“Wake up Miss Way, wake up.”
A little voice breaks through the endless black I’ve been living in for God-knows-how-long. I fight against the sudden pounding in my head, and the nausea of not having moved in so long. I struggle to recognize the voice, the tone and words seem familiar, but I still can’t place a name!
“Miss Way, wake up,” says the voice again, sounding female.
Oh crap! I only know one woman who’d call me that, and talk to me in such a falsely sweet voice.
I struggle to open at least one of my eyes, when I do, I see it.
“Mrs. Grim? How nice to see you,” I say—well, attempting to say in a charming voice, but it comes out more like a croak.
Mrs. Grim smiles, then speaks in that sickly-sweet voice, “I wouldn’t be using such tones if I were you Miss Way.”
“Oh so you do care?” voice is stronger, but my head’s still spinning from whatever that crap was that knocked me out.
“I’ve always cared about you, child,” she says still smiling at me. “And now, so does your father,” she goes on, her smile changing into a confident smirk.
I smirk right back at her, “He hates me, you know that right?”
Smile twitches, “How so?” she says, struggling to keep the sweet tone.
“Had a fight, I hate him for abandoning me, and he thinks I’m a brat,” I say like it’s no big deal, but inside I burn with anger at the memories.
“Where is he now?” she says through clenched teeth, straining to keep her smile.
“I don’t know,” I say, trying to shrug my shoulders, but finding I can’t, seeing as my arms are above my head already.
Doesn’t matter though, Mrs. Grim is boiling at hearing that I have no clue as to where my father. She comes as close as she can to me and slaps me across the face as hard as she can.
My head whips to the side from the force of it, and I manage to spit out, “Just like old times, huh?”
“This is no time to be joking you useless child!” she screeches pointing a sharp nailed finger at me. “I’ll have to let him know where you are,” she hisses at me.
I turn to face her give a quick laugh, “Good luck with that, he hates me remember?”
“No matter,” she straightens and plasters that cold smile back on her face. “You are still his only connection to his wife, you mother,” she says giving me a harshly knowing look.
Red vision, then I jump up and kick my foot right in her chin.
“Leave her out of this,” I growl, that’s when I look around and notice I’m in a cell similar to the one I was once in. I look up and see that the reason my arms are up is because they’ve chained me to the ceiling, and I’m dangling a little off the ground. I whip my head back to face Mrs. Grim, who’s on the ground rubbing her jaw, “Where is my sister?!” I yell out furiously.
She looks up at me, a small trickle of blood coming down her chin, making her smile more menacing, “She’s not here.”
“What?!” I’m struggling against my chains to try and get closer so I can kick her again.
“She’s not here, I gave specific orders that she be taken to a different facility,” she says crawling away to avoid getting hit again.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me where she is!” I scream at the top of my lungs, swinging still to get in another shot at her smirking face.
“I’d like to see you try,” she spits. Then, without another word to me, she gets up and walks out a door to my left.
I keep screaming after her, “I’ll kill you!”
Part 43: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/zone-specter/danger-days-part-43
