Chapter 2 ~ Beginning an End

"You do not know how long I have waited for this." Ramsy raveled in the accomplishment he wrought.

Higgins, although, feigned ignorance as to any knowledge he seemingly held on knowing anything that Ramsy supposedly thought he did.

"I'd rather call it self-pride and it's not even leading to where I need it to. I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have any shit that you need." He said.

He wouldn't allow him the perceived sense of accomplishment he seemed to draw from the situation, as he tried earnestly to down Ramsy's inflamed ego.

He also didn't see the light in the reason Ramsy had to want him alive. Nevertheless, he didn't fail to persistently hint his begging for his own death.

"I will soon rule this pack and dethrone the Alpha. Maybe then, I will have all human kind exterminated and gain full control, you don't have what I need, but you know where to find it." Ramsy blurted out.

"Don't gamble life based on inaccurate factoid." Higgins proclaimed his foreseen ignorance. "I don't even know what..."

"Bang!" A sound erupted from beyond the dungeon. It was unexpected as it was peculiar from the reverb.

Their notions led to believe it as a somewhat explosion that led a thud from an obscure portion in the hold.

Ramsy then raised his head in the direction of where it came from, so did the betas by his side, standing guard to Higgins' sentence.

"What was that?" He asked

Ramsy seemed to have also been bewildered by what he heard, and that sealed it. Something else was afoot that he wasn't the root cause of.

"You! You did this. I knew your resistance would come for you... Find out where that came from, betas. He can't get away, and it seems unlikely that he wants to." He instructed the betas to search for the origin of the sound.

Ramsy wasted no time in convicting Higgins, judging his motives solely based on the unfazed expression on his face.

He would exterminate all human lives in his path, and Higgins appeared to have no firm intention of trying to stop him, but why?

"I've told you countless times, I..." Haggins persisted on his unawareness of what Ramsy had insinuated.

"Keep it. I'll take care of this mess on my own. Hold him, inquisitor; I'll take my time extracting it from you, even if it takes using Eleanor's heirloom to do so." Ramsy said.

Ramsy seemed to excuse Higgins' attempts to clear the air. He had remained steadfast in his determined opinion that it was his fault.

"I'm serious, Ramsy, I don't..." Higgins wouldn't give in though.

"Shut up, runt! He never asked that I should quit attempting to pummel you so..." The inquisitor hindered his plea.

Ramsy had then departed their presence in the company of the same betas who had earlier remained by the bars of the section Higgins was being incarcerated against.

"You were attempting? All I could hear was a mute man struggling to speak through his deranged..." Higgins chuckled out.

Higgins had his face bruised, his body subjected to the most severe form of tortures possible, yet he stood tall to confront the inquisitor with words that didn't only cut corners in butressing the bold in his tongue.

He had the makings of an Alpha. The resistance to damage and resilience not to affirm neither physically nor magically to subjected conditions, which only proved it.

Alas, all he was and had been was a hunter whose willingness to die had been infringed upon by the same force seemingly clawing it's way through the gates of the dungeon.

"Who the hell would..." The inquisitor asked.

"Ahhhh!!" A voice led out.

The scouts who had seemingly been mounted at the entrance as guards, chorused their accompanied wails that came off to even the inquisitor as a teaser to their being rendered unconscious.

"I knew it, the hold is under attack. I guess someone really came for you, who could that be, Necromancer." He chuckled, taking a bunch of keys hung to the cells to his hand.

The inquisitor grunted at Higgins' since insisted proclamation of his innocence with what had happened.

"I don't know anybody. There's no one that could possibly have the fool-hardy resolve to..." Higgins doubted anyone could even muster the thought of coming to his rescue.

He had lost everything, everyone that ever mattered to him. The only way out now would be to hope that the suspicions were downed by the realization of its being a false alarm.

"Wait... What are you doing?" He shouted.

Higgins wouldn't even reduce his tone to the inquisitor's leaving him to a gruesome fate of what worse torture awaited his arrival, as he left in the direction of where the shrieking came from.

"At this point, I'm convinced that you just want to die." The inquisitor firmly asserted why he had been summoned back.

He had unwittingly phoned Higgins to the actual cause of his persistence, but he didn't follow through with it.

Higgins' intent had been met, as evidenced by his rising from his previously assumed kneeling position.

The inquisitor had come to a halt, twirled then approached him with a witty grin that belied the horrific intent behind it.

"I guess I have no choice but to grant your wish, but I'll force out the confession first." He declared.

He then drew Higgins up from his kneeling posture and attempted to draw his hands towards each other, yanking on the restraints in the process.

"What is this?" He asked.

He had felt a sharp pain explode from where the bloodflow had been cut off in the area where the restraint was taken from.

A ringing reverb began to lead a trailer to his digits, after which his hands began shaking parallel to the extent of pull that the inquisitor persisted as bore a meniacal grin at.

"The Nefarios cultivated an ancient method of torture. ''Ecstasy', when you can't feel it,' entails my continuing attempt to force out all the flow that your body can conjure till your heart becomes bloated with its pumping out to nothing." The inquisitor began with a reveal.

He began a detailed narrative of what he had done to Higgins, which caused quite a stir.

"The ecstasy is literally like the drug's effects; you can't feel anything but happiness until you die. So, you see, I'm inviting a wonderful feeling that will only end if you tell Delta Ramsy everything he needs to know, so I would understand your hesitation, take your time in thinking about it." He concluded.

The inquisitor had created the ideal environment for him to get what he wanted, tempt Higgins with an inevitable end, and possibly extract whatever confession Ramsy hampered on. It was a win-win situation with his partly siding that Higgins would stick to his resolve not to say anything.

Higgins had finally started to grunt in response to the lingering pain that signaled the blood being pulled out of his arms, causing him to drop to the floor and writhe in anguish.

External injuries appeared to have little effect, but his insides were not so impenetrable.

It was puzzling why he hadn't used his rumored abilities against his adversary. Perhaps it was due to his willingness to see the effect of "Ecstacy," but he refused to oppose it. He could only watch it happen to him.

"Swoosh!" A sound came off across his view.

Suddenly, a dart swifted through the side of the inquisitor's face and braced the surface of the region just below his eyes, leaving a scarred incision.

His senses seemed to have been so keen to avoid it as his gaze turned to where it originated from, while clearing the petite blood that flowed down the scar.

"You just never quit, do you? I had thought you would be wise and..." The inquisitor said as he turned and received the belittling remark from a shady presence, whom judging by the proportional bust to her figure, had been a woman.

"Oh shut it Vladimir, we've been through this before and we both know how it ends." She said.

"How many times has it been now Rayla, what makes this time any different. You can't even strike down a beta, always lowly omegas." The inquisitor added.

He had identified the presence behind his attempted attack and she was no other than the disposed princess of Nefario, Rayla Nefario.

She appeared as a tall, dainty, endowed and slender looking beta as she walked out of the darkness that provided a silhouette haven for her ominous self.

"How'd you know it was me? I tried a lot harder this time." She declared.

"I've tried so many things just to convince you Rayla, you know. No matter how hard you try, you're already meant to be here as..." He said.

The inquisitor tried to caution her attempts, seemingly conversing in a tone that wreaked of familiarity all over it.

"Vladmier?! So that's your name." Higgins said as his earlier released head manage a raise to taunt the inquisitor.

A jolt shot through to his struggling heart as his gaze made contact with the sight of Rayla.

He heart began racing, pumping more to portions of his body that had their flow halted.

He had only felt this sensation once before, when a certain daring werewolf helped him escape, single handedly coerced him into falling in love with her and allowing her join his crusade with the resistance.

It was as if his supressed feelings for years now has come to life again to demand reconciliation.

"No one ever asked you, piece of shit." The inquisitor, now identified as Vladimir, pulled on his restraints even harder as he cautioned him, finally snapping Higgins out of his trance like state.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Rayla called out his taken action but the deed had already been done.

"I've already done it, I'm just making it worse." Vladimir bragged as he turned back to the smug expression on her face.

"Hey... Vladmier, get back to trying to kill me would you?" Higgins prompted.

He had called back on the inquisitor's turned attention, but he wouldnt give him the light of day.

"I'm going to make you regret coming to the hold again, Rayla. Maybe you'll learn your lessons this time and stop trying to return for something else than to give me an answer..." Vladimir said, as he paid no mind to Higgins' actually talking to him. He began approaching her.

what did she think he was going to do, agree from the onset?

"Wait what?... You wouldn't Vladimir." She spoke all high and mighty a while ago but had been reduced to what she actually came off as. Or was this also a trick to get a particular hunter to hone the rejection?

A frightened damsel who decided to cosplay and play hero with a warrior's kelt, that's what she was going for.

"Huh! This is pointless." Higgins let out a sigh as he finally let loose. His indisputable prowess finally had enough of Vladimir's dilly dally. Rayla smirked and let out a huff.