Page 69 of The Lost Ones

“So, if you’re still in training, why are you out on assignments?” I ask.

“It’s part of the training, this was only supposed to be surveillance and not really dangerous.” Damon explains.

“Thomas is the head of the,” I pause, “hang on what the fuck is your organisation called?” I ask realising actually, I have no fucking clue.

“Holy fuck, how do you not know that?” Erin asks, I open my mouth to answer but she stops me, “you know what never mind, we, your guys too, all work for the Supernatural Protection Agency or S.P.A for short which is a fucking joke in itself because the training academy is anything but a spa. Your guys are a part of the human side though, they won’t know anything about the supernatural.” She tells me.

“Hang on, Thomas?” Dash booms.

“You mean Mr. S?” Damon questions.

I nod, thinking over the information Erin’s just given me.

“Girl, we have a lot to talk about after this.” I shrug in response “But Mr. S is the head honcho of the whole division, someone different obviously runs the academy though.” She explains.

“Ah ok. So, what about . . .”

I never get to finish my sentence as the door is slammed open and I once again straighten my spine and swallow my shriek, as pain shoots through my shoulder. Shit I need to sort that out as soon as possible or it’s just going to get worse. The man that enters the room is in his late fifties with greying hair at the temples. He looks like a typical businessman, but there’s a cold calculating look hidden in his eyes, that instantly makes me more alert. I can tell from the sudden straightened postures of Erin and her team that they’ve sensed it too. This man is dangerous and deadly and there is something vaguely familiar about him although I can’t figure out why.

“I thought I might pay you a visit dear, after all we once knew each other very well.” The man’s dark eyes scan me from head to toe in a detached disinterest, “you have grown since then; I wonder if you’ve managed to access your powers yet?”

My stomach drops and my veins fill with ice, with startling clarity I realise who he is, he’s the older version of the man in the suit from my memory, the disgusting bastard that ordered the experiments to be done to me. I feel like there’s a puzzle piece missing though, like I’m notseeing the entire picture. All these people are connected somehow, all these pieces of my life that I once thought were completely separate, in actuality really aren’t. I just need to figure out how they’re connected.

“Shall we find out if you’ve become useful my dear?”

My pulse speeds up and mouth goes dry. I’m terrified. Before I can make any move to fight, two men dressed head to toe in black come barrelling in the room. They head straight towards me; I can feel the panic claw its way up my throat and I shoot a panicked look towards the others. Whatever they see in my eyes has them all fighting twice as hard as they were too get free, screaming obscenities at the man in the business suit. It just causes him to chuckle, completely unconcerned by the threats being hurled at him. Seeing that they aren’t going to be able to help, I make a desperate decision that I pray I can come back from.

I go to the place inside me that I haven’t had to use since my gorgeous guys came into my life, I sink so far into myself that I appear unresponsive and stoic. My struggles suddenly cease. My eyes become cold and unemotional. My heartbeat calms and my breaths even out.

I can’t feel. I’m aware as I look at the other team, that I’ve scared them. Instead of hurling insults at the man in the suit, they call out my name cursing when I don’t respond. I’m capable of responding, I just choose not to. My spine straightens and I calmly walk out of the room between the two guards. I’m aware that the Soulmate Bond lines have become dull, so dull they’re almost invisible but they are still there, if I was able, I’d be panicking over it but then again if I was able to feel, they wouldn’t be dull in the first place. I mentally shrug.

The sounds of the others cursing follow me down the corridor. A part of me realises that if I do manage to come back from this unfeeling state, I might regret that I so easily dismissed them, the thought is fleeting and is gone before it can actually gain any traction.

Chapter Nineteen

Itake in my surroundings as I’m led down a long dark corridor, only sparsely lit by the occasional bulb hanging from the ceiling. There aren’t many more doors down here and a subtle inhale reveals the damp smell of earth, that, accompanied by the heavy oppressiveness pushing down on me, leads me to believe that we are under ground.

I’m led to the end of the corridor and up a set of concrete steps that lead up into the wide-open space of the main part of the extensive warehouse. I make note of the large main doors to the right of me and the normal size door I can just make out hidden behind large crates on the same side. I’m marched swiftly across the room, one of the men tugging my arm so hard that my shoulder pops back in.

I’m aware of the pain but I’ve wrapped myself so deep in the dark inside, that I don’t truly feel it. They pull me through another door and drag me over to a surgical table similar to the one I remember from my dream. They roughly push me down face first onto the cold steel and secure my wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs. I turn my head to the side, so I can at least see some of what is going on. I have learnt from experience that not seeing what’s coming is a thousand times worse than witnessing it, at least it is for me. Once the guards are sure that I’m properly secured, they back out of the room and the harried looking Doctor from my memory comes hustling into the room with a bright smile on his face.

“Hello again, I’m so pleased you’re here!” He grins at me waiting for a response I refuse to give. “Yes, well, let’s see if your powers have manifested, yet shall we?”

He glances over to the Man in The Suit by the door.

“Are you staying Sir?” He asks.

“No, I need to have a word with my son, keep me updated on the process.” His clipped tone shows absolutely no emotion as he turns around, leaving abruptly.

Coward.

As soon as the door has closed behind the Man in The Suit, the doctor picks up a pair scissors off of a large tray filled with all sorts of sharp and terrifying instruments.

I may not be able to feel any emotion right now, but I am perfectly aware of what sort of emotion I should be feeling. I know that what this deplorable man is planning to do to me, it is going to hurt, a lot. It’s also with this knowledge that my intuition kicks in. I know that my guys are coming and I know that they are getting closer. I also know, using that same inexplicable intuition that comes to me in times of need, that they can feel any pain I experience, which is confirmed by what Kai said to me earlier. I know the distance is the only thing that has stopped the guys from feeling my injuries to the same extent as me. They can’t feel what I’m about to go through. I will protect them from experiencing this. I focus on my Soulmate Bonds and repeat the words whispering through my mind.

Protegas me ut mea in dolore sustine, et pars non id persentiant usuque experiantur. Protegere eos.

I watch inside my mind, as a white light wraps around the bond, insulating and protecting them. I know now, that they won’t experience what I’m about to, the same way I know that they would’ve experienced it had I not repeated those words. Focusing back on the world around me I feel the scissors as they slide up my back easily cutting through my shirt and bra, exposing my back to the deranged doctor. I lay as still as possible refusing to show any reaction.