Claimed

~Chapter 4~ Welcome to Volsla

~Chapter 4~ Welcome to Volsla

Though the sun still had not shown itself from behind the clouds, Wynter didn't want to wait for it to begin her day.  Already she had unpacked all her belongings from school and she was now cleaning everything while dancing around her room, music blaring.

"'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, if I could just see you....tonight."  Wynter sang flawlessly, her voice radiating a purity that others could only dream of.

As she sang she was mentally planning out her day, wondering where it would take her.  She didn't want to stay in the house, not because of her parents, but just because she felt like being alone.

Once this thought passed through her mind, a sharp pain shot through Wynter's head again, it held the same intensity as it had the other day when she had walked in the middle of the street.  Wynter's song was cut short as she collapsed to the floor, holding her head, forcing the pain back. 

The pain didn't catch her off gaurd, or scare her in the least.  It was just a part of Wynter that she had learned to live with since she was a small child.  Her parents had taken her to multiple medical doctors as a kid when she complained about the pain, but every doctor came to the same conclusion: they didn't know what was wrong with her.

Migraine headache, tumor, internal bleeding, all these had once been serious concerns and theories, but they had all been tossed aside when they used an MRI to scan Wynter's brain while she was having the pain. 

There was nothing abnormal about her brain.  Leaving some doctors with the opinion that the phenomenon she was experiencing was psychological.

Wynter grew up learning to deal with the pain, not fearing it, not welcoming it, only tolerating it.

As the pain subsided, the song Wynter had been singing changed and she picked herself up, throwing herself on the bed.

Deep down inside, even as a young child, Wynter had always feared that her subconscious always knew the real reason for the pain.  Deep inside, Wynter was afraid of the pain being caused by something horrible, something dark, hidden within her, trying to get itself out.

She had quite the imagination.

Though people had always described her as being sweet and nice and kind, Wynter always feared that their perception of her could not be farther from the truth. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wynter got up from her bed, and finished cleaning the room.

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"So, where exactly does this tunnel lead?"  Chry had been following Lee for quite some time now and still, they were in a long dark tunnel that seemed to lead to virtually nowhere. 

"I told you, boy.  We can't walk out in the sunlight.  Where do you think our kind goes during the day, inside houses?"  Although Lee laughed, that is exactly what Chry thought happened.  He never dreamed that they went underground.  Though Lee had brought Chry underground through a manhole, the smell and sight of sewage had been long gone, and now, they were proceeding through a damp, dark, tunnel void of any noise whatsoever.   Chry couldn't even hear above them with his unnaturally sharp senses.

"Are we almost there?"  Chry didn't want to sound ungrateful, but he couldn't help but complain.

"Don't you hear that, kid?"  Lee paused and looked over to Chry, assessing his face.

Chry strained to hear what Lee could, but could only hear the sound of their own heartbeats and breathing.

"I don't hear a thing."  Chry confessed.