*SOME VIOLENCE PRESENT WITHIN THIS CHAPTER! AND SWEARING! SORRY IF THAT OFFENDS YOU! WILL PUT STARS WHEN IT STARTS AND FINISHES AND GIVE SUMMARY AT END!*

IMPORTANT : IF NOT RECENT READER, Has been established that FINN HEYWOOD'S species is called Marbhán(s) cus I edited it. FUN FACT! Marbhán means corpse/dead man in Irish Gaellic! Dat is all.

Chapter 28

DANNY'S POV

I peeked around the corner of the wall, my gun digging into my lower back slightly from its position in my waistband with my body practically plastered against the wall. Spotting Chris' guards, I counted the amount (three, all together), and quickly made my way back to the kitchen; making sure that all of the doors on the way were open and that I had the key-card which I had previously obtained from a rather sleepily Yvane (Nothing to do with the sleeping pills I'd slipped into her water bottle, of course...)

Once there, I located the packet of matches within one of the drawers along with a pair of barbeque tongs. Dashing my way upstairs I located an old jumper of mine and returned back to the kitchen, finding the fire alarm and climbing on top of the counter to reach it.

Lighting a match, I held it up to the jumper which was held by the tongs and effectively light it on fire, the flames being slow at first but slowly growing. Once it was a substantial amount, I held it up against the alarm as close as possible for a few seconds; the warning system coming on but a few seconds later.

The sirens blasted throughout the house along with the basement complex, as I quickly jumped down from the counter and insured that the jumper was widely spread. The burning mixed with my scent would trigger their nostrils and hopefully send the running (Towards me of course). Once I reached the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath and screamed.

"Oh my god, HELP! HELP ME!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking slightly at the end from the volume which gave it a nice touch. Considering they were wolves, they could most probably hear me from a mile away-- so I quickly dashed up stairs with the jumper in hand and threw myself into my room; turning and locking the door behind me after I waved the jumper about a bit in front of my door. I grabbed my metal bin in which I had emptied earlier with speed, dragging it to the middle of the room and dumping the jumper in unceremoniously.

Once that was sorted, I turned back to the door and to the large wardrobe I had 'conveniently' moved earlier, pushing with all my might at its side until it dragged and groaned its way in front of the door. Alarms still blaring, I screamed once more for affect and ensured that the fire was controlled before running to the window, hearing banging and shouting on my blocked door.

Sliding open the now unlocked windows which had once trapped me within the house when I first came here, I slowly slid them open and sat on the sill before slipping out; finding my footing as I stood up from the base on the second story room. I didn't have a lot of time, as one of them would be attempting to get my window open and save me in a few short moments.

You're probably wondering why I'm starting fake fires and climbing out of windows all of the sudden; well I'll tell you, it all started a few days ago...

Four days earlier...

"I don't understand... why are you going exactly?" I repeated hugging the blanket closer around my shoulders as I watched Chris pack his bags from the doorway within his room. It had been a few weeks since the 'incident' and I was now well enough to walk around by myself and not fall asleep every few minutes; which I was taking full advantage of. I mean some of my plants from Christmas were starting to grow!

"I told you it's just some pack business I have to deal with up north, I'll be back by the end of the week." He replied, shoving some clothes messily into a duffle bag. Damn, that was going to wrinkle...

Sighing, I quickly marched forward and grabbed the duffle bag from the bed while he was occupied; beginning to remove and fold the clothing within. "Yes I get that, but what sort of 'pack business'?"

He turned and smiled slightly while seeing what I was doing before answering "Why the sudden interest in the pack?"

"Why the sudden departure?" I shot back, placing the folded clothes neatly back into his bag.

"It's not sudden, Dan. We've been planning this for weeks."

"Well then why is it only today that I'm hearing about it?" I asked, as he went into his bathroom to get his toiletries.  I heard a groan before his head popped out from the doorway with a slight scowl on his face, face directed towards my pyjama clad figure with a messy bun and glasses. I'll admit I was being slightly whiny, but I wasn't ready to say it aloud yet.

"Danny, I'm honestly not in the mood right now."

"In the mood for what?! I'm just asking a few questions!" I defended, as he came back with a tooth brush and electric shaver. Is that all he's taking...? Men.

"A few?" He repeated incredulously, stuffing the objects he was holding in the side pockets of his bag. "Practically every sentence you've made since you've come in here has a question mark in it. So it's a little more than a few, English."

I sneered, "Well excuse me for taking an interest in my possible future profession."

"Who said you were given the job?" He snapped back sarcastically, earning an over-exaggerated gasp on my part.

I glared, throwing the t-shirt I was holding at his head, "You did! When you brought me here! Or have you forgotten that little detail?"

"Will you just be quiet, please?! I'm a bit busy right now if you haven't noticed."

Chris had definitely been... different, recently. He had been quite distant-- limiting his usual four hour visiting periods with me to ten minutes, claiming that he had work to do which kept piling up every day. I honestly would have understood if he hadn't been so vague about what he was doing. Never answering my questions and always leaving once I'd asked too much. Plus, he'd been quick to anger and snappy, hurting me slightly each time it happened if I'm honest. I was getting suspicious, and I'll admit that helping him pack was a slight plight from myself to try and get answers.

"Fine, I'll leave. Sorry for being such an inconvenience." I muttered sarcastically at the end, dropping my head slightly and leaving the room. His mood swings were really starting to get on my nerves as of late, and this slight personality change wasn't like him. Maybe this was his true colours showing, time breaking down the facade and showing his true self. It would make sense...

Or maybe it's you.... A small voice niggled at the back of my mind, as I made my way down the hallway and to the landing. I quickly dismissed the notion, but the thought kept coming back and back until it became my most likely explanation. Maybe I was being too clingy, maybe it's the temper, maybe--

"English, wait." I heard him call, as I quickly slipped on my angry mask (Which didn't take that much effort considering I was pretty pissed to begin with) and turned to watch him follow me down the small hallway.

I crossed my arms and cocked my hips sassily as he continued to make his way towards me, "Oh if it isn't the alpha himself? You are aware that silence requires you not to talk als --?"

My sarcastic sentence was interrupted however by his lips smashing against mine, shocking me slightly as I stumbled back in surprise. My arms quickly went on around his shoulders awkwardly for support as he moulded his slightly chapped lips to mine, the familiar feeling of bliss coming into my system. I gradually began relaxing into the kiss, closing my eyes and tangling my fingers into his hair as he pressed us against the railing; my lower-back most probably earning a bruise but that was the least of my worries as we continued to practically make out on top of the landing.

I eventually began to run out of breath and had to pull back, breathing heavily as I did with my eyes shut tight. My hands were in fists on his back while he stared at me with half-closed eyes.

Well that was unexpected...

"Danny, I'm sorry; but something important is going to happen soon," He murmured, placing his forehead to mine with slightly faster breath than usual, "and it's going to explain a lot of things. So until then, please... just bare with me."

"I'm sorry, too. I guess I've been sort of nagging on you recently..." I finally admitted, biting my lips slightly as I looked up at him from underneath my lashes.

He shook his head, "Don't be. It's a nice change actually; you taking an interest."

"Oh thanks." I chuckled sarcastically, earning a genuine one back. We had gotten closer over the past few weeks, even if he had been distant. I was slowly starting to come to terms with things and actually enjoyed it; agreeing with Chris' words completely.

"You know what I mean."

 "So... what's important thing is going to happen, then?" I asked in a low husky voice, which earned a groan from him.

"Its--"

"Chris, we've got to go. The group's moving out." A voice suddenly cut across his response, effectively ruining my chances of getting an answer along with the mood. Bloody hell, I was so close!

Stepping away from Chris who took my hand in his, I turned to look at the voice with a slight scowl, a voice who happened to belong to none other than Steve; the soldier who I sort of humiliated back at human training. "Oh, hey Steve, Still practicing your fighting, right? Don't want me to beat your arse again do we?"

"Why you little--"

"Williams! Know your place." Chris suddenly ordered, effectively cutting across whatever insult he was going to throw at me.

He lowered his head with an irritated look, "Yes, alpha. I apologise."

"Accepted, now go wait in the car I'll be there in a moment." He continued, before turning to me and making me his sole priority once more. I vaguely saw Steve leave in the corner of my eye, but was too focused on Chris to care; and how he was still holding my hand.

I rolled my eyes, "You didn't need to do that you know, I can take of myself."

"I know, but he's been getting on my nerves a lot recently and I wanted an excuse to shout at him." He admitted, smiling slightly as I chuckled.

"Fair enough. Anyway, so what was this thing you want to tell me about?" I questioned, looking up at his head taller than me stature.

"...It doesn't matter. I'll tell you when I get back." He replied, before smiling down at me "I'll see you soon."

"Okay...Try not to sleep with too many women... or men, whatever you're into." I joked, kissing him on the cheek as we made our way down the stairs. Once at the bottom he turned and rolled his eyes at my statement.

"Oh I'll fight the urge." He answered sarcastically, before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine once more. I returned it immediately this time, the familiar sparks causing me to press my body further into him. It quickly developed from an innocent good-bye kiss to a quite steamy one, so after a few more moments of enjoying the sensation I pushed him away with a breath.

"Go! Before we get into more trouble with Steve," I chuckled, gently shoving him through the front door. "And make sure to bring me back a souvenir."

"I'll see you soon." He repeated, before hitching the duffle-bag over his shoulder and turning away for the car.

"Take your time!" I called, waving over-exaggeratedly as he gave me a weird look before entering the passenger side of one SUV out seven, causing Steve to start it up and pull away from the house with a trail of them behind him. Continuing to wave until the cars were out of sight, I hesitated slightly for a few seconds before slamming the door shut and running back into the house; finally being able to put my plan into action.

Since Chris had banned me from entering the basement now under any circumstance, it had become rather hard to find answers since he'd been home for 24 hours a day, seven days a week (Even if he'd been a bitch sometimes) and would make sure that I didn't even get close to the door which lead to the stairs. So now that he was gone...

"Danny, where do you think you're going?" A voice suddenly asked, nearly making me jump out of my skin as I was just about to enter the doorway. Ah shit, I forgot that he was still here...

"Jesus, Cody-- what the hell?! You scared the crap out of me!" I exclaimed, spinning round with a hand on my heart.

He titled his head slightly to the side, "You know for a Russian military graduate, you sure do scare easily."

"Yeah well I'm in a house full of werewolves, shoot me." I muttered, inching backwards to try and get into the small passage way.

"...what are you doing?" He questioned, causing me to shrug in response.

"Visiting an old friend..." I answered, pausing my gradual shuffle as Cody gave me a dead-panned look, "... oh for Christ's sake Cody, I'm a grown woman-- I can do whatever I want."

"No you can't."

"Ugh, yes I can."

"This isn't your house, meaning you can't do whatever you want and Chris told me not to let you down there so, no... You can't." He explained, motioning for me to get away from the door in a rather camp manner. I huffed and crossed my arms, looking at the ground and sulking.

After a few minutes of pouting, I glanced up at him with one last attempt, "...What Chris won't know, won't hurt him?"

"...Get away from the door Danny." He stated, sounding as serious as the terminator.

"Fine!" I snapped, slamming the door shut as I sulked passed him, "You know there are over one million English words but no amount of stringing together can emphasize how much I want to hit you with a chair right now."

"Love you, too!"

Back to present...

Evidently his love went only to a certain extent.

After being graced by my middle finger that day, I hardly even caught a glimpse of Cody as he was too busy doing Chris' job for him for the entirety of the last four days. I had in no way given up my quest of getting downstairs; but knew that if I was to attempt immediately after being caught, Cody would see me coming from a mile off. So I needed to bide my time and come up with a plan...

Well, this was my plan.

After climbing down the building using decorative wooden planks which had been placed outside the wall, I jumped about two meters from the ground and landed with an oomph; practically sprinting and back to the kitchen once I got my breath back through the back door. Seeing a few guards from downstairs run past, I quickly hid behind the fridge and waited as they ran up the stairs.

They'd run that fast for me...?

Not having time to feel guilty however, I honed my newly acquired quiet walking skills (You try living in a house full of wolves, you can't do anything without them hearing you-- the skill had to be learnt) and made my way back to the basement, my feet hardly making a sound, revealing that in some ways being trapped here really helped re-kindle my military skills well.

Once around the corner, I smiled slightly to see that the guards were gone; allowing my plan to fully get into motion. Suddenly, I heard a crash and a commotion from upstairs, alerting me that the door was open to my room and they'd discovered my plan. I quickly shut the door as quietly as I could but it was obvious they'd figure out where I was in the next few seconds.

Quickly scanning Yvane's all access key-card through the swiping station next to the door, I locked it and made my way down the short hallway; the door connecting to another hallway having the same treatment as the basement entrance one.

Once I had gone about three door in (Each locked by myself afterwards), I finally reached the prison section of the dungeon; locating the door in which was signed 'Quarantine zone'. Scanning my card, Yvane's name, picture and information came up on the small screen next to the door; followed by ACCESS GRANTED in bold green letters.

Chris must be really paranoid about this place to have so many cards...

The heavy metal door spurred to life and gradually began to open, allowing me to slip through and close it after me with a bit of a heave and a push. Once inside, I turned to face the room to see a large block of wall in front of about twenty meters away.

Walking forward within the small entrance way, an empty cell sat in front of me; a junction allowing me to go left or right but stopping about thirty meters away and both turning to face north once more. The wall in front of me held three cells; and from what I could tell none were occupied. One cell was placed either side of the entrance way facing the three empty cells, and from what I could they were, in fact, occupied by individuals.

Creepy...

Each wall turned with the junctions, and within the walls which faced the block in the middle were, from what I could see, about four cells either side; some occupied by prisoners also. Glancing both ways, I decided to go left and then circle back if he wasn't there; turning at the junction and turning once more down the other passage.

I inspected each holding cell as I passed, the open bar cages allowing me to see each occupant within the dimly light room. I was shocked to see the dungeon like qualities of the rooms, with only a bed and toilet in each concrete made space. I almost started to feel bad, as I stared at the inhabitancy that all looked to be either sleeping or staring into the distance. Heck there was even a girl who couldn't be much older than sixteen.

However, I soon began to discover why these creatures were locked up in the first place.

If I ever got too close to a cell, the occupant would suddenly turn and hiss or morph their features into a terrifying creature, beginning to lash out at me. The teenage girl grew fangs and became deathly pale before roaring and plastering herself against the bars; throwing out her arms with claw like hands attempting to slice me open.

I stared at her with wide eyes as I backed up slightly, jumping as a voice suddenly called out in a relieved tone, "Oh Luna, it's you."

Turning down the passage way I saw a familiar guard jog up to me, coming to a gradual stop and smiling politely. Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit...

Recognizing him from the training, I quickly smiled back in an attempt to not look suspicious, as he didn't seem to be that angry which meant that there was a chance he didn't know I wasn't meant to be down here... "Tom, you scared me! What are you doing here? I didn't know you worked as a guard?"

He shrugged, "I started last week. What are you doing, ma'am?  I thought Chris didn't like you coming down here..."

Well crap, turns out he did know.

Tom was a young boy from what I could tell, maybe around his twenty mark. He was really nice and polite and I actually liked him a lot; he was a breath of fresh air for our generation, always smiling friendly whenever I saw him.

So I really felt bad for what I was going to have to do.

Pushing down my nerves, I waved him off with a smile, "He called and gave me clearance. I thought I'd come and take a look around, visit an occupant maybe. You don't by any chance know where Finn Heywood is being held, do you?"

"Umm, the Marbhán? I think he's in high security... but I'm sorry, Danny--I can't do anything until I get a confirmation from Cody upstairs. I'm going to give him a call in the office if that's alright with you? Just in case..." He said, sounding rather guilty for having to do it but at the same time adamant.  I blinked slightly as an idea came to me, before I nodded with a put on smile.

"Yeah, no problem! I'll come with you." I replied, making my way towards him and following him down the passage way before turning to the right. He smiled once more as we reached another junction, which allowed us to go either forward or to the left. The forward passage turned right once more, which revealed that it was like a circle back to the entrance. Huh, interesting.

Turning left, more cells lined the walls as I made small talk with Tom; attempting to get more information from him and figure out a place to complete my plan while at the same time smothering my guilt, "So, how are you liking it here? First week, must be exciting!"

He nodded, seeming genuinely happy. Oh god I'm a bitch...

"Yeah, it's really good. I'm a bit peeved because that I'm new they gave me the easy job and put me on the female wing... w-which of course is fine because... you know, t-they're all ugh, tough?" He trailed off noticing my slightly accusing stare when he said he was peeved being on the women's sector.

Men...

"Nice save."

"Thanks...B-but anyway! I like it so far. It's a responsibility, you know? Something I've needed more of recently; keeps me out of trouble." He added, smiling down at me slightly. I returned it, realising annoyingly that now was the perfect time to ask.

"What so you're responsable for the entire cell, all by yourself? Seems a bit much, doesn't it?"

He shook his head, "No other guards are here-- you remember Thomas and Jake, right? They're downstairs in the male sector and Nigel's in the CCTV room. We all take shifts as well so I'm off in about two hours." He shrugged, before reaching a door and scanning a card. "Here we are, you coming in or are you waiting here?"

"I'll come in, besides there might be central heating in there." I answered, rubbing my arms and pretending that I was cold in order to let his guard down more. I really wasn't comfortable with what I was going to have to do... but I needed at least some answers; even if it meant going behind some people's backs.

Alright so the male section had two rather large guards (if I remember correctly from training) ...another one is monitoring CCTV so I'll have to be quick-- and then I have Tom.

Sweet, Tom.

"Oh you're cold? I've got a coat in here if you want to borrow it." He added, as he stepped into the rather cramped office with a large window which looked out into the hall, a desk covered in papers, a computer, a small sofa and a tiny telly in the corner.

"You don't mind?" I asked, as I stepped in and shut the door behind me. Turning he grabbed a brown jacket which was draped over the office chair and handed it over to me, quickly turning and going over to the office desk which had a cord phone on it.

"Not at all."

I had to distract him, fast.

"Hey, Tom? I was wondering... why didn't you use your mental link to contact Cody instead of the phone?"  I asked, placing the coat down gently and slowly going up behind him as he crouched over the desk in an attempt to find something.

"The ceiling here was built to block out any mental connection encase the prisoners try and contact anyone, bad side is it affects us as well. Hey do you--?"

"Sorry, Tom." I muttered, before grabbing the junction of his neck and shoulder and squeezing hard. He fell hard and heavily after a few seconds, and I quickly felt like the biggest bitch in the universe as I began to sit him up and drag him onto the sofa to try and make his unconscious body become less uncomfortable. Once he was laying half on and half off the couch, I gave up with a groan and snagged his card (Damn that guy is heavy...); looking around the office for map or something which would lead me to high security section. After searching for a few minutes, I smacked myself on the forehead as I realised the thing was framed on the wall right in front of me.

Genius, Danny.

Analysing it as quickly as possible, I realised that each floor had the exact same layout; the only difference being that if I found the office within the male wing, the high security cells would be straight ahead. Double checking everything, I quickly exited the office; locking the door behind me as I did.

Insuring the door was sealed shut, I double checked my gun and began preparing to leave towards the male wing before a wheezy voice stopped me in my tracks, "Well, well... if it isn't the Luna of the freak-show."

No... It couldn't be...

Freezing in place, I slowly turned to face a familiar blonde who sat on the floor within a cell while leaning heavily on the bars.

"Tinsley..." I mumbled, feeling my legs slowly make my way towards her. She was in a cell about two cages down, wearing a once white prison uniform which every occupant was made to wear. Her face was bandaged and hair grimy and knotted; as she sat on the floor with her face placed against the bars and arm sticking out between the gaps weakly on the floor. She basically looked like shit...

And I wasn't complaining.

"I see you're still alive then, what a shame... still, at least you didn't get out completely unscathed." She sniggered, her voice slightly raspy and out of breath as she motioned towards my bandaged arms and hands; along with my stitched face and slight limp.

Ignoring the pain, I went the rest of the distance to her weakened form and crouched down next to the bars, glancing around her face and body before replying in a low voice, "Well now, I must say that the feeling is mutual in every way, but... I guess I'm the free one here, so my situation is slightly better than yours... wouldn't you think?"

"F**k you." She seethed, as I sighed exaggeratedly with disappointment. I then realised, that this was the perfect opportunity, if not the last, to get my answers from Tinsel-Tree. Plus, maybe just a little bit of revenge.

"...Why did you do it Tinsley? If not for Chris, then for what?"

She scoffed, shifting her position slightly "I already told your mate, go f***ing ask him."

"Yes well I'm not my mate, am I?" I snapped back, my voice still low as I shuffled slightly on my feet to get closer to her. "So please, enlighten me."

"Screw you." She spat, causing my lips to purse and a slight sigh to leave my lips just for effect. I knew exactly what I was going to do; whether she cooperated or not.

"Now... I don't hear a suitable answer within that sentence. So let's try something else." I replied, quickly grabbing her arm which had been on the floor next to her and pinning it down as she struggled to pull it away in her weakened state.

***VIOLENCE BEGINS**

"No--"

"Do you know why I left the army, Tinsley?" I asked causally, adjusting my grip with both hands as she tried to pull away whimpering slightly, "I think you do. But just in case you've forgotten, let me refresh your memory.

"You see, I was deemed 'mentally unstable'. A trivial matter really, I mean what can you actually say is unstable? Hmm? I knew very well what I was doing; I did it with great ease and gracefulness. But I guess some would deem it immoral. But you see, what would happen...was that if anyone was to hurt me-- or any member of my squadron; I would make it my personal and infinite duty, to ensure that the person who committed the offence towards me or my friends; would gain twice or even thrice the amount of pain they had inflicted on their victims.

"And what would happen, is that I would hunt them down; and hurt them." I finished, and while saying the last part of the sentence, I used all of my force to snap the bone in her lower arm with a slight grunt; gaining a wail of pain from the woman in front of me which shook the entire wing awake.  "I would inflict pain and pain again until I felt that the debt had been repaid. And after they had begged for mercy, I would kill them-- feeling no remorse; because there is no such thing as good or bad anymore...only the in-between."

Ignoring her, I grabbed her hair between the bars and held her steady as I pressed my thumb against her bandaged eye and applied pressure; scowling as blood started to seep through the material.

"And I'm done pretending to be the nice little human," I seethed, my voice having a slight sarcastic tone as the continued to wail beneath me, "I'm done with holding back."

"P-please! Stop! F-forgive me, I'm sorry!" She cried, cradling her arm on her lap and clawing at the one at her eye. I just continued to add pressure.

"You know, I might have done that... If you hadn't tried to f***ing kill me." I replied, before shoving her roughly and standing up, leaving her holding onto her bloody eye with her good hand. "Now, I'm feeling gracious, so I won't kill you. But believe me when I say, that if I ever see your face again; I will destroy you. I promise you that.

***VIOLENCE ENDS***

Leaning a bit closer, I finished my threat with a whisper, "So stay the f**k away from us."

And with that, I turned away and stormed swiftly down the passageway, following the arrows which told me which way it was to the male sector. I had been waiting a hell of a lot of time and had been pending up a hell of a lot of anger for Tinsley and her 'not-so-perfect-anymore' hair.  I'll admit that I had not expected to see her down there as I believed her to have moved to another prison up north. However, everything I said to her was true. Every action done without regret. I'd been holding back a lot recently, fighting the drilled into me urge to fight and find answers in 'not-so-friendly' ways; so seeing Tinsley in the flesh like that after what she's done, seeing her without having time to process the possible consequences of my actions... well, I went with instinct.

And instinct told me to make her hurt.

After a few twists and turns, I finally reached a door which stated MALE WING; a rather satisfactory result as I scanned Tom's card and received the ACCESS GRANTED go ahead along with his picture name and details. As the door slowly opened a few moments later, I suddenly heard a bang and a commotion from ways away; the familiar voice of Cody mixing in with the yells of other men and hissing of the prisoners.

They'd figured out what I was doing.

Slipping through, I pulled with all my might to close it as quickly as possible, the sucking sound of it closing bringing slight relief to me. Now in the male section, the layout was basically the same as I quickly made my way through the maze of prisoners, being sure to keep an eye out for the two guards Thomas and Jake.

The men snarled and hissed as I past, the few who spoke English informing me that I was going to die and that if I let the out they'd give me the riches of my wildest dreams.

Yeah, right.

Nearing the same area that the office was for the female ward, I vaguely heard the phone ring followed by a voice answering a few moments later which sounded rather like Thomas. Now knowing that Cody was on the other side of the line informing them of my 'stunt', I picked up the pace in an attempt to find the high security section. If the map was right it shouldn't be too far...

Rounding the corner of the office I ducked underneath the window and quickly crouch-walked my way past to the security room; quickly rounding the corner as I saw two figures walk briskly to the entrance of the cell block.

Hesitating slightly I kept looking behind me as I made my way swiftly to the high security door, swiping Tom's card once more against the scanner in order for it to open. With a loud beep which would surely alert the guards, the door finally opened. Slipping through I pulled it shut with a grunt and waited for the reassuring click to sound before taking a breath of relief and turning to face a rather short hallway which was well light and white, three doors situated in the entire room (Not including the exit).

Stepping forward I worked quickly in finding the one Finn was in, opening the first hatch to my left which allowed me to see within the interrogation resembled room, finding a rather large man chained to the wall. He looked to be about seven feet large and his hands were probably the same size as my head.

Keeping an impassive face as he looked up to see who it was and started to yell in Spanish, he yanked against the chains as I quickly shut the hatch calmly and strongly. Moving to the door to the North of the room, I opened the hatch to see a young woman with long wavy light brown hair standing gracefully at the corner of the room, her head in her hands as she stood stock still like a statue while wearing nothing but a pair of grey, wide silk trousers which cascaded to the ground from her slim hips. However the main features of her body would be that of the two GIANT white angel wings which grew out of her back, reaching the floor and slightly brushing it. She didn't move and I didn't question it as I slowly closed the hatch with furrowed eyebrows.

 I blinked slightly before quickly going to the other door, only opening a hatch for a second before seeing what was inside and closing it with a sharp clamp.

I found him.

Using Tom's card one last time, the door opened after a few moment of clanking as I stepped back and allowed it to slowly slide inside of the white room. Once it was open wide enough, I stepped in and found a familiar face looking up at me from behind his dark hair with a slight scowl on his face, as he sat on a metal chair bolted to the ground within the room. Wearing the same uniform as Tinsley, he looked slightly less grimy but still not fully clean as his black, tangled hair reached his chin.

"Ah, well if it isn't the welcoming committee; come to see how life in the dungeons is treating me, eh?" He asked sarcastically, his Irish accent coming through strong as I walked up to him silently with a ton of questions on my lips.

"Well I must admit I have a few complaints. First of all, could you please turn down the lights in this place, its f***ing distracting. How do you expect me to concentrate when it's like the f***ing sun is a few meters away from you in here?

"Second of all, could you get the girl the next door a f***ing blanket or something for Christ's sake? I don't exactly appreciate an angel's been crying in my head every bloody day and night. Have you ever heard an angel cry? It's horrible. She's not exactly a threat just let her the hell out of here. I can't f***ing sleep because of her.

"Third of all, could you tell your goons to--?"

"My god do you ever stop talking!" I asked, as he continued to rant in front of me while obviously taking the mick.

He narrowed his eyes, "I would, if your f***ing people would listen to me for once. Why am I still here?"

He likes to swear, doesn't he?

"Because I have some questions, and I doubt you're going anywhere anytime soon, mate." I snapped back, as I grew impatient with his whining. My hand twitched towards my gun but I held it back, knowing that if was the only trick had up my sleeve which would guarantee to work.

"Well, mate," He sneered, his upper-lip twitching slightly, "What do you want to know? The faster I answer the faster I don't have to look at your annoying face."

Ignoring his remark about my face I held the bridge of my nose with my index finger and thumb while beginning to pace, closing my eyes in an attempt to calm down. Just take deep breaths, Danny... Deep brea--

"Any time soon would help; I have places to be you know." He taunted, a sarcastic tone in his Iris tongue as he obliviously could not leave.

Taking one deep breath my head snapped to his with narrowed eyes, ready to lunge and pounce at the bastard but I held it back, "How did you know?"

"I know a lot of things, which one are you referring to."

"That bird's sing, what do you think?!" I snapped back sarcastically, gaining a slight smirk from him as he knew he got to me. Calming down once more with a deep breath, I placed a hand on my hip, continuing to glare down at the soothsayer. "You warned me. You warned me about what Tinsley would do. Not directly of course, thanks for that by the way, but you knew. Deep down I know you knew and I want to know how."

He whistled lowly, "That's a lot of knowing..."

"HEYWOOD!" I snapped, stepping forward and readying to punch him the face before I found the restraint within me to do so. If I kill him, I won't get my answers, "...How?"

"I told you, you spoke to the eye. Cause of that, you and I know have a connection-- a bond if you will. I'm stuck with you, you're stuck with me. "He shrugged, motioning to his hand tattoo when mentioned, "As annoying as it sounds."

"Why?" I asked, not liking where this is going. I already had a bloody connection with Chris, why do I have to have a connection with this guy now? I can hardly cope with one, let alone two.

"I just said it was the eye-- Jesus, do you ever listen?"

"What is the eye, Heywood?" I repeated, my patience hanging by a thread. I swear to God if he answers sarcastically I will--

He clicked his tongue and made a strange sound at the back of his throat, "Sorry Dear, can't tell you that; secret circle. If I tell you I'll be executed."

"I'll execute you in a bit if I don't start getting answers, soon." I replied, threatening him but it seemed to not be having that much of an effect. Dammit...

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it." He answered; smiling sarcastically from his chair which I really wish wasn't bolted to the ground so I could throw it at him. Returning the smile, I managed to push down the frustration and annoyance building up within me and took an inner peace treaty.

"Fine... Who were Tinsley and Matthew working for?" I negotiated, wanting at least one answer to leave with today.

He titled his head to the side with an exaggerated look of thought on his face, pursing him lips and narrowing his eyes, "Hmm.... don't know."

"Heywood I swear to God if I don't start getting answers soon I'll-"

"You'll what? You've got nothing on me Miss Perkins. You don't know me from Adam. What could you possibly have on me that would make me bow to your every whim?" He cut-across; sounding so smug and conceited the urge to punch him where the sun doesn't shine grew and grew.

But then, what he said clicked.

And I knew what I had to do.

Straightening my spin slightly, I ran a hand through my hair before blowing out a huge sarcastic breath of air, "I feel bad for Ava and Niamh, I really do. I didn't want to do it but I guess you just left me no choice... "

His head snapped up at the mention of his family, with whom I had met in a dream. I wasn't complete sure they were real, but by his reaction; I'd say it was rather obvious they did truly exist. "...What?"

I shrugged, "Would be a shame if something was to happen to them, wouldn't it?"

Don't call the bluff...

"You are treading, on some mighty thin ice there Miss Perkins. So I'd suggest you shut your mouth before you say something you're going to regret." He warned, his voice low and eyes glaring while looking up at me through his dark bangs.

I returned the glare, "Oh, I won't regret it, you can count on that."

"Believe me, you will. You will regret it so, and you will beg for me to pray mercy on your soul; and trust in me when I say I will not. I won't ask about how you know about them, but you will wish you'd never had even met them. You will beg for kindness, you will beg for forgiveness -- and I might have shown it; if you had not mentioned their names. This is a warning to you, an advice if you will... if you dare, threaten my wife and daughter once more; I will kill you. In the most personal, and painful way I can think possible." He replied, his eyes dark and his whole body stiff as he glared at me while practically spitting in my face.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Oh you will." He replied, leaning forward in his seat as far as his handcuffed arms would allow it, "Take my word for it."

I cocked my head to the side, chuckling slightly at his obviously wasted determination, "Good luck with that. You'd be doing a better job than me."

"... Why are you doing this? What do you have to offer these mongrels? Why stay?" He asked, watching me calculatingly with his exhausted eyes. My eyes narrowed to a glare, as I stood not answering his questions. His sudden questions were throwing up red lights.

"You're the psychic, figure it out yourself."

He shrugged, "I would but you telling me would be easier."

"It's none of your business."

"...I know everything about you, Miss Perkins; nothing of yours is none of my business anymore. I know all of you dream, your hopes..." He replied, a small dark smirk curving against his lips, "... your fears."

As he spoke the last word, the lights of the sterile white room began to flicker; my breath hitching slightly at the event. I quickly looked up at the ceiling to see that the florescent lights were now flashing on and off, without them, the windowless room would be pitch black. "So really, you have no true business left which I don't know about."

"What are you doing?!"

He lifted his head up and with a more prominent smirk, spoke.

"Trying."

At his reply, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. I couldn't see a thing as I stumbled back away from the soothsayer and began to feel my chest constrict from fear and my skin begin to crawl. Breathing heavily, I jumped slightly as I heard the rattling of hand-cuffs and the sudden clank of them falling heavily against the floor.

He got out.

I fumbled with my waistband for a moment, relieved when I felt the smooth handle of my gun in hand. Whipping it out I switched the safety off and held it out in front of me steady, trying to calm my heart but failing miserably. My head was suddenly almost suffocating, as I tried to find a solution to the current events.

Okay, Okay... door.

With shaky steps I began to gradually make my way to the door, however the more I walked towards the area in which I believed it to be, the more I came to realise that I should've run into the wall a good ten steps back.

What was happening?

"You're alone, Danielle." His voice suddenly echoed from behind me, scaring me as I span around and tried to face him with quick, panicked breaths. A sudden banging and shouting began from what seemed to be the other side of the entrance, causing me to jump almost a foot in the air. But after a few moment of listening, Cody's voice became recognisable from the loud noise. I'm still in the interrogation room... 

"Don't worry; no one can get in here. It's just you and me."

"Heywood, you stop this right now!" I demanded, surprising myself as my voice seemed strong and non-wavering.  I attempted to make my way towards Cody but soon realised that I couldn't in fact move my feet. What the hell?!

"I must say, this was rather easy. You made it seem as if killing you was going to be challenging. You must think quite highly of yourself." His voice once again echoed from my right, as I attempted to turn my body to once again face him. My throat and eyes were burning as it felt as if my heart was the weight of lead.

"Ugh!" I cried, as I felt frustration and panic build within me.

"Your first mistake, was threatening me." He began to explain, as I gradually felt my lungs constrict to a point of hyper-ventilating. "Your second, was threatening the people I love. And your third..."

"Stop it."

Cody's voice could be heard vaguely in the background, "Danny! Danny don't listen to him it's all in your head! It's not really Danny just--"

"--Was doing it in front of me. Did you really think that a little, injured human girl who thought of herself so invincible that she was too blinded to see the obvious; could actually threaten me? I am a Marbhán, a fortune-teller, a psychic-- whatever you want to call it. Either way I am a God compared to you, so why bother trying?"

Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my neck, "I don't know what your dear little Christopher sees in you. You're so weak, it's pathetic--"

Knowing this was my chance I realised that my feet were now free and quickly cut across his taunting and kicked out to where I thought he would be; feeling rather smug as well as relieved when I heard a grunt and a shuffle. My face had hardened when he brought Christopher into the discussion, so even if scared and breathing erratically my anger soon over took the fear.

Bastard!

Spinning around I threw out my hand towards where I believed his abdomen to be, striking gold when I felt the hard stomach beneath my fingers. I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him sharply backwards, startling slightly when the lights came back on instantly once he smacked against the cell room's wall with a grunt.

"Listen here, Magic man; and listen well," I seethed, stepping forward and bringing the gun barrel to his throat while digging it in slightly. "Even if injured and at my most-scared, I will never be too weak to defeat the likes of you. I've been against worst in worst states, so trust me when I say even if at my dying breath, I would not be too weak. So tell me, what is 'the eye'?!"

He chuckled, breathing deeply as he gulped slightly at the barrel of the gun while looking down at me from his head's angled up position, "Your worst nightmare."

I doubt it's One Direction...

The door finally burst open, with six overly large men running in and pausing slightly at Finn and I's position against the wall. "Took you long enough."

"Let's go, Danny." Cody replied, his voice sounding seriously pissed off. Narrowing my eyes at the magic man once more, I shoved him slightly before pulling away and retreating towards my friend; shaking off what just happened with a slight shake of the head.

Well that was a waste of time and effort...But still, I did get to get my own back with Tinsle-Tree.

Following the beta outside he came to a stop and turned to me abruptly, holding the bridge of his nose in irritation "What the hell Danny? What was that?!"

I shrugged, "You wouldn't let me go with consent, and obviously I was going to try anyway. It's no big deal, just let me do it the easy way next time; okay? "

"No big deal?! What about Tinsley?! Huh? Does that not classify as a big deal to you, Danny?!" He seethed, pointing behind him where the door to the cells was situated.

"No not really. Listen, its collateral damage; and really I think she had it coming to her, you know considering she did try and kill me after all..." I waved off; emphasising on the kill part as I felt it would help in my case. No matter how much trouble I was in, I would NEVER regret what I did towards her.

Stupid bitch had it coming.

"Collateral damage?! What the actual hell Danny, we can't send her back to the court like that! Do you know how much--? Ugh, you know what never mind. There are more important things to worry about right now." He said in exasperation, before sighing and looking up at me with tired eyes.

"Damn what's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked, as he began practically muttering to himself before he seemed to give up and let his hand clap down to his side in defeat.

"It's about Chris."

My eyebrows furrowed on their own accord, both at the sudden atmosphere change and the abrupt change of subject "What's he done now?

"That's the thing... we don't know." He replied, shaking his head. Eyebrows still furrowed, I cocked my hip to the side on habit and placed my hand on it.

"What?"

"Danny...Chris has been missing for two days."

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ME: Hey everyone I'm back! I--- Wait, where did everyone go? *EMPTY ROOM FULL OF TUMBLEWEEDS* HELLO?! Oh my God I'm alone!!! ERMGURD, what is life! *sobs* I'm sorry! I didn't know!

*TUMBLE WEED MORPHS INTO CONFUSED SLEEPY/ANNYOED READER*

READER: *CONFUSED*... WHo the Hell are you?

ME: I DON'T KNOW!

And that is the story of Iggy.

**SUMMARY!**

DANNY BROKE TINSLEY'S ARM AND DID OTHER NASTY STUFF AND WE FOUND OUT THAT SHE LEFT THE ARMY DUE TO BEING MENTALLY UNSTABLE AS SHE WOULD TORTURE THE PEOPLE WHO HURT HER OR HER SQUADRON.

Well that was fun.

I've really been getting into writting torture scenes recently... I think I might have a problem O.o

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Okay so its been a... while O.o AND I'M SORRY! But this was 15 pages in word so hopefully I made up for it??? Got to see a little more of Finn, eh? (I want me some Finn... and some Chris... somebody love me :()

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