Feed The Evil Within, Ruvik x OC

3 - She's Imprisoned, As Well.

The cold, wooden floor was unpleasant to wake up on as I followed the pattern of my previous wake up call. Did Ruvik come back? That was his name, right? I sat up, the opening of the door that held me here the signal for whether I'd be getting my medicine or not.

I scrambled backwards, a scream finally escaping my throat as I came to perceive which could not be called anything but a monstrosity. Her arms jutted out from unnatural angles as she crawled towards me; my back hit the wall and I began to hyperventilate, closing my eyes. It was just a nightmare. It had to be. Being tightly squeezed shut, I could not see anything, but I could hear the rake of her nails against the wood. My breath hitched in my throat, my prayers possibly floating about in the wind. If this monster made me into a corpse now, I'd be more than unfulfilled.

The rattle of a container with small objects in it drew my attention and forced me to open my eyes as I stared directly at the creature with long, ragged black hair. The bottle in its hands was labelled Xanthol; it was a stronger variant of the medicine my family funded but certainly with more dangerous side effects and that much more expensive. As a result, they refused to buy it. I reached out, my open palm inviting the monster to drop the bottle into my hand, which it did. Popping open the lid, I'd shake out two of the capsules and down them without water. It was a useful skill to have, especially when you were on the go most of the time.

Screwing the cap back on, I'd note the label; two hours until it had the proper effect on me. I needed to be careful until then; I couldn't jump-start my heart too badly. Taking in the details of the monster's face, the long hair and shapely body told me that what I was looking at might just be a female. I couldn't be sure, though, as she was deformed, just like Ruvik, beyond what I could perceive. I didn't know what to do as she sat, staring, unmoving. "Are you okay?" I'd whisper, brushing strands of hair from her face. Her eyes were reflecting an exquisite sort of pain. As she opened her mouth she'd groan, a loud, sad sound that seemed to echo in my ears. But what chilled my core was not what she was trying to say, but rather her eyes themselves.

I had a bit of a hobby. I loved my eyes. I loved looking at my eyes. In the mirror, for hours and hours on end; one might call me vain but I could not help it. It was something I've done since I was a young child. Her eyes, her cornea, everything, including the blue specks filtered throughout the outer circle of the eye were all there. All mine. Not just the colors, the inflamed veins and more.

Would I end up like this hideously deformed woman?

The sound of the door groaning open caught both woman and monster's attention as our heads turned to the one person who could've opened it; Ruvik. His breath would catch in his throat as he gazed at the monster, before breathing out a single word; "Laura," He'd say, longingly, taking a step towards the twisted monster.

But that brought more questions to the table. Was Ruvik in love with his sister? Was that why he held some sort of affinity towards me? Why he kissed me? That repulsive kiss although disgusting and immoral caused a chasm of warmth to bloom in my heart as I thought of it. One side of my mind wanted me to throw up and be done with it but another wanted more of that so elusive affection.

But the resemblance we had to one another was uncanny. From the colour of our eyes to the shade of our hair something was off; I wasn't sure who she was nor why she looked alike to me in the way she did but perhaps... no, we definitely were not one and the same. One would think I'd remember if we had the same lives; but I had my own memories. Memories that haunted me beyond repair.

The monster sunk its nails into his leg, crawling up his surprisingly fit form. It's nails dug into his shoulder as it pulled itself up, wrapping the other hands around him in a sort of tight embrace. His hand would tenderly caress the face of the monster making me feel slightly awkward; I wondered what was going through his mind at that exact moment. But I was jealous, that I didn't have to wonder or ask. I wanted that attention from him, the special one he saved for what looked like the twisted corpse of his sister. "Can she not talk?" I asked, knowing that it was wrong to even close to feel this way especially because he was my captor, not my friend.