Analise awoke with a start. "Laura!" She let out in a gasping breath. She blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the synthetic white of fluorescent bulbs. The jerking movement quickly proved itself as her entire body seared in pain. Between the bar fight, the marathon run, and the startings of getting raped, Agent Shepherd's body finally gave out and she had no choice but to succumb to the pain.
The woman let out a moan as she eased back down into what she assumed was a hospital bed. The room certainly looked that way, though there weren't any windows in her room to distinguish whether or not she was still in Riverton or some other city.
Analise wearily examined her arms, about the only thing she could lift without hurling herself further into exhaustion. They were covered with bruises and scrapes and littered with the occasional stitch. Rhys hadn't been kidding; she really did look like hell ran her over with a monster truck.
The thought caused her to smirk slightly until she remembered what had happened to him. Rhys was likely dead, mauled to death by the cult's wolves. Analise's expression sunk into misery. She had
tried
to save him, hadn't she?
Sure
she thought.
Just like I
tried
to save Laura
.
Memories of that night almost thirty years ago started to play out in her mind...
Laura had snuck out in the woods to meet her boyfriend. She was obviously sick of her irritating little sister following her around, but Analise had snuck out and followed after her anyway.
Analise walked through the woods with nothing but the moonlight and her My Little Ponies flashlight to guide her. She had been thankful, unconsciously so, for the full moon. Her little flashlight was really more of a novelty than anything useful. Still, the five year old girl wandered after her older sister, clutching to her cabbage patch kid for support as she wound her way along the path.
Analise could hear Laura giggling and whispering off in the distance, some unknown teenaged boy replying with giggles and whispers of his own. As the little child rounded the corner, intent on jumping out to surprise her sister, she heard Laura let out a frightened scream. Everything had happened so quickly. Laura was screaming and the teenaged boy was shouting. In a few seconds, a fight had broken out between the boy and a large man Analise had never seen before.
The terrified child crouched behind a bush, too afraid to move or run for help. The stranger snapped the teenaged boy's neck in a sickening crack, letting the lifeless body fall haphazardly to the ground as he menacingly stared down Laura. Laura's eyes were as wide as quarters. She tried to turn and run, but the stranger grabbed her by the hair and yanked her backward.
Analise hadn't known what to do, but bravery and courage suddenly started to swell inside of her. Mustering every ounce of it she had, the little girl jumped from the bush and began punching and kicking the man holding onto her sister. For all her best efforts, the man simply offered her a callous laugh, kicking her easily aside.
"Don't worry, little pup," he had told her in disregard. "You'll have your day soon enough." Another kick to Analise's stomach was enough to keep her down. The man tossed the screaming Laura over his shoulder and disappeared into the night without a trace.
Present day Analise frowned as the memory flashed before her. She had tried and failed to save her sister which was no better than doing nothing at all. Everything she had become was so that she would never fail again and here she lay in this hospital while Rhys was probably dead and Allison Reed and the other missing girls were probably still just that: missing.
Analise let out a dismal sigh as she rolled her head to the side. She was surprised to see an old woman sitting in a chair not too far from her bed, giving Analise another jolting start. The old woman's eyes had been watching Analise the whole time, appearing both ancient and eerie to the younger woman.
"D... do I know you?" Analise asked innocently. Her tone was about as far from General Shepherd as it could be. In reality, she just sounded like a heart broken, sweet woman.
"No," Came the woman's reply. "But I attend to you none-the-less."
Analise's brow flickered lightly in confusion but she tried not to appear ungrateful. "Th-thank you.... Where am I? Who are you?"
"You are in our center for healing," the old woman replied. "I am Isa. You are Analise Shepherd."
Confusion started to tickle at Analise. She was too tired to even push herself up and she could barely keep her eyes open. "I... yep, that's me," she answered, clearly unsure of herself. "Captain Forrester? Is he ok? A wolf bit him...." Analise slowly started to realize that she had work to do and awkwardly pushed at the blankets. "I've... I've got to find the girls," she offered weakly. "What day is it?"
Isa hushed her with a gentle tone. "You are in no condition for this," she replied. "The girl child, Allison, was found. She is with her parents. The other girls were taken to their homes and are with their parents. Your efforts were instrumental in this."
Relief flooded through Analise and she stopped struggling to get up for the moment. "Good... That's good..." This was not the Analise that had been described to Isa. She had only heard stories about the brutally harsh, arrogant FBI agent who had stirred up so much fear and tension with her keen ability to locate were's. No, this was a woman who obviously cared for the well being of others and who threw all of her potential into trying to protect them. The harshness was just a manifestation of what she really was; an alpha female. "What about Rhys?" She asked in the same caring and fragile voice. This one was laced with uncertainty.