{"id":11803,"date":"2014-04-16T19:16:52","date_gmt":"2014-04-16T19:16:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/16\/badassbetaerica-iamthefirechild-she\/"},"modified":"2014-04-16T19:16:52","modified_gmt":"2014-04-16T19:16:52","slug":"badassbetaerica-iamthefirechild-she","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/04\/16\/badassbetaerica-iamthefirechild-she\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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She couldn\u2019t remember how long she\u2019d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She\u2019d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas \u2014 nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she\u2019d been able to pick locks, or wasn\u2019t closed up in a cage slightly smaller than her height.<\/p>\n

And that was all setting aside the occasional dose of electricity they jolted her with, and whatever was in the food that managed to suppress her power.<\/p>\n

So far she\u2019d seen two, both male. They had a family resemblance, though one was dark and rugged-looking and the other more clean-cut and lighter. Honestly, it was the lighter man she was more afraid of \u2014 in the brief times she wasn\u2019t drugged, she could sense a terrifying edge of cunning. The dark one was just scared, mostly, and hiding it.<\/p>\n

She curled up small in the cage and rocked quietly, trying to keep her thoughts together. Her stomach growled.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Erica hated this. Keeping prisoners was what hunters did, not them. And surely if this girl was a nogitsune then she would\u2019ve tried to break out already. Peter and Derek both disagreed with her and wanted to keep her locked up and make sure they could keep an eye on her. Leaving her down there made Erica sick to her stomach. She could hear her crying at night and that killed Erica. No one deserved to be that scared.<\/p>\n

For the first time since they\u2019d captured her, both Derek and Peter had left, trusting that Erica wouldn\u2019t do anything that they didn\u2019t want her to. Damn the bond between alphas because she didn\u2019t\u00a0want<\/em> to listen to Derek but still felt like she had to. She could hear the girl\u2019s stomach rumble and quickly set about, making her food and getting water. She wasn\u2019t allowed to release her but that didn\u2019t mean she was going to let her starve.<\/p>\n

She made her way down the steps and into the basement where the cage was. She walked over and turned off the electricity before pushing the food through the slot and turning it back on. The girl looked the same age as Erica and completely terrified as she rocked in a ball.<\/p>\n

“Hi\u2026what\u2019s your name? I\u2019m Erica.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Summer lifted her head from her knees at the sound of footsteps, and blinked in confusion at the sight of someone new. Usually the sly one brought her food, what little she was given, but this person was a blonde girl, close to her own age. She uncurled, as much as she could, and reached for the food, slowly.<\/p>\n

“I’m Summer,” she whispered. “Are you — are you a prisoner too?” Her hands shook as she held the cup of water.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

badassbetaerica: iamthefirechild: She couldn\u2019t remember how long she\u2019d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She\u2019d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas \u2014 nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she\u2019d … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,65,21],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11803"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11803"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11803\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}