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Bad Moon Rising	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Raven, The (2012) > Raven, The (2012) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Someone save me if you will

And take away all these pills

And please just save me if you can

From my blasphemy in my wasteland

Save Me-Shinedown

Raphael
I let out a low, nearly inaudible groan as I begin to come to once more, bracing myself for the hit that came every time I woke up. When nothing happens, I open my eyes, squinting in the harsh light that filters in through the curtains, finding Emily Hamilton standing in front of me with two young boys on either side of her clutching heavy pans—the same pans that have been used to keep me unconscious. If I get my hands on those boys I won't let go until they're dead. "Raphael," Emily states in a cool, unwavering voice even as her hands clenched into fists," where are my niece and sister being held?"
I smirk up at her, lips pressed into a firm line to show she wasn't getting any more answers out of me that Blake hadn't wanted me to share in the first place. When I say nothing she nods to the boy on her left—he hefts the pan up above his head and brings it down firmly on one of my hands. I clench my teeth in pain, not wanting to give the trio the satisfaction of hearing me scream. "You're not getting any information from me, sweet heart," I snarl, glaring her down. Her blue eyes are unwavering and full of fire; she'll need it later if Blake gets his hands on her. That fire will dim until it's barely an ember.
She takes the pans from the boys and sends them out of the room, setting the pans down on a nearby table. Her posture is rigid and tense, fueled by her anger and loss, and who knows what else. She might just be the type of woman who's always secretly angry, hiding it away until she has a reason to show it. "I'll give you one last chance to tell me what I want to know before I give you over to my brother-in-law." She turns to face me, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She reminds me of Elizabeth and the way the child continues to fight despite the repercussions that follow. I stay quiet, giving her a smug look I've seen on Blake's face several times a day. "Fine." She comes to stand a hairbreadth away, drawing her fist back and delivering a hard blow to my nose, breaking it cleanly.
Blood travels from my nose and down my face as I smile up at her. "Is that the best you can do, Hamilton?" She swings again, hitting my shoulder...My mouth...My stomach; wherever she could hit is where that fist of her's landed. By the time she was done I was barely conscious and her knuckles were bruised and bloody. "Not too bad for a woman."
Sarah
I struggle against the ropes, only succeeding in rubbing my wrists and ankles raw and bloody. Blake had tied me to the bed himself, using his expensive belt to whip me for the damage I'd caused earlier with the knife. He'd taken my weapon of course, rubbing at the stitches on his face as he did so. I have more reason to struggle now than ever, before Blake had left a few hours ago he'd smiled at me, running a hand down my throat and over my collar-bone. "I must take my leave now, Sarah; you're daughter and I are going on a little trip and I'm afraid we are already running late." I'd screamed insults and threats, struggled violently for three hours, and even gnawed at the ropes binding my hands to the headboard for a while, but nothing helped. I am stuck here in this room while Blake does God only knows what to my baby!
"Let me out," I scream again, voice raw and barely above a whisper.
"Try groveling," Blake smirks on the doorway. "I have always enjoyed a good grovel." I watch him over my shoulder, looking for anything out of place. He seemed more satisfied than normal which gave me cause for concern. "What, no witty response?" He moves forward, hands stuffed in his pockets. He grins, looking down at me without the insane lust for once. His eyes are perfectly clear and sane for the time being and for that I am grateful. "Your husband will be here any day," he murmurs in my ear. "If you're good I will kill him quickly."
Emmett
I kick the door to the old Baltimore Patriot building open, wasting no time on Blunt and Daniels as they stumbled out of the coach after me. The building was large; Ivan having added a lower level somewhere around here; that's where Poe found Emily just in time before the woman suffocated. That might be where my family is being held and I intend to find out! "Elizabeth," I shout, holding up a lantern to light the rooms as I go. "Sarah!"
"What should we do, sir," Blunt asks, fidgeting nervously.
"Everywhere, leave no piece of furniture unturned. There should be a hidden entrance somewhere in this building and my girls might be trapped there." The two men nod and split up, Blunt going to the left, Daniels going to the right, and myself going straight. "Elizabeth, Sarah!" Rats scurrying out of the way of the light, hiding in the shadows and stirring up dust. There was a soft noise that came afterwards that made me pause. It happens again and my mouth tightens into the grim line. It was a sneeze, one I'd heard every summer, every winter, every time she had a cold. "Elizabeth, make another noise for me, baby!" There! The scraping sound of wood on wood and close by!
I spin around, lowering the lantern slightly and finding a small form under one of the table, a chair a few feet away. "Mm, ugh, mm!" Quickly, I set the lantern down and drop to my knees, pulling my little girl out from under the desk and into my arms. Elizabeth mumbles something into the gag, nuzzling closer to me for warmth. She dressed only in her nightgown and robe.
"Daddy's got you," I whisper, hugging her and calling out for Daniels and Blunt. The two men rush over to me from different rooms. I pull the gag out of Liz's mouth so she could talk and breathe properly. "Oh, I love you so much." She looks up at me in tears, the right side of her face swollen and red. There's an envelope pinned to the front of her robe and I take it quickly, almost dreading to read the note that would be inside. "Daniels, I need you to take Elizabeth to the Hamilton estate to be cared for. Blunt and I will search for anything the kidnapper may have left behind." Daniels nods, gently taking Elizabeth and running out to the coach.
Once I was sure my daughter was out of the building, I unseal the envelope and unfold the parchment that was inside. 'My eyes are on you even now. See you very soon, Detective." I didn't get much of a chance to respond to the letter before I fall to the ground, the blackness of unconsciousness taking over everything. Even in that state I knew one thing was for certain.
Gabriel Blunt was a traitor.
This chap is short, but I'm struggling through writer's block right now. On the other hand, I just completed the Lord of the Rings trilogy I've been working on since eighth grade and you should check it out. The first story is called "Ashley did it!" and it's on my friend, Terasa's, profile on FanFiction.net!
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