They
didn't bother checking."
"Oh, thanks." She paused
and watched Mona scan the page in the dark, "Don't you want to know where
I was?"
"Not really."
"Well," she sniffed,
"Your friends are waiting for you."
Mona peered up from under her brow
slightly, "Are they?" she flipped another page more harshly.
"Aren't you going?"
Coldly, Mona spat out an answer,
"No."
Sophie thought about the previous
night's fight, "But your parents are gone."
"So?" Mona looked up
finally, closing the magazine.
"Oh, I don't know,"
Sophie quickly recovered, "Danielle just seemed pretty upset."
"Heh," Mona stood,
"If she needs me she knows where to find me. I'm going in my room."
She moved to the kitchen then turned as Sophie sighed heavily,
"What?"
Sophie shifted uncomfortably and
tried to not make eye contact with her cousin, "I just kind of wanted to
talk."
Mona didn’t answer, but also didn’t
leave.
"You know, about last
night." She was quiet for another long moment, examining the fibers of the
sofa. "What happened in the alley."
Mona made a little noise in the
back of her throat then sighed, "What, when you slipped and hit your
head?"
Sophie looked up at her then,
confused, "No. The men." No trace of recognition registered on Mona’s
face. "And the bright light."
Mona rolled her eyes and diverted
her gaze, "Man, you must have hit your head harder than I thought."
Bewildered, Sophie could only stare
back at her. The girl absently picked at her nails and glanced up, but quickly
looked away, "First you’re seeing things and now you’re imagining things.
Weird." And with that she turned and disappeared down the hall.
Chapter 4
"Insect," the voice's
owner spat at the ground, barely missing the being cowered in a heap. Coughing,
he rolled to his back, blood spattering onto his chest. Fighting back would be
useless now.
He stared up into the single
hanging light in the tiny room. His head pulsed with some muffled rhythm far
away. The enormous man who had brought him here nearly grazed the low ceiling
and the walls were a dark concrete, stained with what he could only assume was
blood. And his was adding to it.
The man kicked him in the side and
he retched from the pain. His stomach split further and blood pooled beside
him. He watched the deep red glitter under the light and it mesmerized him. For
once the hunger didn't come at its sight, but a different feeling, a sense of
awe at his own life and how fleeting it suddenly was.
"I'm just like you," he
choked out, staring up at the shadowed figure. The light shone around the looming
man as if he were a divine being, but having met plenty in his time, he knew
the man was a far cry from one, "How can you do this to one of your
own?"
From the shadows another emerged.
"Just like us?" the feminine voice pacified him, "No." He
heard the sound of heels coming closer then stop, "You're nothing like
us."
He squinted, trying to make out the
figure, but his vision blurred.
"I've been told you refuse to
cooperate," her sultry tone filled his head, "And so you must be
disposed of." She took a step closer, "That is, unless you tell me
where they're keeping it."
"I don't know," he
sputtered and blood trickled down his chin, "I don’t even know what you're
talking about."
Her eyes flashed a magnificent
golden color, enraged, and she flung her fist into the wall. It pierced the
block deep and concrete crumbled onto the floor. The color in her eyes receded,
and she lifted her arm into the light. It was unscathed.
"Of course you do," she
purred, "You've been there, you've seen it. I can smell Hell on you."
The words were like poison in her mouth.
She waited in silence for his
reply, but he gave none. She crouched down to his level and hovered just above
him. Finally, his eyes focused, and the light was just bright enough to make
out her high, sharp features and dark eyes. When he realized it was her, he
gathered his fleeting strength to push himself away, but his feet slid in
didn't bother checking."
"Oh, thanks." She paused
and watched Mona scan the page in the dark, "Don't you want to know where
I was?"
"Not really."
"Well," she sniffed,
"Your friends are waiting for you."
Mona peered up from under her brow
slightly, "Are they?" she flipped another page more harshly.
"Aren't you going?"
Coldly, Mona spat out an answer,
"No."
Sophie thought about the previous
night's fight, "But your parents are gone."
"So?" Mona looked up
finally, closing the magazine.
"Oh, I don't know,"
Sophie quickly recovered, "Danielle just seemed pretty upset."
"Heh," Mona stood,
"If she needs me she knows where to find me. I'm going in my room."
She moved to the kitchen then turned as Sophie sighed heavily,
"What?"
Sophie shifted uncomfortably and
tried to not make eye contact with her cousin, "I just kind of wanted to
talk."
Mona didn’t answer, but also didn’t
leave.
"You know, about last
night." She was quiet for another long moment, examining the fibers of the
sofa. "What happened in the alley."
Mona made a little noise in the
back of her throat then sighed, "What, when you slipped and hit your
head?"
Sophie looked up at her then,
confused, "No. The men." No trace of recognition registered on Mona’s
face. "And the bright light."
Mona rolled her eyes and diverted
her gaze, "Man, you must have hit your head harder than I thought."
Bewildered, Sophie could only stare
back at her. The girl absently picked at her nails and glanced up, but quickly
looked away, "First you’re seeing things and now you’re imagining things.
Weird." And with that she turned and disappeared down the hall.
Chapter 4
"Insect," the voice's
owner spat at the ground, barely missing the being cowered in a heap. Coughing,
he rolled to his back, blood spattering onto his chest. Fighting back would be
useless now.
He stared up into the single
hanging light in the tiny room. His head pulsed with some muffled rhythm far
away. The enormous man who had brought him here nearly grazed the low ceiling
and the walls were a dark concrete, stained with what he could only assume was
blood. And his was adding to it.
The man kicked him in the side and
he retched from the pain. His stomach split further and blood pooled beside
him. He watched the deep red glitter under the light and it mesmerized him. For
once the hunger didn't come at its sight, but a different feeling, a sense of
awe at his own life and how fleeting it suddenly was.
"I'm just like you," he
choked out, staring up at the shadowed figure. The light shone around the looming
man as if he were a divine being, but having met plenty in his time, he knew
the man was a far cry from one, "How can you do this to one of your
own?"
From the shadows another emerged.
"Just like us?" the feminine voice pacified him, "No." He
heard the sound of heels coming closer then stop, "You're nothing like
us."
He squinted, trying to make out the
figure, but his vision blurred.
"I've been told you refuse to
cooperate," her sultry tone filled his head, "And so you must be
disposed of." She took a step closer, "That is, unless you tell me
where they're keeping it."
"I don't know," he
sputtered and blood trickled down his chin, "I don’t even know what you're
talking about."
Her eyes flashed a magnificent
golden color, enraged, and she flung her fist into the wall. It pierced the
block deep and concrete crumbled onto the floor. The color in her eyes receded,
and she lifted her arm into the light. It was unscathed.
"Of course you do," she
purred, "You've been there, you've seen it. I can smell Hell on you."
The words were like poison in her mouth.
She waited in silence for his
reply, but he gave none. She crouched down to his level and hovered just above
him. Finally, his eyes focused, and the light was just bright enough to make
out her high, sharp features and dark eyes. When he realized it was her, he
gathered his fleeting strength to push himself away, but his feet slid in
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