by Keya Jay
Chapter forty-two: Aaron Fields
Carter was still unconscious Aaron noted as he looked around the room. Brooke once again gone and Aaron feared the moment she decided to reappear. He went back to trying to set himself free. His feet were already free and Carter had helped him get one arm free before Brooke had come back for him, she drained him but unlike all of the other’s she hadn’t drained him entirely, Aaron could tell as much because Carter was still breathing and if she had drained him completely he’d be dead. Though Aaron had one arm free you’d think that would go for his other arm as well but Brooke hadn’t tied his arms together which in her on way was a smart ides instead she had tied them to the only things in the so called “room”. There were tall poles from floor to ceiling that she had wrapped his arms around and secured him there his feet were the only thing she had tied together. Carter hadn’t even been tied back up after she had drained him the first time she left them there looking like one giant heap of clothes in the center of the white marble floor his blood and many other’s the only thing staining it. Aaron produced the nail that Carter had taken out of the wall and given to him after he had managed to get himself free and went to work at the last twine holding his left arm hostage.
Aaron could hear voices and wasn’t sure what exactly to expect he has never once seen Brooke or even heard Brooke bring any other here but because the blue moon was tomorrow and she had only one day to get the last sacrifice—whatever the hell that meant, he supposed that this time would be different. Aaron worked frantically harder at trying to get his left arm free, he was making progress but not nearly as fast as he’d like. Aaron could hear a loud thump and realized that whoever was here wasn’t invited by Brooke. Trying to swallow down his excitement he worked even harder at freeing himself knowing that whoever it was was momentarily distracted.
