Tranquil Chills

First Encounter

    As I stroll to the kitchen, I was brought back to the past all of a sudden. 

    I still remember the moment when Rod dragged me, along with the other girl, in a metal cage into his factory. I was unconscious at the moment, thanks to the freezing gas in his mask, but I came back to my senses when the ice thaws a bit. His voice...when he was calm, sounded like gentle, yet chilling ocean waves. I haven't learnt the exact word to describe it yet. 

Flashback...(No one's pov)

    "Strange...I don't remember capturing an extra kid." Rod thought to himself, puzzled. He looked at Reane, and the obese girl. He pulled out another cage, and shoved Reane in there. On the journey into the factory, the freezing substance started to melt and Reane realized that she is in a cage. However, she did not feel terrified. The noisy people, kids, especially the ones who bothered her scare her the most. What's wrong with being...Quiet? 

I saw him. The masked ice cream maker, singing that eerie song. And I loved his voice. 

    Reane thought. As they arrived in a room with other cages, that's when Reane felt terrified. She didn't know what will happen. The other girl, however, was picking at the lock with one of her bobby pins, and how unfortunate, Reane thought. She made too much noise. The noise alerted one of the little robots in the room, and just when the girl was about to embrace her newfound freedom, after a static zap, she was twitching on the ground in a horrible dance. After a few seconds, her movements became subtle, and she was out cold. The noise made Rod come out of his pink room. Annoyed, he still has to see to the interruptions. 

    "Now...What's going on in here?!" He yelled. Reane did not make any sound. His gaze turned to the unconscious girl on the ground. 

    "I must say, this one is a part of the smarter bunch."  He shoved her back into the cage. He then looked at Reane. Reane froze on the spot. She pretended to be still frozen. He turned away and dragged the once again, unconscious girl into Pink Room. 

    After collecting the creamy remains of the girl, Rod decided to focus the matters onto Reane. There's something different in her eyes, he thought. Reane had to move a bit now, as her body was all sore from pretending to be frozen. 

    "Little girl...I must say, you are very brave to venture into the depths of my factory." Rod knelt down a bit, and held out a mint colored ice cream, trying to lure Reane into giving in. One more batch of special ingredients. Reane looked at the ice cream, but despite being a naive looking 9 year-old, she knew better than to take things from strangers. Something she learnt the hard way back in the orphanage.  Reane not know his name, but spotted it on his name tag. She still didn't say anything though, but shook her head timidly. When every kid back in the orphanage were buying double-scooped strawberry chocolate ice creams, she always settled with a single scoop of mint ice cream in a cone. It's not like it mattered, but people always shove her to the end of the line. You take too long, they told her. 

    "No, no. This is not one of the sugary bunch. It's mint. See the color?" He brought the ice cream closer to her. Reane considered backing away, but she did not. She saw what happened to the girl earlier when she tried to escape. What happened to her in the pink room? She can't help but wonder about it. 

    "Well, this is one of my newest creations, and you get to try it first! What do you think, hm?" He still wouldn't give up on enticing her. Reane became even more scared, but she's not the type of person who wants to show it. So she screamed, the earsplitting annoying type. That's how she respond to fear. When she had to make a noise, it's definitely going to be a loud one. 

   "Scream once more, you will be squeezed into something unrecognizable. Choose your words carefully, little girl..."

............................Time lapse to the present............................

   There's no need to tell me that, Mr. Rod. I smiled to myself in the most sickening sweet way. I always did.