Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Y/n pov

My father looked just as he did when I left. Stubble covering half his face, soft, kind eyes, and pale skin. He wore his usual grey polo and a pair of jeans, a pair of glasses balancing on his nose. He didn't look like a psychopath, no, he looked like the friendly face of a man you'd find at Church. He even acted kind, around people at least. Maybe that was what my mother fell in love with. I starred at him with wide eyes, "Wh-what?" He smiled, "I was so worried when you left, I was a nervous wreck." He sounded like a normal father would, he sounded sincere. Though I knew better, he was manipulative. However, I soon fell into his lying words. "I-I...was it real?"
"Was what real, Honey?" I shook my head, shuddering again, "E-everything that happened. The twins? Alex? Th-the fire?" I touched my face again, no melted skin.. Father laughed, "I understand. It must've been terrifying... Being out there all alone." I smiled slightly, "So it wasn't real?" The more I thought of it, the more of a dream it seemed. His kind eyes starred into mine, I wasn't expecting what he said though, "Of course it was real. And I couldn't thank my loyal subject more for returning you to me." My smiled dropped, "Wh..what? R-returning...subject?" A figure suddenly went into my field of vision, leaning in the doorway, "He means me." I turned my gaze to him. 
Blaze.
Father sighed slightly, "I wished he didn't rough you up as much as he did. I would have located you myself, but I wouldn't be able to do it by myself." Blaze boredly examined his hands, "Sorry, Boss. You know how I get," He slyly grinned, "You created me after all." My father laughed slightly, "I suppose I did." He turned his attention back to me, "But I managed to fix you up." I didn't say anything, looking from one to the other. Blaze smirked, "Sorry for the whole melting you face off. It was the heat of the moment." Father chuckled, "You never had a good sense of hummer, my boy." They acted like they were old friends. I looked at Father, "So now what!? We're just gonna be a happy family again? Me you and mom? Oh wait, that's right, you killed her." His face hardened, "Now, Y/n. I told you, that was an accident. I never meant to-" I stood up, starring up at him defiantly, "Never meant to what!? Never meant to cut out her heart!? Never meant to CUT HER UP AND FEED HER TO YOUR LITTLE PETS!?" Rage coursed through my veins. A rage so...strong, it blocked out an sense I had to stop. He didn't say anything for a few minutes. His eyes darkened, and he grinned, "Blaze, take her down, would yeh?" Blaze grinned, easily wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging me out of the room. "Stop! Let me go!" I clawed at his hands, struggling violently. He started for the iron door. 
Suddenly, memories I forgotten over the years flooded to the surface. 
I started screaming.

It was December, it was dark, snow coating the ground. I was Seven, padding through the house in a blue night gown. Mother was asleep, and I couldn't find Daddy. So I looked for him. I checked all the rooms, all the rooms except one. A big, grey door. It led to a place Daddy wouldn't allow anyone in. Not even Mommy! It was slightly open. It was always locked and shut. Curious, I slipped in, jumping down the steps. Doors dotted the long hallway. Some were bared, like cop cells. Half way down the hallway, a man suddenly through himself against the cell door. I gasped, falling down. It was a man with scraggly hair, his face twisted, one of his eyes missing. Scars covered his dirty body. He grinned, "Hey there little lady! How 'bouts I show you how to play a fun, new game?" I whimpered slightly, I scrambled up and continued. I passed more cells. Some were empty, some held people in it. One held some kind of Bogey Man. "This'll only hurt a little bit." I heard Daddy's kind voice through a door. one all the way at the end, a single one at the opposite wall. I smiled, running towards it. I paused at the door, glancing in. Daddy was standing over a boy. He was tied down in a chair, one arm outstretched in the air. "Don't!" He yelled. My father laughed, bringing down a meat cleaver on his arm. The boy screamed, blood spurting everywhere, bone snapping under the pressure. My eyes widened, I spun around, running away from the terrible scene. 
"You must not tell anyone." My mother said later, "Whatever you saw...erase it from your mind...for if not, you'll be his next victim."

I was dragged through that same hallway. The victims wailing at the sight of my father it was a sickening chorus of cries. I was pushed into the room, strapped to the same damn chair. I protested loudly, tears streaming from my eyes. Flashes of images went through my mind. People crying. People being murdered. Victims who each met a fate worse then death. Victims dying to the hands of my father. Blood was splattered all over the walls, the floor. Intestines were strewn across the walls and ceiling like some kind of sick decorations. Decaying heads sat on display, on a table. Father strolled in, pushing a cart next to the chair. "You may go, Blaze." He said. Blaze nodded, leaving the room, shutting the door with a click. "Now, Honey." Father said, picking up a syringe, "I was hoping that we could be a family again... But since you must be so stubborn. I'm sure you'll change your mind after our little session." Me smiled lovingly, holding it the syringe in front of my eye, "Now hold still, this'll just pinch a little..."

This fandom's honestly dead to me. I just don't like it anymore. I like writing this one, this one's fine. The other one, Into the Games, I can't stand it. That's why I never update it. Honestly, I want to write a story on Jasper, or Hollywood Undead (The only band I listen too!). I don't want to discontinue any more books, but i don't want to update the other one. I'll start to wrap this one up soon. But idk about the other one...I'll try I guess, but I can't promise anything.
A Hollywood Undead one will be written after this one X3