Allen

I instantly yanked my hand back away from her face. I noticed Danielle was finally paying attention to me, but only because the two chained men were looking at me as well. That was beyond disgusting, and it felt like my heart was beating a thousand times a minute.

I had to breathe. I had to control myself. We needed to help these people. I looked at her face again, and she was crying. Did I offend her, or was she scared? I had no idea. But wait... Her mouth was still hanging open, and the blood had stopped spilling. Why didn't she close her mouth?

This time, I moved forward and looked closely. There was a huge silver rod right in the middle of her tongue. That's why she was crying! It wasn't my fault, That thing must have been extremely painful. That explains why she wouldn't talk. That must be the reason the men wouldn't talk either.

Still though, what good would taking it out do? They'd still have a huge hole in their tongue. Her eyes were pleading, and I immediately felt sympathetic. It's heavy, is gotta be. This time, I held her jaw in my left hand. Using my index finger and thumb I removed the metal bar from her mouth. She closed her mouth and her eyes and let out a small moan.

I guess removing it did relieve the pain a little bit.

"Danielle, open their mouths and take--"

"Cut us free." I looked back at the girl in front of me, who had a small smile on her face. She spoke! How? That hole should have stopped her from speaking, and she should be bleeding a lot more from her mouth. "Come on. Grab that sword and cut us free." The girl wasn't really smiling now, she kinda looked frustrated. I suppose I would be too, if I was chained up and an idiot was just standing there asking questions.

I picked up the thing she called a sword. Besides the hilt, it didn't look like a sword to me. The blade was not flat, it was more like the metal part of a thumbtack. "Hurry up! They could come back at any time!"

That stopped me in my tracks. "What? Who could come back? The people that did this?"

She knew I got sidetracked, so she said, "No, forget that, just cut these chains please." Why was she still scared though? "Look, we're here, so you're gonna be okay. We can call the poli-"

"Boy, just cut the damn chains and get us out of here." A deep voice growled at me. It was the main in the middle, the one who now looked like he was ready to kill me. "Stop asking questions." The man on the left didn't look l he was in any shape to speak, and had returned to the same position he was in when we first discovered them.

I lifted the sword. It was kinda heavy but light at the same time. The torches reflected off the sword, giving it an orangish look. I swung it as hard as I could, above the girls head. I guess it was the only thing supporting them, because she fell to her knees as soon as the chains were cut. I dropped the sword to help her, while the man in the middle fake coughed to get my attention.

"Excuse me?" He snapped, but I was too preoccupied to care. Luckily for him however, Danielle picked up the sword and was about to cut him down. Right before we watched the girl's chains that were hanging get snatched straight into the wall.

Danielle

"What the hell was that?" I asked, slowly picking the sword back up. I looked over to Allen, who was trying to undo the silver bands on the long haired girl's wrist.

"Maybe the chains are retractable."

That nerd thinks he knows everything. I swung the sword and cut the middle man free.

He didn't collapse like the girl, he just dropped to his knees and looked at his friend. He whispered in a low voice, "Jamie, you're gonna make it. We're gonna get out of here, and we're going to murder every single one of them." Hearing that, I had second thoughts about cutting them down.

"Allen, we need to talk about this." At that moment the middle man's chains got snatched into the wall, and disappeared. I turned back to Allen, who had taken off his red Sardis Park volunteer shirt and given it to the girl. "I don't like this," he started, helping the girl sit upright. "Why won't you guys just tell us what happened to you?"

The next thing we heard was the most inhuman sound I've heard since I was born. It was mixture between a bear and dog, a painful wailing sound like the animal was dying. "There's no time left," said the man that used to be in the middle. "Barron's dying." Unlike the girl, who needed Allen's help, he literally just forced the silver bands on his wrists to break. Smoke seemed to flow off his wrists as he did it. With his right arm, he ripped the restraints off his feet, hopped up and snatched the needle looking sword.

"Wait, what are you going to do? Who's Barron?" I was begging for explanations that he clearly wasn't going to give. He freed Jamie's arms and his wrists. The thing named Barron also roared at that moment, and it didn't sound as painful as last time. This time it sounded wild and angry, and it shook the walls that the chains used to be connected to.

"Jamie get ready, Marissa, GET UP!" He seemed a little bit softer to Jamie, but I guess he did look like he dealt with the most. Marissa had a pained expression on her face, but she leaped up at the unnamed guy's command. Allen started to protest.

"Wait, she's still hurt! And are you planning to fight whatever that thing is?" The man who hadn't been named looked at Allen, and I'm sure his heart stopped, cause he just sat there, petrified. He growled a deep, wolfish, menacing growl that almost made me cry. I didn't know what would kill us first, the monster named Barron, or this guy. "Donovan! Look back!" Marissa saved Allen's ass and all of ours at that moment because the dirt wall crumbled and revealed the mighty Barron.

Allen

Donovan. So that's what this bastard's name is. After Barron revealed himself, I realized three things. One, Barron is an actual monster. Two, these people, Marissa, Donovan, and Jamie can't be human, because all their wounds have healed, and they knew this thing was here. They weren't bleeding anymore, all I saw was dried up blood. And three, Donovan probably hates me more than I realize. I felt it in the way he stared at me. It was like he wanted to rip my head off, and all I did was try to make sure Marissa was okay.

But Barron though... He, she, it, was about 7 foot tall, and huge as hell. Its head looked like a bear's, but its body was an amalgamation of two, (maybe three?) different things. Its arms were not bear arms, they were buff, unnatural arms and they ended in humanlike hands with big claws almost as long as the fingers themselves.

The hind legs were doglike, the tail, and the paws. But there was something off about this beast. It was obvious he wanted to kill us, but it didn't look like he had the strength to do it.

He bared his teeth and got ready to pounce.

"Hey! You! Here!" It was Marissa, trying to get my attention. I looked over, and she took off my shirt and threw it at me. I don't know what upset me more; the fact that she gave it back, or that she hadn't learned my name despite the fact that Danielle has said it several times. But she had a good reason for taking it off.

Her, Donovan, and Jamie all got into a defensive stance. They flanked each other, and all of them growled, the same way Donovan growled at me earlier. A funny thought came into my mind during the chaos. Danielle had inched her way to me, and we stood way behind them. "Dani," I said to her right as Barron jumped. "I know this sounds stupid, but I think they might be werewo-"

All at once, they jumped and shifted into three big ass dogs that each were a different color. Their torn jeans, the only clothing they had, was left on the ground. Donovan was on the right and he turned into a huge brown wolf. But before they could attack, Barron ducked and rolled under them. The three animals that used to be Donovan, Marissa and Jamie slammed into a wall that Barron had millions of scratches on, probably from trying to escape.

The mighty beast came to a stop right in front of us, and I closed my eyes and prayed my death would be quick. His breath smelled rainwater, and for some reason, I was still curious enough to see his face. I stayed pressed up against the wall, but I opened my eyes. Danielle wasn't doing what I was, she had curled up into a ball on the floor.

I moved my head, one inch. Two inches. Three inches. And I was eye to eye with the angry beast. He eyes were probably normally yellow, but now they were bloodshot. "Please, don't kill us," I said, hoping this thing had some intelligence and mercy.

The next thing I know, the beast picked us up in his claws. "Oh shit, we're dead." Was the first thing I thought as he put Danielle in his other arm. I thought she'd be screaming, but apparently, she was unconscious.

The Three Worthless Musketeers were regrouping, but by the time they shook off the shock from running into the wall, Barron was trying to stand straight up. On his hind legs. He was forcing the ground above him to break and move, and before I knew it, he broke through completely. With one small jump, he leaped from the destroyed bunker and onto a tougher ground.

To my surprise, he set us down gently. Or, as gently as he could anyway. His claws were really sharp, and my left side stung. I dreaded the next time I looked at a mirror. I doubted Danielle would have any scars or scratches, because he held her in his fist.

I stood up as soon as he put me down. Looking into his eyes, it didn't seem like he was going to kill us. He looked sad and tired. Maybe, he was also being tortured down there. I reached out, and softly touched his snout. To my astonishment, he flinched at my touch... At my touch! He let out a soft, purring sound... Was he mixed with a cat too...? "You're not evil after all, are you?"

This little moment only lasted a few seconds because after he stopped purring, the light in his eyes seemed to fade. The massive creature started coughing softly, And with that, came a stream of blood out of one of his nostrils. "Oh no, no no." Barron's head drooped in my arms, and his body slumped completely to the ground.

Marissa, Jamie, and the asshole appeared from the piled dirt that used to be the bunker. They had put the torn jeans they were wearing earlier back on. Marissa was wearing my red Sardis Park shirt again. I guess she only took it off so it wouldn't rip. As they got close, I noticed all three of them had tears going down their faces. They were all crying. For Barron. I don't exactly see why, because they just tried to kill him 5 minutes ago.

"What are we going to do with him?" Marissa asked. "Let's bury him by the lake," said Jamie. "It's not right to bury him near the place he was trapped for 15 years.