Terrier's eyes shifted a little to find the weight on his chest. Oh, that was right. Chloe was there, who had fallen asleep herself on top of him. He let his eyes droop shut again. Sleep was peaceful, truly a wonderful break from reality. Darkness swarmed his eyes. That was all. No visions. No feeling. He might've fallen asleep again, he wasn't sure. He wasn't conscious of his waking and sleeping anymore. They blurred together. The next time he opened a weary eye, Chloe was being lifted up and into the arm's of her mother, he supposed. He shut his eyes again. Sleeping was so much more appreciated now days...
He was jolted awake when the icy water came down upon him and he hastened to roll over onto his knees.
"What was that for?" he yelled, shaking the water out of his hair and blinking a few times.
"Nap time's over," came a voice somewhere above him.
"Go away," Terrier moaned, turning away and reaching for the quilt. The man above him moved much quicker forwards, stepping his boot on it. Terrier moaned, still half asleep as he dragged himself to his feet. He'd barely balanced himself when he was shoved hard against the bookshelf, causing it to wobble dangerously.
"I'm awake! I'm awake!" Terrier screamed, stepping away from the shelf and shaking the hair out of his eyes. Scott stood menancingly in front of him. Terrier sighed. "What do you want me to do?"
"Explain to me how you got this?"
He lunged for the boy's left arm and pulled it sharply upwards. Terrier yelped and jumped back, trying to wriggle his wrist free from the man's grip. It was killing. He was sure the blood would be streaming again. He released his hold abruptly and Terrier hastily hid his sore arm behind him.
"That's going to stop you going out in public again for a week!"
Terrier held his breath. At first, they'd been hesitant to let him out. Then when they started to, they'd have to keep a close eye on him incase he went astray, which often times he found himself doing. He'd get a pull on the choke collar for that later whenever they caught him. But he couldn't help himself. Even if he didn't want to, he couldn't stop the impulse from coming through. And that was bad - because one stray movement and he could get killed instantly. And there were just some people you didn't want to get murdered by. A shiver went up his spine as the water clung dripping to his skin.
"You've got a task to perform. It is an order directly from Cameron."
Terrier grabbed the phone Scott threw at him.
"He's calling in about thirty seconds."
Terrier coughed a little, before deciding it safe to look away. He stared at the phone for a moment, and tried not to jump when it rang. He wanted to get this over with quick. He answered and held the phone to his ear.
"Terrier?"
"Yeah," the boy replied nervously.
"How you been coping?"
"Fine," he replied shortly.
"Good. Because there's something I want you to do."
Terrier listened carefully, his heart sinking with every word that was spoken. When he was finished, and asked several times if he was still there, Terrier responded.
"I won't do it."
"Yeah, you will."
He knew he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't strong enough. And surrounded by the men with ten times his strength, he didn't see why he had to be the one. He point blank refused. Until he heard what Cameron had to say.
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