Death's Pet Chapter Two

Chapter Two



At first she is being enclosed in icy wind the only feeling she has is the piercing ache in her heart, pounding and breaking more and more of her hardened heart. The next minute she's resting her body against the rough bark of a tree, a luxury she can't afford.
         Lightheaded from exhaustion she simply wonders at the blurry form of the teenage boy, her mind uncomprehending of who she's visualizing. Who is it she's looking at?
         Then as her mind clears she blinks and observes the glowing rubies placed in the light caramel skin of a boy around her age, maybe a year or two older. The rubies, she realizes suddenly, are the same blood red eyes she'd seen when she'd found out their destiny. Found out their Death.
         Her eyebrows rise in an angry twitch before falling back down; they still keep their thoughtful arch, though. Glaring at him her anger then weakens and sadness replaces its absence. The silence overwhelms her in a sudden sharp stab and she clenches her teeth together, grating her teeth.
         Then the numbing silence is finally filled with his silky voice that holds a wolf-like growl in its rugged softness as his eyes dig and scratch into the depths of her eyes, finding nothing of what he wanted; where is the girl's normal affection?
         "Kill another mortal, Félicité?" His thin lips tug upwards in a grin, vicious yet loving in a strange, twisted way. "You know how aroused it makes me seeing you soaked in mortal's blood, Amour."
         Silence's left speechless, the only thought in her mind playing over and over in the enclosure of her mind like a broken record; Death. The question, though foolish and almost crazy sounding, makes shivers of terror prick and tickle at her skin and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
         Finding her voice, she hooks her blood soaked hair behind her ears stiffly, some of it catching in her upper-corner ear piercing but she doesn't notice. She can only think of all the blood coating her body like her own layer of sweat smearing it. All this blood can't possibly be from Sean...can it?
         "Stay away from me." Her voice is hoarse from the salt on the water she had shed but is dry of emotions she'd once felt, absorbed by her own hatred.
         The boy's eyes light up with amusement as if this is all a fun little game for him but what is in fact with a pleasurable affection-some might have called it love. Either way it's not a game, nor love; it's not even reality!
         Her strength seeps out of her and she lets her clenched fists relax. Gaping at the boy in a daze she is numbly stunned as she recognizes the colors that make up him but her mind simply dismisses it as a hallucination.
         Shimmering white hair as white as any she had seen; the color of his hair makes his features seem more exotic, more youthful and wise. His glowering red eyes give the distinct feel of a demon having escaped from Hell; the broken chain hanging from around his throat gives off the same feel.
         Blinking in amazement as he pulls her up with a soft hauling motion she wonders momentarily why she's still breathing with this Demon Ghost staring directly at her with his demonic eyes.
         The Demon Ghost's smile widens, showing off his teeth, or, more correctly, his fangs. The chain around his neck rattles softly as a soft breeze blows past them. Silence can do nothing but watch in silence.
         His razor edged fangs are splashed with blood making it seem like it all is a horrible nightmare. But she knows it's not and even if it is, it wouldn't matter. All her nightmares come true.
         Silence's body goes cold and her heart falters at the sudden realization. The girl hadn't killed her brother...
         He had.
         Ripping her nails across his face she shoves herself away from him. "Don't touch me!" then dashing away she wants to just crawl under a rock and hide away from the world and its miseries.
         Dodging trees she discovers a worn down trail and dashes down it before turning right hoping it will confuse him if (though she knows he is ) he's following her even though she knows it won't; hell, it wouldn't have confused a toddler!
         Stumbling as she reaches a river she is unable to avoid it and so simply leaps in.
         ...The young three year old was found dead the next day, their arm broken from the fall into the Meuse River, half of his hand ripped away by what looked like wolf fangs...
         Wave after wave dumps itself on top of her, pushing her farther down. The under currents keep hauling her down as she tries to claw her way to the surface.
         Her lungs feel like they're going to burst as she continues to attempt to reach the surface before she dies.
         Reaching the surface finally she gulps in the air before she's yanked back down. Swallowing a mouth full of the muddy water she bobs back to the surface and gags it up.
         Searching for something to grab a hold of she detects some floating debris and reaches for it. Grabbing a hold of the large branch she holds onto it tightly, fearful it will break free of her grip.
         As the branch bobs towards the side Silence lunges for the safety of land; the icy chill has numbed her whole body so her side smarts as she is lacerated with another rock.
         Her eyes well up with tears and she gives a soft cry as she curls into a ball and weeps. "Sean, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have worried you with the boy... Now you're dead."
         Sobbing harder she lets her tears fall freely, not even trying to stop them. Letting out quiet moans of sorrow she finally drags herself to her feet.
         Opening her mouth she then closes it. What can she say? Sean isn't here to accept her apology. Hell, he is dead because of her; he won't forgive her even if he can.
         Tilting her head back she barks out into the silence, "You bastard, it's your fault I'm here! Why did you have to kill him?" Blinking away her tears she snarls, "I'll fucking kill you, even if I have to die trying."
         Glaring around hoping, praying she will see a sign of him she is ashamed when she doesn't and feels relief wash over her.
         "Come out come out wherever you are."
          Hearing nothing but the growl of the river she lets out a cry of dismay. Her emotions are becoming so strong... she can't keep them to her self any longer.          Silence needs her revenge. She needs it. Other wise she will go completely insane...if she isn't already.
         Still searching hopelessly for a sign of him she fingers the switchblade in her pocket. The sterling silver handle's curved for her fingers grip is cold against her warm skin.
         Almost praying for a sign of him her eyes glower into the trees, gazing between their spindly branches tangling themselves with leaves fluttering down in the icy wind. Plants are withering away slightly but not so noticeably that someone might call it autumn. Flexing her hand she grips the switchblade tightly thinking of showing him-if he is watching her-the switchblade.
         Deciding it might intimidate him with a slight smirk she pulls her hand out of her pocket and holds her arms out. "I'll give you a free shot. C'mon, hit me, I know you want to. I saw it in your eyes."
         For a split second she thinks she sees his blood red eyes gazing at her through a bare brush. Unsure if she had, she looks around again uneasily.
         Maybe she shouldn't have... Suddenly she feels a knife to her throat. Her muscles tighten, locking her joints in place, paralyzing her in his deadly grip. She knows it is him, who else would it have been?
         "You wouldn't play with me...now you must die."
         Silence can't breathe. It is the girl; that evil, twisted-minded girl. "Why wouldn't you play with me?" she hisses in Silence's ear, dragging the knife slowly across her throat. Silence's face stays impassive as the knife snuggles against her neck, almost reminding her of the trailing of a lover's kisses...
         Blood dripped from the wound; A vampire lover's kisses.
         Why wouldn't you play with me? Because you were going to kill me; Silence says nothing of her thoughts and simply inspects the forest. Green leaves dance as the wind sings a tuneless song and there's a flicker of blood red through spidery branches. There he is again with his beautiful, hatful eyes.
         Is this girl Félicité? Silence wonders momentarily before she finds her switchblade. In an instant she has it opened and is out of the girl's grip. Spinning in a circle there's a soft thwack as she hits flesh, a splattering of blood, then the whistle of metal through air.
         Félicité had given a soft whine of pleasure as the blade had sliced open her collar bone. What is wrong with her? She finds pleasure in pain?
         Then the Demon Ghost's form appears through the trees. "Leave her be, Félicité." He commands as his eyes skip Félicité's face and stop on Silence's own. So confused...so like his twisted-minded mate; he wonders at their likeness, even as twins it amazes him.
         "But Haine... She wouldn't play with me," Félicité whines as she holds the fierce looking knife in her hand as if it's a beloved toy. Haine; what a strange name, Silence can't help but to test the word out in her mind, stretching and mixing it until it fit him.
         Haine gives Félicité a cold stare and she seems flustered from it...not in a fearful way, but as if he's a lover saying soft nothings to her. His eyes flicker disdainfully to Silence and he grimaces, as if from bad taste. Félicité muffles a decisively snobby giggle and looks at Haine adoringly as he nears Silence then chooses against it and motions Félicité forward.
         Silence says nothing; she stands clutching the switchblade in her hand as if it is her only hope...which it is. For an instant a memory of one of the few loving thing's her father said to her replays itself in her mind: "Happy birthday, baby girl."
         Mimicking her father's nervous motion, the tap-tap-tap of the metal of the switchblade against her collarbone brings a grin to Haine's lips; his baby girl indeed.
         Félicité hums as if it doesn't matter anymore and skips around Silence like a small child and starts singing in a milky voice.
         "Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy. Ashes, ashes we all fall down." Her eyes dance with laughter as Silence stiffens. That song is all about death. This girl is a psychopathic girl; she's like Chucky...but she's real.
         Félicité seems flattered by the disgusted look Haine flashes her. Disgust, hatred, pain, it all means affection and love to her. The girl really is a psychopath.
         "Shut up, Félicité." Félicité giggles girlishly and skips to his side joyfully. "Oh darling, stop it; you're making me feel so...dirty."
         Silence is stunned into silence as Haine turns around and slaps Félicité across the face, his claws raking across her face. And...Félicité just moaned...in pleasure.
         Gawking at them she blinks as Haine turns his cold gaze onto his apparent lover's twin. Silence tightens her grip on the blade and glares at him.
         For a moment Silence almost comes to terms with Félicité. They are the same, Silence realizes with a start. Félicité enjoys any pain; Silence enjoys pain she inflicts upon herself... she shudders.
         She can't believe she's anything like that demon but... she knows she is. She knows it and accepts it...
         Sliding back a step she measures her chances of escape. There is a twenty-one percent chance she will escape, at the most. Oh well that is good enough for her.
         Percent chance at escaping alive is maybe six percent...even better she thinks with sarcasm.
         Although... I could just go with them... Silence mentally kicks herself for even thinking about giving up.
         For a moment she wonders why they want her so terribly so as to kill her brother, chase her into the other's path and then trap her. What makes her so special -so unlucky?
         Her next thought,however, is run faster! She slides past Haine like a player on a baseball team, skidding towards Félicité. She panics for an instant as Félicité isn't surprised by her movements at all and just waits for Silence to come to her. Then Silence just turns towards the river. Maybe she will drown. Her feet pound against the ground with solid thuds. An unbelievable sorrow is enclosing around her as Haine circles around her, stealing away the last route of escape.
         The switchblade is clenched tightly in her fist. Her palm is bruised from her tight grip in her increasing terror of this Haine and his psychopathic lover, Félicité. God only knows what they will (and can) do to this young fourteen-year-old-girl.
         Silence's existence seems to be loathed by all living creatures: her father, probably her brother, these two, and even her mother. Her own mother feels threatened by her existence. There is no point in her living any longer but Silence is terrified of Death.
         And she has good reason to be.
         If she is to die by these two then her after-life would become a Hell (much more vile and disturbing than what Mortals envision to be) her soul would become forsaken to the purest and most vicious pain any living -or dead- being can ever go through.
         Crying out as his hands touch her she feels as if her skin has been torched. Swinging the blade at his face as she tries to stay away from his own pain infesting fingers she cries out again in terror. Félicité has her by the throat again and this time she's not giggling.
         Félicité's eyes are the hollow eyes of a woman long been dead to the reason of hope and love, eyes of a woman long forsaken to the beauty and happiness of life.
         Silence gives a slight start as Haine tears the switchblade out of her numb fingers. "Leave me alone!" she screams half full of despair and half empty. It feels as if all hope had died inside her, as if there is nothing left but the purest of despair.
         "Get off me!" She screeches as she plunges her claws-claws? You stupid girl, you have nails, not claws-in Félicité's arm with a snarl. Squirming and twitching in her tight grip Silence cries out in both rage and panic. She'd wanted to fight them not be captured by them!
         "Let go, god fucking damn it! If you don't fucking let go of me I will fucking kill you both and your fucking souls will burn in fucking Hell for all fucking eternity!" the threat is potent, it tells of truth only the fear of Death can cause but it is still truthful and powerful.
         Her fear is as potent and deadly as the truth of her words. The fear is overwhelming, stealing away her heart and soul in its icy, prickly grasp.
         Haine drinks in her fear with a scornful pleasure, laughter flashing in his ruby colored eyes. Félicité shows delight at the threat, as if it is a promise for toys and goodies.
         Félicité's mind is twisted; as tangled and weak as a spider's web. Her heart seems to be only triggered by the pain in which she feels; the pain Haine causes her. She's just so used to pain...she seems to be enjoying it.
         Haine twists Silence's face towards his own, letting her drink in his looks. Once again she is startled by his spiked white hair and his blood red eyes. His eyes are round and slightly large and vampire-like fangs slipped from between his pale lips.
         Noticing that his wolf ears are slightly torn and his left ear has a fang-like earring in it her emotions flicker slightly. His lips pulls back in the first smile she's seen on him as he sees something change in her eyes.
         Suddenly laughter echoes throughout the forest, followed by a "Derek, this is awesome!" in a feminine voice. Haine's face is stone still and Félicité is still giggling but her face is strangely solemn.
         Silence twists her head to look over her shoulder to try and spot the woman but Haine yanks her face back to face his own.
         "If you scream I'll do more than just kill you." His lips twitch at the look of terror in her eyes and he growls pleasantly. The words hadn't scared Silence, not in the least; it is the look of complete honesty in his eyes that paralyzed her with fear, forcing her into submission.
         Then, right before her eyes, Haine begins to change. His wolf ears recede back into his white spiked hair and it darkens to pitch black. His wolf tail recedes until it is nothing and his blood-red eyes dull to a void of golden-brown.
         He opens his mouth to whisper to his lover and Silence sees that his fangs have flattened into normal Mortal's teeth. Turning towards her the Mortal Haine eyes her with his honey-brown eyes.
         Even as a mortal with his plain human features he is gorgeous. His features are still soft and fine, some of his raven black hair falling in front of his round Mortal eyes and his ropey muscles tense as he stretches his arms over his head in a casual stretch.
         "Félicité, take care of the girl... But," he reveals a true smile this time, "Be careful. We don't want to...ruin her just yet." Yet
         His clothes are the same, however: black Goth pants with chains dangling from his slim hips and a slightly faded black-T with "Rob Zombie" printed on the front in bloody letters. He is an average teenage boy, Goth, perhaps...But he's just had a wolf tail and ears and then he'd changed...
         She's just going insane, that's it. Silence is insane and this is a nightmare, one that will not come true. She is an average girl, still living at home; she doesn't have an abusive father and she isn't a seer.
         It is just a nightmare; a simple nightmare, nothing more. Not the future, not some "vision" just a teenage girl's dream, twisted and knotted into some freaky nightmare; nothing else.
         A nightmare, she croons to herself until she feels a blow to her head and all goes black, black as night, as Félicité's heart; as Haine's soul; Black as the death that is approaching her meager soul; the death that's already brought her under his wing and stolen away her heart.

Pain; that's what Silence awakens to, all she knows, what she loves and, what she accepts. It has been all she's had...
         Starting at the scent of burning flesh and the icy shock of pain that runs throughout every nerve in her body she lets out a strangled noise.
         Haine pulls away the red-hot iron prod that he had pushed against the side of her neck, between her collarbone and her throat, and gives a vibrating grunt that sounded more like a growl. Félicité is pleasured by Silence's pain and a smile lights up her face and laughter dances in her demonic eyes. They both approve of the scar that will forever haunt Silence.
         Splashing icy water on Silence's burnt flesh, Haine shows no joy or sorrow as he continues his work. Steam rises in swirling smoke and Silence lets out a moan of pain. Her flesh is prickling and as he presses some black liquid on the wound she lets out a trembling scream.
         Jerking and struggling against the rough binds that leave her immobilized she lets out a whine; the binds leave her to the mercy of her captors...who have lost any mercy they may have had years ago.
         Sniveling in torment at the bone trembling pain in her neck Silence shivers in terror; what more can they do to her, what more will they do? Silence is nearly brought to tears at the frightening images that haunt her.
         Crying out and jerking on the binds Silence gives Haine a pleading look. Why her, why her of all people her eyes cry. His honey-brown eyes (him staying in his Mortal form) gaze at her emotionlessly, no answer reflected in their dirty gold depths.
         Then pulling out a red pasty material he grabs a needle and dips it in the paste. Please don't, her eyes plead and beg for him to stop in their teary shallows. I won't cry.
         Haine has laughter dancing in his eyes as he pushes her hair away from the now blackened wound, blood raining down from its crisp flesh.
         Silence screams as he stabs the needle in, dragging it up and down her throat slowly, extending her pain. Tears pool in her eyes but she refuses to let them free, instead she trembles in a painful bliss.
         Félicité then hands him a silver powder and Silence's eyes blur as more tears gather in her lower lashes as he blends the powder with the black liquid eating away her flesh. Twirling it in, he finally stops.
         Resting his arms on his knees he examines her eyes swollen red, yet she has yet to cry. Giving Félicité a casual nod, Félicité then dumps burning hot water on Silence's neck, washing away extra of the mixture on her throat.
         Silence cries out once more but they both ignore her this time and simply wrap her neck with an oily feeling paper, pressing it against the wound. Biting her lip Silence then snaps her head towards the hand that has began to retreat and snaps her jaws around the wrist.
         Looking up to see if it's Haine or Félicité she's gotten a hold to she is pleased to find out it's the one that has caused her the most agony.
         The door closes, the other leaves, leaving Silence and Haine alone.
         Haine's face stays emotionless but he hefts his hand as if to slap her. She clenches her eyes closed and gnaws at his flesh until she tastes his blood in her mouth.
         As she feels someone stroking her tangled hair softly instead of a sharp blow to her face she opens both her eyes bulge in shock; never had someone touched her so pleasantly, not even her mother when trying to comfort her.
         Haine continues to stroke her hair and Silence's grip on his hand reduces to nothing as she recoils from him in shock as she hears his next words.
         "Patience, my love, be patient my beautiful mate."
         
For the next hour Silence is left in a deep silence, her thoughts mixing and twisting around Haines words. She tries to find an excuse for his slip up; maybe he's on drugs and had gotten mixed up? That would also explain how he'd gained red eyes, but it doesn't explain the wolf parts and his white hair and...and anything else!
         She is lost in a world of questions without answers until a door lets out a metallic scream and a vile smell enters the room with an eerie blue light that sparkles across the smooth surfaces of guns and knives; it looks like the two are planning a war!
         Silence's weary eyes try to perceive the form standing before her but she can't get passed his sparkling purple eyes, purple for god's sake!
         Closing her eyes her breathing quivers as she feels her throat burn with tears yet again. She wants to cry until it all just goes away, she just wants the world to stop turning on her and taking away all she believes in. When is the last time everything had been normal? Three weeks ago?
         Stifling her sobs she turns her head away as she hears the same metallic scream of the door. She hopes it's of him leaving but she doubts it.
         Heavy steps move towards her and Silence holds her breath. As she feels an icy hand clap her face she lets out a ragged sob. She keeps her eyes sealed closed even as the man unchains her and starts dragging her out of the room.
         His hands are rough feeling and the sharp edges of claws graze against her hand as she's dragged out of the room screaming and kicking. A rough growl escapes his mouth as she screams loudly and claws at his arm. Ripping out some of the dark hairs covering his arm she simply breaks down and sobs violently, collapsing in his arms.
         "Let go! Stop! LET GO OF ME!" she keeps screaming between her ragged sobs. The man shows no sympathy and instead slaps her in the face.
         "Stop it daddy! I'm sorry! Don't hit me again! Please!" his unconcerned hit had brought back memories of her dad and she curls into the fetal position, crying helplessly. She is so scared and disoriented she can't keep it bottled up anymore. Still no tears come.
         The man gives a gruff sign of disapproval and Silence's eyes squint closed harder as he throws her over his shoulder. She doesn't fight anymore, she just keeps crying and begging for him to let her go, to not hurt her anymore, to not let them hurt her anymore.
         Pushing past a door made of dulled down arrowheads held by strings he drops her on the floor with a grunt. "Here's the human girl." The man says stony-eyed then drifts away, but stands by the door as if guarding it.
         Silence's eyes opened slightly and she sees a rugged black wolf tail handing from under the man's cheap shirt, splitting open his jean pants. Closing her eyes again she lets out a sickened moan and hugs her knees to her chest. If her eyes had been opened she would've seen the man give her a lecherous smile.
         She stays like that for what feels like forever to her, in the fetal position staring at the floor (her sobs having quieted down) until she finally stands up on wobbly legs and turns around; the man is gone and she feels this emptiness inside her...he had been the only one to not severely hurt her and she missed his awkward, twisted kindness.
         Someone clears their throat behind her as if to say she is meant to stay but she continues walking, lifting her hand with a casual wave as if nothing had happened and in her mind nothing had; she's blocking everything out, the distinct animal scent, the strange people, everything; even the bruises covering her body and the aching tattoo on her neck.
         Suddenly her arm is seized and she's ripped back, her arm cracking painfully. She doesn't even let out a squeak of pain as she's turned to face a strange looking man with flaring red hair and the deepest blue eyes she has ever seen.
         Staring at him blankly her eyes trace the wicked X scar on his forehead. He smirks at her revealing rusted-looking teeth broken and pointed. His breath is nauseating and Silence grimaces as he opens his mouth in an even wider grin.
         She squeaks slightly as he drags her up in his arms and gives her a tight, bone-crushing squeeze. The air is pushed out of her lungs and a scream with it.
         The man snickers at her pain and drops her on the floor, releasing her from his sudden and cruel hug. His intelligent eyes take her in fully. "Silence, I am flattered to meet you. My name is Feu Chien."
         Silence stares at him in confusion. "What... How do you know my-" he silences her then with a deadly look that leaves her twitching fearfully.
         He then motions her to the rickety chair and when Silence doesn't move fast enough to suit him Feu Chien literally picks her up and slams her in the chair. A sharp pain advances up her spine from her tailbone but she keeps tight-lipped.
         "As you may have already figured out, this is a clan of werewolves." He pauses and takes in the flash of fear in her eyes; she'd long ago figured this out but hearing the words and knowing they are true terrify her. "But, as you may also have noticed, we're not normal werewolves-whatever normal is. After all, it's not the full moon, quite yet, is it my dear?" He chuckles at this and Silence realizes for the first time that he's right, quite off from the full moon, in fact.
         "You see, young girl, we're an experiment from the government. We'd been normal werewolves, at first, when I was a small child, but they injected us with some chemical-we could never figure out what-and now we can become wolves whenever we want. But the curse is still vivid; we are werewolves every full moon. It's when our powers are the greatest." He hesitates, and then changes his tone.
         "As you may have also figured out, Félicité is your twin. Obviously," he adds with a grin when a scowl turns her pursed mouth downward.
         Standing up from the torn cushion on his chair he paces around the table that had been separating them. Grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger he tilts her head up to face him; that same revolting smell of death and rotting flesh penetrates her nostrils.
         "What you may not know, however, is that both you and your beloved twin are Blanc-eaus. Well, to be precise, you are quite alike though your powers are different. You're a Sang Chantre." He gives her a smile at the confused look on her face and raps his long, jagged claws on the table.
         "To put it short, it means Félicité has to kill you." Silence blinks her honey green eyes and then they focus directly on his swimming depths.
         Deliberately she stands up and tilts her head up to pin him with her eyes as she speaks very slowly, annunciating every word.
         "I don't care if she does have to kill me or does kill me," She pauses, searching for the words to fit the thought she is trying to say. "My brother is dead. I would love to be with him." She gives him a warm smile then and he scowls at it. "So go ahead and kill me! I would be much grateful!"
         Then turning away from him she stops and for a minute and a deadly aura leaks from her pores and her eyes seem to glow. "And don't you dare ever say I'm anything like that demon. I am nothing like her." The words are ice cold and filled with denial. Then she walks away, not knowing where she is going, just somewhere away from Feu Chien.

                                                  
The room she's in is cold; the wind its self seems to be frosted through and through though it's impossible for it to be frozen. Her breath comes out in thin wisps of steam and she struggles and prays for the door to open, to at least move.
         Struggling to open the wooden door coated with a shield of metal dented and even ripped open from god knows what.
         Once again she turns around and lets out a soft sigh of fear and sorrow as her eyes once again creep over the weapons of death and destruction. Then her eyes catch something new, something...different.
         Lifting up from the ground saturated with something she demurs to think of, she walks over to the thing and peers over the slightly sloppy lines and X's on the stone wall.
         Like a prison there are lines after lines, crossing over one another, but at the top, instead of ‘Days' scribbled in hasty, nervous handwriting is ‘Deaths' written in calm, graceful handwriting. The lines and X's handwriting differ from what Silence guesses to be the different killers.
         The X's seem more important, in smoother writing, even with names next to them.
         Rabszolga, Victoria, Nерсик, Varg, Autumn, Demon, Aap, Pássaro, Tuono, Isaac, Mizu, Skyde, Kelsey, Silex, Will, Hercegnõ...
         Sixteen, sixteen X's, sixteen names...sixteen deaths; Silence struggles over the number sixteen for a moment, wondering what specialty it held for her. That's right; she had been born on the sixteenth of January.
         Isaac? Silence's eyes widen for a moment of complete silence.Isaac, Cody's cousin...He...he died? He's been dead all this time? We searched for three months before giving up...that was four years ago. But-he's been dead all these years?
         Silence's eyes gawk at the wall a long time before she turns around. She screams.
         There, hanging from a wall, is Isaac's decapitated head, empty eye sockets staring at her, fanged teeth grinning out at her as a molded and rotting arm clamps on her shoulder...
         
Silence's eyes snap open and her body tenses. She's in a room, unknown to her, yet so dangerously close to the room in her dream that she lusts to cry. Her head throbs and it all comes back to her in waves, some quivering and blurring out the details others sharp and painful.
         For a split second Silence wonders if this is how it must be like every time she wakes up, or daydreams. Every time she slips away from reality are the details always going to be so sharp and painful or disgustingly blurry; must she always remember with horrible dread how she had brought on her brother's death? She wonders this then tries to remember how she'd gotten here.
         Some woman (werewolf?) had knocked her out... She'd caught Silence off guard and then had...had taken her where?
         Silence's eyes sift around the room for anything that might differentiate it from a prison cell. Nothing except the fact that in this room there are chains and ropes attached to the bunk beds nearly rotted off the rock -or metal- walls to hold their captive down.
         She shifts her gaze from the bed and all that is possible to happen to her when she laid down in one and is tied or chained down. They can fall from her weight, one of those werewolves can kill her, rape her, torture her, consume her, and so many other horrible things she doesn't even want to contemplate.
         Her breath comes out in wispy forms of mist while she trots around the room in a disoriented fashion. Silence's mind swirls with all the horrid things that can (and will) happen to her in this...this...
         Heaven
         Silence shrinks from the thought and lets out a soft whimpering cry. Throwing herself at the bared door she topples over on the other side as it creeks open.
         Her skin shivers and goose flesh appears on her as her bare arm touches the cold wood floor.
         Shrivel up and die. The thought is unexpected as if from an unknown source...from an unidentified mind... Quivering and recoiling from her self as if trying to escape from her own skin she finally forces herself to her feet.
         Terror slithers under her very flesh, hollowing her bones and turning her twitching muscles to mush. Her eyes switch from empty hall to the other almost begging to find something to scare her into a heart attack so she might rest in peace.
         "Rest in peace...Now who would ever want that to happen?" Silence murmurs to herself, trying to coax her self out of her twitching nervous mess. Walking down one of the halls, the one on her right, a blood curdling shriek freezes her. Her left, turn left...find out who'd given the horrible scream...help them...save them...die with them... Silence's muscles jerk and twitch spasmodically.
         Trudging down the hall her toes curl as another scream, higher, more desperate, rockets through the air. Dancing nervously into her room she walks into the room, pulling the door after her, and walks to the southern wall.
         Examining herself in the mirror she batters nervously at the rusted sink under the mirror. Blinking her eyes, pinching them closed, her muscles lock into place.
         Drool and blood raining from the sky. Raining from the ceiling? She's not outside, but caged in. And it's raining drool and blood, the smelly droplets of liquid pelting against her skin as she cowers from...from...
         Her father.
         He's here, lurking in the shadows. Holding something, something to smash her brains in, set her on fire, or cut out her entrails.
         Shivering and cowering Silence watches with glowing yellow eyes. They'd waited too long and now she is one of them, one of the...
         A scream, vibrating and terrifying, screaming at her to run, to fight, to escape. It's her mother; she's there, across from Silence, locked inside a cage with a straight jacket on. Pulsating as a needle is shoved in her arm and some (poison) medicine is forced into her veins, her mother becomes hysterical and jerks, the straight jacket barely holding her in her convulsing state, slobber sliding down her chin as blood and drool continues to rain on them.
         Then there's nothing, nothing but the rain and the sound and smell of prey.
         Silence vision has become that of a predator's, no importance but the bright colors of warmth. It's what will help her to escape. She had to become one of them to escape before they...
         Kill her like they killed her mother.
         Silence eyes open and she finds her self lying in the fetal position under the leaking sink, the foul water dripping on her head.