The Keepers' Evil

Thirty-Five: I know he's angry, but he's only trying to do what's best

Song- Little talks: Of monsters and men

"I know he's angry, but he's only trying to do what's best."

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It was dark at night.

I supposed Marvolo turned the lights off.

Such a normal, human thing to do, to turn the lights off.

So why did it feel so cruel?

Despite the gnawing ache of the pitch-black, my breath that reminded me just how much terror was beginning to drown me, the shackles that eroded the skin on my wrists to leave devastatingly painful swells, I found more comfort within Sebastian with every minute that passed. I could feel myself becoming more dependent on him every time that the lights were switched off.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?" My words shivered from my lungs with the air that seemed to be freezing my tone like a snowflake as it left my lips. The bricks provided little warmth between the cracks, though the corners allowed me to huddle into myself like a frightened puppy.

The sound of a gentle clap slapped the air every few seconds, followed by several out of breath huffs and puffs. I scrunched my eyebrows together with a less than curious annoyance, taking a few moment to find the strength to pull my eyes up to squint through the fogged darkness.

Sebastian had engaged himself in several strenuous attempts at pushups, seemingly somewhat made more difficult for himself with the addition of a clap before his body began to fall back to the floor. A smirk twisted onto his face, just as full of the boyish cockiness that I had grown to miss ever so much.

"Don't you think it's so cool?" He called out from across the bricked room, my eyes beginning to adjust to mould around his figure that was pushed from the floor onto his arms.

"Not really-" Sebastian's feigned surprise made the small tickle of a smile appear on my lips, the exaggeration of his fake emotion causing me to hold back the chuckle in my chest.

"Come on, Maddie, you must think I'm cool." Sebastian huffed his way over to the corner that held me as though it wouldn't allow me to leave, brushing the sweat further into his hair enough to force several strands upright.

His hand extended outwards to mine, the small glimmers of his exertion present in the extra beads of sweat that coated his palms.

"I don't actually, not in the slightest." Sebastian bit his lip as he looked playfully away from me, the jest compelling his expression to hold his smirk just a little longer whilst I was no longer able to resist my own laugh. It had been a little too long since Sebastian and I had laughed at all, let alone together.

"You're saying that because you can't do it." His hand remained before me, this time his fingers flexing as if to hurry my body that was a prisoner within itself, as if to coax the hurt energy from my system. My mind seemed to flicker through the memories like a scrapbook in my head as if to remind me of who I truly was. The fingers inside of my own consciousness chose to select the few images that screamed the competitiveness within me that had become somewhat discarded in the process of Sebastian.

Rookwood had died because of me.

Ranrok had died because of me.