at his ribs. I smile at the thought that I may have broken one or two of them.
"You stupid little boy!" I hiss.
"I'm not a boy!"
He may not be, but I don't care. No one talks back to me! Why isn't that little freak SCARED of me? I draw back my leg and kick him hard around the face. He doesn't even allow himself moans of pain as he spits out blood. He's defiant anyway.
I go sit back down and try to relax, but that boy is staring at me again. His eyes are narrowed and he looks at me as if I am a rat, something not dangerous but annoying. He's driving me crazy! Why can't I break him? He's supposed to be huddled up in a corner as far away from me as possible. What is he trying to acheive?
His dark hair is covered in his blood and some more of the stuff is running from his mouth. His face is swollen and purple, his nose is off-centre, definetly broken but I'm not sure if I did it, and I'm not sure if his eyes are narrowed at me or if he can only open them to slits. I assume the latter.
I'm getting more and more agitated by this boy by the second.
Why did I bother taking him prisoner? He's useless and annoying!
He keeps staring at me, his eyes pushing all the hatred he feels towards me into my own. Dammit I've had enough!
"Fine! Fine, Kyle give him some food. And boy if you keep staring at me, wolves are going to be well fed!"
I seem to have a thing for using wolves as a threat. I love wolves, I'd happily feed them. The boys eyes grow wide, but not in fear. More so in curiousity. Kyle gives him some of OUR stew and also gives him a look. I don't like that look. He's looking at the boy sadly and in a reassuring way.
Despite all the fuss, the boy doesn't touch his food and eventually he falls asleep. Kyle keeps looking at him.
I don't like Kyle. He has no powers and all he can do is cook.
I wait until Kyle's asleep then I very silently get up and stand over Kyle, drawing my gun.
"Traitor," I mutter as I pull the trigger and blow Kyles brains out. The bang of the gun is loud and wakes up the boy, who looks from me to Kyles dead body fearfully.
I smile at him, "You're in my hospitality now. Play by my rules, and you'll be fine. Understood?"
The boy nods madly. I've finally scared him. Just to prove a point, I wait till the boy seems to be drifting off once more before I shoot at Kyles body again.
The boy sits bolt up and looks around as if scared. Then he sees me and his face tells me he's woken from a dream into a nightmare.