Emerald the brave (and stupid)

I am so, utterly stupid. I'm sitting here waiting for someone to rescue me when no one who loves me knows where I am. I'm not going to sit here one more second like some damsel in distress. Instead, I'm going to help myself, like Merida or Mulan. I feel like crying: I feel so helpless, I might not even see my parents again. I'm even going to miss stupid Damion who always makes fun of me. 'Atleast you have 17 years worth of memories to bring to the grave with you,' My subconscious states but I decide to ignore her unhelpful comment. I'll try to get someone's attention, bust their ass like I'm Scarlett Johansson in the movies and get out of here. But unlike Scarlett, I lack the confidence and physical strength to actually kick someone's ass. But, sitting down and waiting for someone to come and find me was a option I could not depend on, and it couldn't be that hard. Right? "Hey Ryan?," I say trying not to sound too nervous. He gives me an annoyed look. "What?," he snaps looking from his newspaper to me. I rack my brain for one of the quickest lies. "Uh, I have to pee." I try doing the 'wee wee' dance, which was quite embarrassing but I would do anything to convince him enough. He eyes me as someone would to a suspicious person and then he laughs. "You don't think I'm seriously going to fall for that are you?," he continues laughing. I cross my arms and give him a unamused look. "You don't think I'm serious? Well, I guess you'll have to face the consequences," I tell him and attempt to pull my tights. He stopped laughing. "What are you doing?" A look of horror has shadowed his face and internally I give myself a high five. "I'm peeing on the floor, since you obviously won't be decent and let me use the bathroom." "You can't do that," he stammers. "I can, and I will because I don't have much of a choice, do I? I think you might want to cover your face with a surgical mask. Our pee doesn't smell good, especially girls," I stage whisper to him and watch him have a entire battle with himself. The poor guy is freaking out, how sad. I should get a Oscar for my immaculate acting skills. I might even think about becoming a actress." Fine!, "he shrieks." What did you say?," I teasingly ask but I had obviously heard him the first time." You can use the bathroom,"he mutters and pat myself on the back in glee. Who knew being kidnapped would be so fun? He grumbles something to himself before taking out a key and when he unlocks the cell, I mentally high five myself over and over. Are all kidnappers this stupid? This guy might want to retire; I'm not the most convincing person on Earth and the fact that this guy fell for my act is a sign enough. Spencer would be so proud. I step out of the cell and then remember that I still have on the handcuffs. "Could you take these off too please?," I ask in my sweetest voice and bat my eyelashes at him for more effect. He looks reluctant, but still slips the cuffs off of my hand. I was free! Time to get my plan in action. Without warning, I knee him in his gut and jam him in both his eyes with my pointer finger and my index finger. He falls on the floor with a 'OOF' and starts writhing in pain. I'm almost sorry for him. "Gerald!," he calls. "She's getting away." He tries to get up so I kick him and he falls to the floor once more. I hear footsteps coming, fast. Before I can even move, or decide where to run, someone grabs me. I try kicking and screaming but his hands are clasped over my mouth and he has pinned my hands behind my back which is very painful. How are these guys so strong? "Give me those," he says to Ryan who is now getting up, sadly, recovering from his temporary downfall. I. Am. So. Dead. Handcuffs-- back on. Me-- captured again. Life-- unfair and will be tragic for me in a few minutes. I feel myself getting pulled back into the direction of the cell but I cannot do anything. Because I am useless. Before they put me back in, Ryan walks up to me. "Why didn't she shift?," he asked. The person behind me seems as confused as Ryan and replies, "I have no idea. Maybe she can't." Ryan shakes his head. "But she's a werewolf isn't she? She doesn't smell like a human, that's for sure," he finishes. What in the human world are they talking about. As soon as they finish talking about me, Ryan's face showcases an angry as well as pissed person. He punches me in my gut and I try not to hurl. Damn, that hurt like a bitch." Does that feel good?," he sneers and goes close to punching my guts out again but he's stopped by a voice. "Hit her again and I'll make you wish you were never born in the first place, pup."

That voice sounds familiar, too familiar. The person walks out of the shadows and that's when I recognize it's Liam. Liam. What in the Greek Gods is he doing here? I thought Ryan looked angry but Liam looks so angry, I think he could burst. He is livid. I think it might be the lighting of this place but, are his eyes yellow? Liam's once soft, brown eyes have changed into a glowing yellow, or I think green color. Does he have in lenses? The man holding me let's me go, and I stumble before I finally balance myself. Liam's eyes wander over to me sneaking a few glances when he thinks I'm not looking but this entire time he keeps glaring at the two men who kept me hostage. He was acting like he really cared about my well-being , which he probably didn't, but that didn't stop me from feeling as if I was on fire. Then the most dumbfounding, iconic, jaw dropping, never seen before (call it whatever you may) happens: my kidnappers shift into massive wolves. Like, abnormally huge wolves. Ryan- or his wolf has dirty blonde fur and the other man has a scarlet- red color--the color of his hair. Are these for real? I'm waiting for someone to say, "You just got punk'd" and a man in a suit followed by cameras come up to me but I don't see any cameras and no one here looks like their trying to prank me. What the duck? I'm frozen in place and I don't need a doctor to tell me I'm suffering from shock. This is all too much to handle. "Run!," Liam yells as he too transforms into a wolf whose fur is as dark as midnight and I have to admit it makes it look super silky and soft. I run, as Liam commands me to, and I try to run I the opposite direction. Once I'm out of sight and hearing from all of the chaos that's about to go down, my eyes take a while to adjust to the light as the room I was previously in was only had quite dim light. I spot someone who looks like a girl or female, and she seems to be looking for someone. I see a metal bat and grab it and inch cautiously towards said person. She seems to sense me and she turns around. I drop the bat in a hurry, glad I hadn't killed my best friend on the spot. "Spencer!," I run towards her and she runs to me also and we both crush each other in a hug. "I thought I would never see you again." The tears I had almost spilled threaten to come. "I'm so glad you're OK," she says and she seems totally relieved. "Thank you so so much for coming," I thank her.

"But what about Liam?," I ask Spencer. I genuinely care for his safety, he rescued me so I care a little. "I saw some men-" Spencer cuts me off, "We'll explain everything later," she promises and I nod in agreement. I feel like I'm going to faint I frustration and from being overwhelmed. I feel like crying because I'm alive. All jokes aside, I could have died back there. Spencer pulls me outside and we run down a flight of stairs at the same pace. She holds my hand until we reach a car which is parked among the trees. We both get in and I sigh I relief as Spencer drives off, dust rising up behind us. I'm safe, I'm free. I'm alive. I lean back on the seat taking in a fresh draw of breath, allowing myself to relax a little because I'm alive. He came for me.