James
We head for the woods, looking for the factory in our wolf’s shape.
We have been running for an hour now, until Xander stops me in the middle of nowhere. We shifted back to our human form and put our clothes on.
“Why did we stop our search? There’s nothing here!” I asked.
“We’ve already gotten to our destination.””But I don’t see anything.”
“My mother put on a spell so no one could see or enter the property, but with magic powers that I inherited from her, I can see the place.”
“Wow, I tend to forget sometimes that you are a hybrid.”
“I will try to break the spell so we can break in through the invisible wall,” he said.
He chanted some words in a foreign language that I won’t understand until the factory is visible to my naked eyes.
“Wow, you are so powerful; no wonder you are the king of werewolves.” I whistled.
I have my eyes on the place that we are facing.
It’s a three-story warehouse, and it appeared quite completely deserted, though they still approached it with significant caution.
The old building had obviously been neglected for some time, and it was now overrun with small animals and dust and looked shabby-it was clear that no one had set a foot on it in a long time.
The abandoned building appears to be a shell of what it once was. Through its broken windows, holes, and blemished color, the building appears to be an old abandoned building.
This factory used to be owned by my family, which abandoned it some years ago. Now it stands empty and derelict.”
We made our way towards the hole in the fence.
It’s overgrown with vines and leaves. This is one of the many entrances to an abandoned factory.
The path to the factories was covered with brown leaves, and we struggled to keep from slipping as we walked.
By now, all the trees are leafless, which helps us see farther down the path. We approach our destination, an empty parking lot within the woods, and sit down. The parking lot starts to appear from behind the trees.
Every few hundred yards, there are electricity poles, their wires broken and blowing in the wind like weeping willow trees.
We sit in the empty parking lot surrounded by barren trees; we are in a dead, urban jungle.
This place was once teeming with life, but now it is all but empty. From this spot, we can see everything.
The roofs of seven abandoned buildings create an industrial skyline from where we sit.
A bulldozer stands where a building once did.
The sun is beginning to set, and the windows of the buildings are giving off a powerful glare.
The sky is a mix of orange and red.
I will mask our scents, and I will teleport us inside. Hold on.”
We walked toward the entrance door. From there, the whole structure appeared to be monstrously massive.
In a matter of seconds, we were inside the factory.
It looked as big as ever before; endless walls and a staircase led to the top floor.
The dust, cobwebs, and graffiti on the walls and corners. Yet the remains of furniture that lay disorderly and cluttered on the floor reminded me of death, for this had once been the home of many happy lives and therefore full of life itself.
And it was all gone. replaced by rats, spiders, and their cobwebs, dirt, dust, fleece, and trash. And trash.
Abandoned… Newspapers that gave the date of a couple of years ago were barely visible, for they were covered in dust. Boxes that read” FRAGILE,” were where one could identify broken pieces of jars, plates, and glass.
There were no answers there; simply the smell of rot, the sound of creaking, the touch of a rough surface,
With the sight of a horror scene and the taste of regurgitated food, I felt I would certainly throw up. It was too much for me to bear.
As the cold wind rushed against my face.
We hurried to the top floor, and what we saw scared the hell out of us.
The top floor is designed to be a prison. For fuck’s sake! What a place! Alexander’s parents are mentally ill.
They are holding thousands of people of all genders and ethnicities, mystical creatures, and humans as hostages.
My god, I can’t believe what I’m seeing; they are fucking insane, and who will do this monstrous act except the devil himself?
The floor is divided into cells. They are very small and cramped. Two people are kept together in that cramped space.
They were supposedly made for one person, but they have never had anything less than two people in them; those cells were super small (about 5 x 7 ft.).
They only had enough room for a sink and a small toilet at the back, right behind the bottom bunk bed. I can’t explain how small and cramped that space was for two big, grown men or women with children.
They generally have a heavy steel door on each cell that is electronically operated from a distance.
There are two heavy metal bunks on one side. One on top of the other and pretty high up.
At the back of the cell, on the back wall, there is a “window” that is about 4 inches wide. maybe 3 feet long.
Prison smells like the corpse of a dead animal used to house the lost souls of unwanted people-neglect, corrosion, and decay mixed with the fear, oppression, and loneliness that come with incarceration. Prison reeks of thousands upon thousands of people from diverse cultural, ethnic, and hygienic backgrounds, confined to endure a hostile environment plagued with dehumanizing factors.
You can smell the blood, sweat, and tears that stain moldy mattresses and prison blues, or the garbage and filth that litter the catwalks and gun rails of the cell blocks.
No one can escape.
No one can escape this place; they are handcuffed to the walls, and an electronic necklace on their necks restrains them from shifting or using their powers.
“You need to get out of here, young men. There are very dangerous and psychopathic people. They have cameras all over the place, watching us for 24 hours. If they catch you, you will end up like us.” one of the prisoners said.
“Don’t worry, I sabotaged the security cameras; they can’t see us!” Xander exclaims.
“Why are they holding you here? Why did they do it to you?
“They are heartless monsters; they made us like rat labs; every day they experiment something on us; some of the experiments they did failed terribly, and thousands of people died from the torture every day; some experiments were successful, and they made some kind of giant monstrous creatures; they are a mix of all paranormal creatures; even humans are involved. I don’t know why they’re goals , but they are heartless people with no morals; they are merciless bastards; they are torturing small kids” one of them said.
” They have the labs underground where they perform their experiments on us, monitor the prison cell from there, and hold their creative creatures there”
“Did you see a six-year-old triplet, two boys and a girl? They kidnapped them five days ago.”
“Yes, we saw them. The poor kids they were crying and asking for are Daddy and Mommy. I think I heard them saying that their Mommy and Daddy are the king and queen.”
“I’m their father,” Xander says.
“Please help us get out of here; you are a powerful king.”
“Don’t worry, I will save you all, but I need to find my kids first, and I will get back to you all. Just keep it down and wait for my help,” Xander says.
“I think they are holding them on the third floor; they are taking the new hostages there.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Please come back to us.”
We walked in the dark hallway, heading to the third floor, and fortunately there were no guards there.
We get there, and we start searching for the kids.
Xander sniffed the air, trying to recognize his children’s scent, until he stopped in one room.
“They are here in this cell; I can smell them.”
He happily exclaimed.
We looked through the metal doors of the cells.
“Kilyan, Onyx, Angie,” Xander called out.
In the dim light, their eyes met mine, reaching out with an open hand.
“Daddy,” they said.
“Mate.” I heard the word, and the most delicious smell hit my nostrils, and my wolf chanted in my mind the word “mate.”
My mate is in a prison cell, treated like a slave, tortured, and mistreated. My wolf howls in my mind in pain and anger.
I looked at my mate even in the faint light; she looked so beautiful holding Xander’s kids like a mama bear, and I felt so proud of her.
“Xander, the woman with your kids is my mate.”
“Congratulations, man. We need to get them out of here before they know about us.”
Onyx, baby, I will break the chains and the collars around your neck and try to teleport your siblings and your aunt to the castle. You are the man now, and I count on you.”
“Yes daddy.”
In a few seconds, Xander freed the kids and my mate with his magic powers. Onyx and the other held each other’s hands, and Onyx closed his eyes and focused his energy on the mission.
and in one minute, they disappeared into thin air.
“Let’s get out of here and get ready for the war against my parents.”