I See What You Don't

Wounded

     A loud scream shot you awake from your peaceful slumber. Your eyes had to quickly adjust to your unfamiliar room as well as the blinding light piercing through the exposed window. Your retinas were burning in the searing yellow beams. Several flickers of black hazed in your foggy vision. You tried several times to rub your hands over your eyes to make your sight more clear. The screams only got louder, more desperate. Pained.

     You brought your legs over the bed and stood up as quickly as possible. Flies were dancing everywhere in a furious battle against each other. One of the maids was being dragged around the room, luckily unharmed for now. She was constantly being picked up by one set of flies only to be interrupted by another. Dragging, freed, dragging, freed, an endless struggle of power.

     You looked down and found no one else was in the bed. You looked back at the maid who was in the process of being pulled once more. A leg was lifted into the air though her body was still flush on the floor. She was dragged another foot or so. Her blood curdling scream shrilled in the room. Your eardrums vibrated from the pitch of it. The leg suddenly plopped back down hitting harshly on the wood. The maid would certainly be covered in bruises. The sound from the hundreds of flies carried louder than the screams. They sounded angry, constantly humming as they smacked into each other. It was so loud that it was nearly deafeningly quiet at the same time.

     If you were to squint really hard you could barely make out the image of your sisters pushing and pulling on each other. Teeth were bared in little flickers of white here and there. Mucus like green ooze was smeared on the floor, with tinges of red. One of them was bleeding, and bleeding badly. If not both of them.

"I'M THIRSTY! LET ME GO, DAMN YOU!" The speech was more of a growl than anything.

The maid was dragging once more, and stopped again.

More fighting flies.

"DANIELA, HELP ME! NOW! DON'T JUST STAND THERE; SHE'S LOSING IT!" That was a voice you knew.

Cassandra was defending the maid from Bela, who once again was lost in blood-lust.

     You stepped forward unsure of what to do in the situation. Your instinct told you to run to the maid and side with your middle sister in this quarrel. You dove in between the black cloud, splicing it, and landed on the floor next to the maid. Her wide pearl eyes looked at you in pure horror. You could only imagine the level of fear she was experiencing. You were surprised she was still alive. She kicked her free leg at you and hit you in the jaw with her short heeled black slip on. Then she pushed herself backwards with her elbows.

" Lasă-mă, diavolule!" She spat directly in your face. The wet glob slid down your right cheek, splatting onto the floor with a sickening dripping sound.

"DANIELA!" Cassandra urged, "GET IN HERE AND HELP ME!"

Bela spoke to you in a sweet, but demonic tone. "No, Sister!~ BRING HER TO ME!"

     You sneered at the maid for the disrespect, but refused to anger Cassandra in this moment by killing the maid yourself. Despite how much your throat burned to drain her to a corpse you knew it would be best to acquire it when your sister wasn't on a rampage. You brought yourself to stand off the floor and face the swarming flurry of darkness. You tried to jump up to dissolve, but only landed back to where you started. Nothing was working to join the fray.

"NOW!!!" Cassandra pleaded harshly with you. This was the kindest she's ever asked of you yet.

You looked at your hands and feet, then back at the flies of your sisters.

"I'm sorry!" You were on the verge of tears. "I don't know how! I'm not smart like you two! I can't do it!"