Feed The Evil Within, Ruvik x OC

Chapter 5- The past is what I choose

As my vision went white, I heard the sounds of piano music- playing a ferocious angry tune. This... my concious slowly faded into one of my memories. Instead of entering the Red Room, I was in a concert hall- Morgan Theatre. This place was... my last concert showing. I slowly walked down the aisles. A girl in a white dress - me- played the piano while crying.

Ah.... my parents hadn't shown up again.

I had practiced for them, as well.

A dark figure slowly stalked down the aisles, it's presence familiar.

This was about to be one of the most horrid moments in my lifetime.

The man in the trench coat walked up on stage, his face not visible. He walked towards me. The me of the past cleared her tears away.

"...Ah, are you a fan?" She asked, walking towards the man.

The man pulled out a hammer.

Yes... this was the worst moment of my life. My smile began to fall, and I turned to make a run for it. The man grabbed my long black hair, pulling me back and throwing me against the piano. He slammed my hand down.

"What are you doing?!" I had cried. The next part was sickening.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones. He had brought the hammer down on one of my fingers.

Crack.

There went the thumb, too.

The cracks mixed with my screams of pain as he broke every bone in my left hand, starting from the fingers and ending at the wrist. He didn't give me the mercy of doing it fast, either. No...he spent ten minutes on my left hand, as if he was doing it in a loving manner. He then moved to my right hand. My left was covered in bruises. I shivered.

"Please...stop this..." I whimpered, looking into my assailants' eyes pleadingly. He shook his head.

"Your parents paid me good money for this. It'll be my head on a silver platter if even one of the bones in your hands are not broken." He said. I could tell by his voice he didn't want to do this. No doubt, he was in debt, or his loved one was sick- my parents most likely ordered him to drag out my punishment...

I screamed again as he started on my right hand.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack after sickening crack. The pain would not subside. As he finally broke my right wrist, he let go of me and quickly left the theatre. I dropped to the floor, my hands lying uselessly at my sides.

I would never be able to play the piano again.

I would never be able to do anything with my hands for a long time.

Why...?

Why would they punish me for this...?

Was taking away my only joy neccesary?

All because I could play the piano slightly better than my twin...?

I recall my mother's words as my vision fades to black.

Don't steal the spotlight.

You are nothing.

You are a shadow of someone who will become great.

So sit there, useless and fragile.

We'll take care of you... as long as you remain nothing...

I looked up. I was in the Red Room.

But....my memory...my hands....

I slowly flexed them.

They were unharmed.

I slowly walked towards the bed, flopping onto it.

Yes, my family wanted me to be nothing so Bree could be everything.

They had a belief that if one twin amounted to nothing, if one twin had no skills and was in complete despair, that the other twin would prosper and rise in the world. That the other twin would take the strength of their twin....and the skill... and become the better person.

When my parents learned of my piano skills rising above my sister's, they decided to fix the problem...

By breaking every bone in my hands.

If I had been athletic, they would have broken my legs.

To them, what they did to me was a warning.

If I had still persued the use of a piano, they would have cut my hands off.

As my concious faded back into being, I opened my eyes to see Ruvik looking at me.

"You've been out for quiet a while. I took the liberty of wrapping your feet in bandages." He said quietly. Wait.... bandages? What happened?

"What happened to my feet...?" I asked, sitting up and staring at Ruvik.

"I don't know. You kicked the mirror or something, and it burst into a million pieces- most of it entering your feet. I found you lying face-down on the floor, surrounded by glass." Ruvik replied to my question with more than I asked for. I looked over to the mirror. This place was way too dangerous...

"Uh...I'd rather that you don't replace the mirror. I don't really...like them." I said quietly, looking down. Ruvik was standing over me, looming like a shadow.

"Very well. I told you, I'll give you anything you want. If you don't want a mirror, then it is unnecessary." He closed his eyes. "Can you play the piano?"

"Why....do you ask?" My brow furrowed, as I was confused.

"Because I heard a sweet melody from this room. When I opened the door, however, it stopped. And then I found you." Ruvik said, gesturing half heartedly to the ground where he supposedly found me.

"I...well, yes, I can play the piano. But I have a lot of hobbies. Singing is one of them. I've stopped now, though."

"Why?" Ruvik asked, his gray eyes neutral.

"Uh...my vocal cords stopped working. For a month." I said, trying not to remember what that man did when I picked up singing. It was a brutal torture that scarred me to the point of fearing to do something ever again. The doctors were suprised that I recovered from something like that...

Ruvik sat on my bed, his eyes continuing to pierce me. We quietly continued our conversation.