The Darkness Gets Bigger

7. Tonight, The Foxes Hunt The Hounds

Cat's POV:
I watched in horror, as the boys were hooked up to some sort of saline drip. They were all blindfolded, except for Patrick, and the vixens were walking around them, like vultures assessing their next meal, licking their darkly painted lips. One of them started to stroke Patrick's shoulders seductively, and despite the fact I had greater issues looming over me, I felt a wave of jealousy hit me closely accompanied by nausea.

The women poured what looked like wine into their mouths, making it spill down their chins like messy toddlers who didn't know how to consume food and drink without getting it all over their faces. They seemed to enjoy it though, spitting it out into the air as though they were human water fountains and opening their mouths widely, as though they were begging for more.
They were also given a a few puffs each on a hookah. The smoke from their mouths billowed upwards, like a chimney releasing smoke into the cold winter air outside.

One of the vixens, clothed completely in skimpy leather clothes retrieved a tray from under the table. The tray had multicoloured powders on it, alongside a silver-ish tube lying next to them.

I watched, as the girl held the tray before Patrick. He recoiled slightly, but quickly leaned forward again with curiosity. The vixen smirked, held the metallic tube closer to his nose, and encouraged him to snort the substance up his nostrils.

I tried to tear my eyes away as he did, but I couldn't stop looking. I saw his eyes scrunch up from the burn of the coke.

"Why would you make me watch this?" I whispered, to no one in particular. Perhaps to Xavier, but he wasn't in the room to hear or respond to me.

Once the pain wore off, and what I assumed was the high had kicked in he started to rock back and forth in his chair, twitching as he continued to sing his inaudible song.

The girl was now giving the cocaine to Andy, Pete and Joe, with the same flash of malevolence in her eyes as she had when she put the tube to Patrick's nose.

Once the whole band had been given their share of drugs, the vixens brought in yet another set of trays, this time carrying an array of meats and other rotten looking foods.They dumped them in the middle of the table, making it look like a sort of banquet set for the boys.

The girls wasted no time in shoving various foods down their throats, rubbing it over their faces where they could. The four band members retched as they tasted the raw meats, but continued to swallow and grin at each other. I quickly put this down to the fact that they were all as high as kites, and probably unaware that they were being held against their will.

Suddenly, Patrick leaned forward to grab at something on the table, and his jacket flipped up. A large wound with precarious  stitches barely holding it closed became visible on the right side of his torso.

My view drifted slowly to the assorted meats arranged within the feast before them. The meat was raw, with blood dripping from them in some cases.

My eyes flickered between the gash on his abdomen and the meats on the table, my mouth not wanting to utter what my mind was thinking. Instead, bile rose in my throat, and I promptly vomited, whilst sobbing bitterly.

"Why us?" I screamed "why me?"

I managed to raise my gaze to the window, my tears distorting my vision. They were all standing now, stumbling around the table alongside the vixens. Smiling and laughing, pouring wine and food into each other's mouths. One of the girls had their tops off, and the four men's wild and glazed eyes found it difficult to keep from straying to her chest.

"It's rather sad, isn't it?"

I didn't even turn around. I knew who was behind me, I just didn't care anymore.

"Do you think this could be the last happy moment in these poor creatures' lives?"

"I'm not going to entertain your sick little game," I muttered, spitting on the floor in an attempt to rid my mouth of the taste of vomit.

Xavier tutted, and grabbed onto my hair, whilst spinning my chair around to face him.

"You need to understand, this isn't a game, far from it my dear. This is life and death."

I grunted as he released his grip on my hair roughly.

"Did you think about my question?" He asked, squatting in front of me, a small smirk creeping onto his face.

"I'll join your cult. Just know I don't agree with anything you're doing. I'm only doing this for him." I craned my neck, to see what was going on in the window, but everything had become pitch black. If they were there, I couldn't see them anymore.

"Wise decision." He mused, untying my wrists with dexterity in his calloused fingers.

I stood slowly, and lunged forward, striking him across the face.

Unfortunately for me, he was quick to react. He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.  With his free hand, he punched me square in the jaw.

"Welcome to Silence The Noise, Cat," he snarled as the taste of blood filled my mouth.

***

I lay awake in the hard bunk Xavier had provided me with. It was approximately 3 in the morning, according to the half broken alarm clock next to the mattress I was laying on. I could only assume I was the only one awake, since Xavier who's bunk was above mine had not stirred in about an hour and his breaths were deep and loud. 

I couldn't stop thinking about how the person I loved, that I thought loved me just a few months ago, was now trying to kill me and the person I was now falling in love with.  The days we shared together we're now replaying in my head, over and over. This was a different Xavier. Not the Xavier I knew while I was still competing. Not the Xavier I loved.

I swung my pale legs out of the bunk and landed on the cold linoleum. The other Vixens whom I was forced to get to know, where also fast asleep. Funnily enough, they all slept with their heavy makeup still on, causing their pillows to look like rectangular Dalmatians with large black smudges. The Vixens surprisingly weren't too harsh on me, as a "newcomer". They were distant, but fairly welcoming. They would talk nonstop about how they loved to destroy instruments, and which was the best technique to kidnap someone.

Their psychotic conversations did keep me occupied for a while, but eventually, my thoughts drifted back to the guys. To the nightmare that had come upon us and swallowed us whole.

"When will I be able to wake up from this bad dream?" I sighed, as I sat cross legged against the wall of the cold sleeping quarters.

My voice was so quiet, it could have easily been mistaken for breath. That was why I was startled when I heard another voice from the darkness next to me.

"You can't wake up,"

I turned to see Xavier, his chestnut eyes bloodshot and his  hair wild.

"This is not a dream, you are part of a machine. You're not a human being anymore." He muttered, almost with resentment.

He stared at me for a while before shaking his head, with what could have been seen as sadness in his eyes, but I put it down to the late hour that he was up at. He turned and clambered back into his bunk, his back facing me.

I looked in the dirty mirror from across the room, my reflection distorted. My makeup looked smeared and my hair a mess of dark roots and blue ends. He was right. I didn't feel human anymore. Every ounce of self esteem in my body had been sucked out of me. I was a machine, running only on gasoline.

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