"You belong to us now, she-wolf." The casual man grinned. Charlie let out another scream as he pressed the heated metal just below the previous mark. Instead of the insignia it was merely a line more to cause pain than to brand this time. Her scream died down to sobs again causing the man to laugh. "And three for good luck, right?" Instead of letting out a banshee like shriek, Charlie let out a silent one. Her body unconsciously doing its best not to let this man have any more joy in torturing her. "Boo, no more singing from you? Well, there's always next time when your body isn't in shock." Her turned on his heels. "Miles look after my new toy. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" He sang as he exited the room to report to his leader.
Around the time her sobbing decreased to more of exhausted hiccups and heavy breathing, her vision started to darken until she passed out. For once since she had been captured she felt at peace. No pain was welcomed in the darkness. She barely existed inside of it. The peace was broken however by someone calling to her and patting her bruised cheek. Charlie tensed at the person's touch. The person wasn't pack and at this point anyone not pack was an enemy until judged otherwise.
Looking up with heavy lids, her amber eyes barely focused on the face in front of her. "Charlie ... Charlie ... Look at me," Peter whispered, lightly patting one of her cheeks. Wiping a bit of the mixture of blood and tears from her face, he peered into her eyes. "I'm here to help you - with Russell. But I need you to trust me and work with me on this, okay?" he said. She barely nodded before he went into action. She shook her head gently trying to clear her foggy mind. When he recoiled from the ropes that burned into her skin she mentally sighed at her slowness. I should have warned him, but he does not seem to mind. The next thing she knew she was in his arms as he tried to figure out what to do next. While he though, she cradled her left arm to her chest, making sure her forearm did not touch anything.
When Peter found no way to get out he gently placed her on her feet. She swayed a little from not having used them in a few hours. Only stopping when he put his arm around her. "I need you to trust me, Charlie - can you do that?" As he put his shirt around her, she stared straight into his eyes. Reading his intent she nodded.
"Give me a minute." She whispered, the only volume she could manage at this point. She closed her eyes and pushed everything away allowing the primal part of her to seep through. Unlike most of the born wolves Charlie learned early on to dampen her enhanced senses. Going to school, existing in the human world was harder when you twitched at every new noise or scented the air. Trying to pay attention to a lecture when you could hear a pencil scratching on paper halfway across the building made learning nearly impossible thus Charlie adapted. The casual man was right, Charlie hardly acted like a wolf because she rarely let that part of her dominate. However, now was not the time to let her gift go to waste. Taking a deep breath through her nose slowly and letting it out through her mouth, she opened her eyes ready to walk out of the place on her own. She hated being a damsel.
Pulling away from Peter, she walked over to one of the men closest to her size. With a bit of a wince, she knelt down and stripped him of his bullet proof vest. It was large on her, but would do for now. While she carefully put in on, her eyes scanned the room. Next she swiped the man's knife and cut his short into two strips one for her arm and the other her hand. She bound her hand but found it nearly impossible to bandage the burns. Placing the cloth between her teeth, Charlie dropped the knife (it would be of little use to her) and instead took his pistol. She was no marksman, but her friend Adler's father was a police man who demanded that all of his friends learn how to properly use a gun. If they were going to hangout in a house with weapons everyone needed to know gun safety. Do not let me down now years of fire range practice.
Turning, Charlie walked back over to Peter. With a tired but determined voice she said, "I cannot bandage my forearm, could you please do it for me?" She held out her left arm to be wrapped. "I know parts of this place from when we were brought in and when I was taken here. I can get us around, but I do not know where Eve is. I can track her once we leave this room, but I am only good for so long. I fear I will pass out within the next hour or two." Before Peter could say anything, her eyes narrowed. "I will not leave her to these monsters so do not think of arguing with me." She would not leave behind her pack mate.