Epics of Noche 4, Asylum

EON CH 12

ACID EYE.

1774.

Noche faded in and out of consciousness. Pain lingered in the back of her mind, but it had started to die down. Some time had passed since the anchor had cooled onto her chest. Despite that, she could still feel the heat of molten metal. She tried to move her limbs, but they were still nailed in place.

"How am I still alive?" Noche thought. "After everything they've done. How am I still alive?"

The door squealed open and her stomach fell into a cold pit.

"It's too soon. There were here only a moment ago."

She raised her eyes to the approaching Grave brothers; Red held a glass syringe in his hand.

"Morning Noche. Do you know what this is?"

He walked up to the blonde and held the needle to her face. She could make out a green liquid floating inside the glass container.

"Acid."

She didn't respond. Held her face in check. Let no emotion display in front of him.

"Do you know where we're going to inject this acid?"

Noche fought back the urge to gulp.

"If you don't want to know, then I won't tell you," Red smiled. "Promise. Cross my heart and hope to die... Stick a needle in the eye."

Never before had Noche seen such a malicious grin. Not even from Edward. Blue approached and Noche thrashed on her bindings. However the chains, the meat hooks, the nails all held her in place. He placed one hand on the top of her head and held it still, while the fingers on his other hand landed near her left eye and held the lids open.

The anchor that had fused to her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She was forced to watch as Red caused a small green stream to shoot out of the needle tip. It landed on the anchor and caused a small plume of smoke to erupt from where the metal corroded away.

The syringe was now inches away from Noche's left eye. It drew closer and closer; a pinhole developed in Noche's left eye. A pinhole that was the exact size of the needle tip. As if it was a scar caused by this very moment. A scar so traumatic that it existed outside of time.

Red lunged forward – the needle slid perfectly into the center of Noche's pupil. The blonde screamed and instinctively tried to move her head, but Blue kept her still. Half her vision turned crimson as the needle stayed there. Then Red pressed down on the syringe's plunger.

It happened in a fraction of a second, appearing almost like an old film reel burning up. Half the world went black as instant crippling pain wracked her head. Red ripped the needle out and Blue tilted Noche's head down — white goo, pink fluids, and yellow-green pus fell out of her eye sockets in clumps.

The cheek below her eye melted from the caustic liquids and a nauseating smell overpowered the stench of the room. Noche struggled and screamed as she watched sludge fall to the floor with her sole remaining eye. She didn't dare to close it, to be left in the darkness, trapped in the nothingness. So she forced herself to watch.

Laughter echoed from the Grave brothers, but it was a faint distant thing. The void had become a permanent part of the left side of her vision. Noche stared as the pain became muted, as the last bits of her eyeball splattered to the floor. There was no escape. They were going to torture her forever.