We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Three, Silenced

               He groaned, slowly waking up. His senses slowly returned, a faint numbness setting in his chest. He had a splitting headache and was extremely dizzy. Dried blood mixed in his dark brown hair, his clothes ripped and stained crimson red. His memories suddenly returned, rushing back to him like a narrow stream. He couldn't feel the pain he had expected. He glanced at himself, finding a rather large scar running down from the top of his neck, across his chest and down to his abdomen.

               A sudden whistle caught his attention. He turned towards the source to see Mitchell standing smugly at the doorway. A smirk was set upon his features, an arrogant look which he wanted to punch clean off. "Did you enjoy the night, sweet prince ?" he taunted, making Skys blood boil. He wanted to scream, he wanted to yell, but nothing came. Mitchell rolled his eyes, "Giving me the ol' silent treatment, eh ? Whatever" he shrugged before he tossed in a set of new clothes. "Put it on. I'll be waiting" he said, leaning against the doorway. He doesn't seem to want to give Sky any privacy at all. After all, it was a prison.

               Sky exit the cell, wearing a fresh pair of clean clothes. He wore a teal blue shirt and dark violet pants. He still wore his red shoes and amulet. "Unfortunately for you, you woke up after shower time, but" he tapped the imaginary watch on his wrist. "You woke up just in time for the last five minutes of breakfast" he informed. Sky made no comment. He couldn't anyway.

                  They walked past the doorway out of the cell hold. To the right, there was the entrance to the showers. They moved right. Up front, there was a staircase leading upwards. Before that, was another stone opening into the cafeteria. It was void of living creatures. Two loaves of seemingly stale bread rested at the counter at the back of the room. A loud banging sound caught their attention. Mitchell grumbled something along the lines of 'Jerome' and 'Irresponsible'. "Jerome ! Could you just let Bodil out ?!" Mitchell yelled, obviously irritated. A metallic slam echoed across the hallway before an eerie giggle was heard.

               "Head upstairs after you're done. Don't try anything fishy" Mitchell growled. As if he would try to do something in a room with guards and wardens standing around. Someone brushed past him, smothering the side of his arm in wet blood. He stared as the man walked slightly crookedly, towards the counter and grabbed the loaves of bread. He was tall and had slick, black hair and very pale skin. He wore a full black tux, several tears present and revealing the scars that covered his skin. He turned around, making Skys blood run cold. His face was covered in scratches and marks, dried blood coated his lips. His mouth was stretched open, rows of jagged teeth that prod from his gums. His glowing red eyes seemed to haunt his dreams, a demonic sort of essence seemed to swirl in his eyes. A carnivorous creature seemed to act as his tie, dripping with blood and snapping occasionally, covered in spikes. He suddenly grinned before he tossed one of the loaves of bread to Sky.

               "And I thought I would be the last to arrive" he giggled. "You must be the new prisoner the wardens had been talking about" he said as Sky caught the loaf, holding the dry stick between his hands. "Can't talk ?" he laughed again before he approached Sky. Insanity swirled in his eyes, an uncontrollable anger seemed to radiate from the mentally unstable man. "Eat, 'budder' boy" The stranger urged when he sensed Skys hesitation. "You're going to need the energy if you don't want to end up dying mid operation" he twitched. He started to quietly giggle again, the claws that replaced his hands cracked the dry loaf, breaking it into crumbles. He shoved the remains into his mouth, chewing loudly. The sound of the hard loaf being eaten sounded like he was eating ceramic pieces. He skipped out the room and headed towards the stairs. He shuddered, staring at the loaf. He doubt he could consume this 'food' at all.

               He was right. He had attempted to eat it, of course, but it ended up with nearly shattering his teeth. He discarded the stick of cement they called bread on one of the tables before he left to follow the previous man. He guessed his name was Bodil since he giggled similar to the one who had been let out. He wondered what had broke this man so deeply, or had he always been like that ? As he reached the top of the stairs, he almost fell due to the sudden force of Bodil yanking him away. "You came just in time, Budder boy. Ashley and AntVenom are about to have a brawl" He said, his voice wavering with uncontrollable violence and excitement. He looked over the crowd of people surrounding an area. In the center were two figures circling each other, glaring menacingly. Like most people, their clothes were bloody and ripped. Her eyes were a mix of fiery orange with a mixture of burning hatred and her hair went from long, silky hair to black snakes that hissed at everyone and everything. Her hands were made of metal, reform-able and dangerously sharp.

               AntVenom wore similar clothes to the ones Sky had came here with. A black and grey striped shirt and pants as well as the same amulet Adam had given them. It was cracked and instead of a rich violet, it glowed with a seething black desire to kill. He had a strange spider like structure covering his face which revealed scars peeking from his cheeks. His clothes were clawed and in his hands were bare. His eyes were a metallic brownish red hue and he was growling inhumanly at Ashley.

               'What happened to everyone ?' Sky wondered as he glanced at the others, but they were moving too fast so he couldn't examine everyone properly. His eyes landed on a man wearing a checkered shirt and black glasses. The man caught his stare and smiled in response, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. He didn't need to guess that it was the man who had assaulted him during his first encounter. "Go !" Bodils sudden outburst startled Sky. Ashley charged forwards, Ant staring calmly as Ashleys metal hands morphed into sharp blades.

               Ashley sprinted towards Ant, who just stared, waiting. Just as her metallic weapons were about to slice through his skin, he moved at last minute, earning a harmless scratch before he twisted behind her, a syringe in his hands. As she sprinted past him, he jabbed the needle into her skin, going in through her back. She yelled in frustration, her blades slicing the syringe off, taking a chunk of flesh off her back, before it could fully inject the green liquid through although some of it had already traveled into her blood stream. She tackled Ant, her arms swinging at him, her left hand repeatedly going at his face, hitting the metal mask as her right hand sliced his abdomen repeatedly and drawing blood. He kicked Ashley off, getting up as his own blood stained his clothes. Before the two could charge at each other again, an arrow lodged into their path, creating a deathly silence.

               A flash of green illuminated from Ashleys veins, causing her to suddenly double over, coughing violently. Mitchell ran into the open circle, approaching Ashley. Sky could notice Jerome's already drawn bow, aiming at Ant in case he decided to do anything. Honestly, he didn't know what good that would do, with how many deadly creatures surrounded them. He didn't even understand why they haven't escaped yet.

                He watched from behind the group of bodies before the circle suddenly shifted backwards by one or two steps, causing him to nearly fall over. Mitchells expression seemingly hardened before he hit her hard in the face, spitting something illegible at Ashley in anger before scanning the crowd. His eyes met Skys and he frowned, sheathing his drawn sword before moving towards him. The crowd split, giving a clear path to Mitchell as he practically stormed towards him.

               Wordlessly, he grabbed Sky and pulled him along. As he was dragged from the court area. He could still see Ashley coughing before she spat some kind of green liquid out of her mouth. As the bodies closed the circle once more, the last thing he saw from that fight was her pouncing on Ant, her arm poised to pierce his body.