Silent Terror

Chapter Five

So this book is going to be weirdly updated. I am going to try and make 3 to 4 chapters published per time I update. Now, since I'll be doing this, the chapters are going to be short. They are typically going to be 1000 - 1800. I hope this is enough to suffice.

'It's warm. I feel gross, when will these skinny assholes let me take a shower?' It's been days since the incident happened in the therapy room. Guards were stationed everywhere down the halls that lead to Ayuna's room. Nurses came and went to check on her, though no response came when they asked her questions. She has been feeding in her room too, 'no trips to the cafeteria for a while', Maddy had said. Though Ayuna could have cared less.

She stared at the wall before her, she was sitting at her desk. She had finished her coloring book a few days ago and had nothing else to do. 'How does this place help patients if all you do is sit here and stare at a blank wall. It's making me dizzy.'

She heaves a sigh through her nose. She runs a hand through her hair and stands. She stretches all the kinks and gives a little yawn. She had no idea what time it was. No gossip has been coming from the nurses or guards. She wanted to know what they were planning for that therapy group session. 'Hopefully not another one. I'd suffocate with all the testosterone.'

She frowned, she heard nothing but the heartbeats and breathing of the guards outside. She turned to her bed, walking forward. She was about to lay down when she heard fast footsteps come in her direction. She perked up, going over to the door. She went on her tiptoes to look out the bars that were in the door. She waited.

A nurse with bright blonde hair appeared. She wore a worried look, her eyes glazed over like she saw something. Which she most likely did by the way her heart ached. Ayuna watched her come over to the door. "Ayuna please stand back and wait for further instructions."

The white-haired female stepped back, her fingers bending over and over. She felt the dust around her settle onto her clothes. Everything around her seemed to bother her as she waited for the guards to open her door.

"I'm going to handcuff you, please behave. We need to hurry and escort you to a room. You will be accompanied by others." The nurses seemed terrified. Ayuna let them do what they wanted and put on the cuffs. She followed them out the door, they seemed to be walking at a fast pace since Ayuna had to fast walk to keep up.

It took less than 6 minutes to reach the other side of the building. She was shoved into a room that seemed to be soundless. It looked quite big. One thing caught Ayuna's eyes though, and that was the other patients that seemed to be in the same situation with her. She looked around before sitting far away, she sat in the corner of the room. They didn't seem to mind her and she felt her body sigh in relief.

It felt like hours til a guard walked in. Most looked up, staring down the male who came in. He cleared his throat, "Sorry for inconvenience, we had a false alarm. We will take you back to your rooms in a minute, thank you for being patient."

A few sighs of reliefs were heard, while others grumbled out. None of them seemed to want to be cooped up in a room with each other. Tension creeped up to a higher level as the minutes ticked by. No sign of anyone coming to pick them up.

. . .

It has been several minutes with no sign of nurses and or guards to come pick up the people in the isolated room. With testosterone and the tension being so high, Ayuna grew more uncomfortable.  Her eyes were already accustomed to the darkness that surrounded the patients, she took a swift look around the room to watch the others expressions. Some were curious as to what was happening outside the room, others were annoyed with how long the staff was taking, and of course you had the ones that didn't show or couldn't be read if the face was even visible.

It was sickeningly quiet until a voice broke through the silence, "What the hell is happening?"

Obviously everyone wanted an answer, they were all in the dark, literally. The silence continue for another long minute before another voice took over, "Has to be some kind of breach. Though there was no alarm, I'm guessing they didn't want to startle the rest of us." It was Hannibal who spoke, answering the first persons question. The others who had heard nodded their heads, taking in the reasonable assumption.

Ayuna shifted on her ass, the hard floor was uncomfortable, and with the handcuffs making imprints into her wrists, she really wanted to get out of this stuffy room. Her eyes were bright in the darkness, with the gift of being able to see in the dark, her eyes lighten so much that its the only facial feature to be able to be seen by the human eye. They were the thing that haunted you in your nightmares, making the less fortunate who have come across them, make sleep their worse enemy.  She blinked, her mind consumed with many answers as to why they were all stuffed into a room with no lights and no supervision.

"You think someone came for one of us?"

It was a question that seem to spark interest into everyone that breathed at this very moment. They all moved their focus onto the person that spoke, Danny. All though the voice made Ayuna want to roll her eyes in annoyance, she couldn't help but want to know if someone was really there for one of them, or her. She couldn't think of anyone outside of this mental hospital that wanted her, or even knew her.

"I got nobody, can't be for me." It was Chucky who spoke. Freddy spoke up, "Maybe it was the toy factory coming to take back their doll that didn't seem to sell very well."

"Maybe it was the kids that you use to haunt coming to beat your ass, again," Chucky spit back, he stood from his sitting position. Freddy started spewing curses at the tiny toy. They were ignored.

"Anyone in here know or think of someone who could have came for them?" The people who weren't insulting each other look around at the rest, waiting for someone to speak up. "I know I got no one."

Brahms looked down in despair. He shook his head before looking over at Hannibal, "Do you?"

Hannibal already knew that answer, it was simple. No, no one came for him after he was taken. He was alright with it, and he knew better than to keep his hopes up. "No, I'm sure it's someone else."

He scratched off Micheal, Bubba and Jason, knowing that they were also stuck in here with no one on the other side of the gate waiting or wanting them. Hannibal looked over at Danny, with little light peeping through the underside of the door, he could barely make out the details of his face. he did notice one thing though, and that was the direction of where his eyes laid.

He was looking at the white haired women who has yet to speak or show any signs of interests in the conversation. With a face that held looks of a goddess, but eyes of a predator, she showed nothing. Her face was always stoic, or flushed with annoyance. She never made a sound, she was silent. If you didn't pay attention closely like these killers, you would never known she was there. She hid in the shadows well, even with hair as the color of paper, and eyes the shade of the sun. They were watchful, always seeking out disturbance in their field of view. Watching out for danger that threatened the holder of such beautiful specks. Hannibal knew that the women before him held great power, the muscle that defined the body that sat a few feet away made sure that anyone who laid eyes on the being knew of it. Her walk held confidence and demanded respect, and she deserved of such. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she knew it. 

Before he could question the female, knowing there was a high chance of getting no response, the door to the room that held the most frightening killers bursted open. Blinding most of the patients with bright LED lights.

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