Abused and Forgotten

4.) Eyes

Alex's P.O.V.

   I looked down at my sister. Who ever that guy was scared her more then I have ever seen her before. This was coming from someone who had been beaten from age 12 and doesn't fear. But he scared her with one glace at his face. I looked at her with wonder. She somehow manages to stand and talk when she has just had her mark burned off. But now is stumbling to remain balanced after talking to this man.

   That reminded me that I could never really protect her. Ever time I tried, I either ended up causing more hurt and pain or screwing everything up until it was a big messy problem. I wanted to save my sister. I was suppose to take care of her, and am doing a horrible job at it. I sighed. Why was my life so complicated?

  I followed her movements with my eyes. Luke and I both knew that she needed sometime to cope with whatever she was going through. She slid down the wall that supported her bed. She curled herself into a tight ball, with her knees pulled up to her chest and her head in her hands. She looked so young like that, so innocent. 

   Bending down until I was her height, I looked at Chloe, I mean really, looked at her. I saw that she was still my baby sister. The tough act that she puts on for everyone, were just walls to keep them all out. She was a scared girl that lost her parents and was hurt by everyone she loved. 

   She learned to deal with the pain, she grow up believing that no one loved her. I made her think I didn't love her. She looked so damn alone. Like she was still fighting the whole world by herself. 

   My little Chloe was as strong as a bull, but as fragile as a glass vase. That hunter knew that before I did. He knew he would hurt her, he knows her better then I know her. How did he know?  Who was this guy that could scare someone who has no fear? Why did he want her? 

   Question after question piled up into an enormous mount. I pushed them aside, I first had to find a way out of here and save my sister and her alpha. I glanced sideways at Luke. He was staring at her. His gaze was soft, but held a worried tone to it. He was a good man. I think he might just be worthy of being with Chloe. 

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Chloe's P.O.V.

   Why? Why was he here?  Why did he want me? My head was drowning with all these unanswered questions. I slid down a wall. Tears were threatening to spill from my tightly squeezed eyes. Was he going to kill me? That made my body stiffen. Was he going to kill Luke and Alex? No, no I wont let him.

   He will never, never hurt anyone I love. But I don't think he will. He wants me, for some unknown reason. In his dark and twisted mind he wants me alive, so far. I had to find a way out of here and I had to find away out now before he changed his mind. 

  I recalled what he had said earlier. I couldn't get out without a key. Key, key, key. For what? Unlocking the cell or unlocking the door at the end of the hallway? I could easily knock down that door. The silver cage I was in was a different story. 

  I did need a key. Or did I? I could touch silver for a short amount of time. I have a higher tolerance for it, ever since I got my killer scar. Plus being a white were helps. 

   I slowly untangled my limbs, and walked over to the door. I looked at it. I reached down into my boot and pulled out a small knife. "Whoa, did you have that with you the whole time?" Alex asked. I looked at him. He was sitting on the ground with his legs in front of him, his blue eyes watching me. I nodded my head and went back to the task at hand. 

   I slipped my hand through the bars with a hiss of pain when it touched my bare flesh. I slid the knife into the lock and started to wiggle it around. I bit my bottom lip and twisted the pocket knife to the left. No luck.

  That's when I heard a sound. I yanked my knife out of the key hole and slid it back into my boot. The boys and me held our breath when we heard a pair of padded feet come down the stairs. 

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Hannah's P.O.V. 

   I was in a foul mood. These bastards took my Chloe. Jacob and me felt incomplete with out her. We were the Terror Triplets, missing one of our most prized members. I had told Chase were we though they were taken, and then watched him yell out in pain and fall to the ground. 

  I knew that they must of burned of her mark. I was going to kill them for hurting her and my Alpha. Damn hunters though they were god, killing monsters. When in fact they were the ones acting like monsters. 

   We had surround the small house that smelt of Chloe and Luke. Jacob came around to my right side and whispered to me "There are five humans and it smells like they have taken them into a lower level." He glared at the house with such hatred it could have melted a snowman. 

   I nodded my head at him. Only five hunters? I guess it wasn't their main base. We could take them all out in a mater of time. But I had no doubt that they would kill at least one of us. They were trained, some their whole lives, to kill our kind. I didn't want to have any of us get killed. 

   Not taking my eyes off of the house I whispered to Jacob "Gather back to the fallen log, we'll make a plan." He scurried off to do my bidding. 

   As silent as a falling leave, I made my way to the fallen log. It was an old oak that must have fallen in a great storm at least 20 years ago. I sat down on it ans waited for the others. 

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    The others got here as fast as they could. Zoe stood in front of me with a bow and a sheath of arrows. She looked calm and collected , sending waves of it to the others to calm their nerves. There was five of us in total. 

   Mike, Matt, Zoe, Jacob and me. Chase wanted to come, I knew that, but he was in no condition to come out of the hospital. My team all stood in front of me as I grabbed a stick and drew the house. "Okay, so I want to get in and get out without being noticed." I looked them each in the eye. Then looked back down at my drawing. "I want Jacob and Zoe to stay in the tree line and cover us." They nodded. "Mike, Matt, and I will go in at the cellar door at the side. I have a feeling that their down there. Then we will get the hell out of here before they even knew what hit them."

   They all spit up in different directions. Getting ready for their part. Chloe, I thought quietly, We're coming for you, just hang on.