Of Vines and Men

Luke was a jerk, beyond a jerk, a certified douchebag that could be stocked on shelves in the feminine hygiene section.

"I swear if I can find any thing and fight him, I will." I growled to myself, then the door to cell i was in burst open.

Two guys strode in, grabbing both of my arms and starting to drag me out. Their fingers dug into my skin, and it hurt my shoulders to be carried. I dropped my weight, hoping it would be harder for them, but they kept dragging me at the same pace. We turned the corner, where nobody else was, and so I started kicking. One of them huffed and yanked me up, letting me fall back down before continuing to drag me.

"You have five seconds to start talking or this gets a lot worse."

"Worse than being held against my will and being kidnapped by one of my best friends? Can't really get worse." I snapped, being dragged out the door and down the hallway.

"It can get a lot worse than this."

"Yeah right. I'd like to see you try to make this Hell burn hotter." I spat as they pulled me into another apartment. I was thrown onto a chair, but before I could get up ropes bound me. I scoffed, but before I could make a comment a fist hit me in the cheek, smacking my head sideways. Pain stung up the side of my cheek, and my jaw hurt a little.

"Start talking about Percy Jackson." One of the two said, who seemed more in charge. He reminded me of Luke in looks.

"That all you got? One punch and you expect me to talk?" I laughed, and I was answered with another punch to my mouth, and my lip split open. I spit the bit of blood on him, "You know, I never caught your names."

"What Jackson train with? His strengths? Have his powers developed?" The guys asked again.

"Tell me your name." I demanded, Moving my head to dodge a punch.

"I'm Ezra." The guy answered, "Now, c'mon. Percy." He reminded me.

"Oh! Percy's nice and funny. Good fighter. Born leader. You guys don't stand a chance." I answered simply, betting another punch, causing part of my cheek to split open, my lip bleeding down my chin.

"What about you? What do you got under your sleeve?" Ezra's face was close to mine, "Mason is just waiting to get in here." He threatened, and I felt fear ignite in my chest, but kept a straight face.

"That'll only make me furious. And I'm not even mad just yet." I replied, my voice betraying me. Ezra's mouth cracked a smirk.

"We'll get you there. Don't sweat it." Ezra backed up, crossing his arms. "Amira would be disappointed to hear her best friend and boyfriend turned. Gods, she's oblivious." He laughed to himself. The fear in my chest was replaced by anger, and I yanked on the bonds, the chair moving.

"Don't even dare talk about Amira! I will kill you!" I shouted, protective anger flood through my body.

"Shit, Ezra, see her eyes?!" The other guy panicked.

"Oh yeah, a little glow is gonna scare me?" Ezra scoffed, glaring at me, "She's supposedly 'ace'." He laughed to himself.

"Yeah. I'm ace. I'm also an asexual who doesn't like sex." I snapped, angier about being discredited.

"We can fix you." Ezra said, his voice low. I could feel myself losing a grip on my self control.

"I don't need to be fixed!" The ropes were getting looser with my attempts to get out. My hands ripped free and I launched myself at Ezra, tackling him. My hands kept hitting him, and I was yanked off by the other guy.

He held me as he opened the door, still scared by me.

"Mason, get Eve back to her room." He threw me at Mason, and I immediately started thrashing. The other guy, whose name I still hadn't learned, had a look of pure fear as we held eye contact, his eyes going blank.

Notes

Wow, so...... This was a bit different than I intended.

~Nova~