Secrets (a MPHFPC Fanfic)

Almost: Euphora

The wights spread out, searching.

Searching for me.

The key to the escape was when my guard fell asleep, which was when I was able to break out of my pod, a pod filled with this gross goo. I had pretended to be unconscious the whole time. My uncles had just left, to where, I don't know. But I was hidden, invisible and unfeelable. The breadth of my peculiarity was wide. I didn't even know how far it expanded. But physics had always been my specialty.

The wights had just finished spreading out. I prepared to make my move.

I had just taken a step when the doors burst open again. My heart leapt to my throat as I realized who it was.

Bound, gagged, and looking very weak, was my mother. She was struggling to hold her head up, her piercing green eyes squinting in the light. Beside her, stood Caul. A wight hurried in and told Caul what had happened, causing his eyes to narrow and flash. But my mother had a different reaction, she opened her eyes wider and looked around as wildly as she could, letting out a muffled gasp.

Caul narrowed his eyes even more and took out his gun. I gasped as he held it at my mother's temple. Caul grinned and I realized that he had heard me.

He primed the gun and yelled. "Come out! Or I'll be forced to put a hole in the head of my sister." She squeezed her eyes shut, no doubt trying to draw back tears of guilt. That's when I realized he must have told her something would happen to me if she didn't cooperate.

"Don't!" I yelled, startling mother's eyes open again.

"Then come out!" Caul yelled back.

I had to. I felt my body come into focus, become tangible once more. My mother let out a sob, but not because of the gun against her temple. Caul smiled and pulled up a few chairs. "Sit, I insist."

I sat, of course.

"Now, put Alma in the other chair," He told the wight who was carrying her. The wight sat her down in the chair across from me and roughly tied her to it. Caul, keeping his gun aimed at mother, sat down in the other chair. 

"Is it ready?" He asked the other wight.

"I don't think so," The wight said.

"Well, go check," said Caul, and then he turned to us. "I believe we have business to do."

Then Caul pulled out another gun and aimed it at me. "Let me say this, none of you are essential to me. You're simply useful. If you die, I will have no regrets. Yes, I see you glaring at me, Alma. But you will understand eventually."

"I will never understand," I said. "How you're so crazy that you would be willing to kill your own sister and niece!"

"Oh, this is fun," Caul said with a smile. He ripped the gag out of mother's mouth. "Anything you want to add, Alma?"

I expected my mother to bite back with a smart retort, but all she seemed to be able to say was "You... said that..." Her weak voice failed. She cleared her throat. "... When you killed... our parents." She seemed to wilt. I had never seen her like this before. Normally, she was the perfect picture of calm, always dependable in a fraught situation. But whatever her brothers had done to her seemed to have left her scarred.

The sight of his sister like this seemed to strengthen my uncle. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Now, moving on."

You could see the madness in his eyes.