Page 241 of Savior
The air is thick with the putrid smell of a distant hog farm. I can’t see anything with this stuffy hood over my head, and I still can’t hear Cherry. It’s been more than an hour since we were taken. Once my captors have me secured to some kind of metal chair, the hood is finally pulled off my head and I can look around.
We’re in a small warehouse of some kind. It’s mostly empty, with a gritty cement floor, blacked out windows in the front, and exposed steel beams. Cherry is still unconscious, and they’ve got her laying on the dusty cement floor of this old warehouse, a few yards away from me. Her mouth is gagged and her wrists are bound together around some kind of support beam.
Legion orders his men outside to keep watch, yanking his mask off and tossing it to the ground without a care. I know he’s got bigger concerns right now. He took a bullet, shielding me inside the van.
“If you untie me, I can help you, Legion.”
He chuckles darkly, peeling off his shirt to examine the bullet wound in his side. There’s a small, bloody hole in his back, near his lower right side. The slightly bigger bloody hole is in his front where the bullet passed through. I’m lucky the bullet hit him on an angle, and didn’t go through him, into me. With his knife, he slashes the shirt down the middle, giving himself more surface area to work with, and promptly ties the fabric tightly around his body to cover the wound.
“Legion, you need a doctor… You don’t know what kind of internal damage there might be… And it could get infected.”
“Enough!” he impatiently snaps at me, moving back to his leather cut draped on the work bench to retrieve his lighter and cigarettes.
“Legion, please… That’s not good for either of us.”
He scowls at me. “You’re a real pain in the ass.” He mutters, though he does drop the pack of cigarettes and zippo onto the work bench, fishing through his cut for that nicotine gum.
“Are you going to hurt us?”
“No.” he hisses. “I saved you. Though, your presence here serves a dual purpose.” I only stare at him, hoping my bewildered expression will urge him to elaborate. With another exasperated sigh, he adds, “You’re bait, my dear. There’s someone who can’t wait to meet you… Who’s also eager to reunite with your husband to be. But fear not, I won’t let him hurt you, either.”
“Why would anyone want to hurt me? I don’t even know them.”
His expression slides into a mixture of puzzlement and annoyance. “How have you managed to survive in this world with your infernal innocence?” His question drips with distain.
“Lucky, I guess.”
Legion chuckles at my obvious sarcasm, cocking his chin at my current predicament as he angrily pops several pieces of that gum into his mouth. “You call this luck?” he bends carefully to grab a stool from beneath the work bench and lowers himself down onto it slowly, wincing slightly at the pain he must be in. “The man, if one can even refer to him as such, who is so eager to meet you… would cut out your unborn child, just to watch it destroy your beloved. Then, if it lived, he’d sell it on the black market.” He says the words so casually, as if it isn’t the most horrific string of words I could have ever imagined, beyond my darkest thoughts.
“What kind of a monster…” My whispered words choke off as panic begins to seize me. I struggle against the ropes binding my hands behind my back and to the chair. The metal legs screech on the cement at my thrashing.
“I’ve already told you, I won’t let any harm come to you.” Legion says.
“You abducted me in a shootout!You have me tied to a chair in some warehouse!” I shout at him. “Forgive me if I have a little trouble believing you! Clearly I was wrong to ever have!”
“Then calm yourself for your own sake. And the sake of that kid in you.” He replies, his gaze lingering on my pregnant stomach. “Be the good mother I have faith that you truly are…”
I can’t help feeling like that was a loaded statement, but I have more to worry about right now, than deciphering Legion’s childhood traumas. “Dean is going to kill you, Damien. You and who ever thinks he’s going to cut this baby out of me!”
“Neither of those scenarios are going to play out, darling.”
I glare at him. “Did your crew take that missing girl, too? Did you traffic her?”
He sighs, shaking his head as he reaches into his cut laid out on the work bench. Pulling out both of our cellphones, I watch as he sends a text from his own, then powers up mine.
My heart beats a little faster, knowing my crazy Knight, my Savior, will track the location of my phone as soon as it alerts him that it’s back online. I take a deep quivering breath, hoping he isn’t far from wherever Legion has brought us.
“Now, Vanna… I need you to remain calm. Simply inform your lover that you are indeed, alright. That I have not harmed you, as I’ve now given you my word several times, I will not.” Legion says, pushing himself up to stand as he scrolls through my contacts. I hear the ringing through the phone on speaker. Dean frantically answers.
“Vanna! Are you alright? Where are you?”
“She’s fine, Keegan.” Legion replies, looking down at the cell as if he’s already bored with the entire situation. I watch as his thumb dances across the screen. “I haven’t harmed a hair on her precious head. In fact, you should thank me, for saving her from that unfortunate little fray earlier… It might even please you to know, that I took a bullet for her.”
“You’ll be taking more than that, Legion.” Dean’s tone is deadly. “Where are you?”
“I’ve just sent you a pin to our location… The party’s here.”
“It hasn’t even started.” Dean growls. “Let me hear her.”
