Don't Lie to Me

Chapter 18

~Mikhail~

I looked up slowly, my breath stuck to my throat like molasses. The face looking down at me sneered, giving him an even more frightening look as it distorted his already rearranged features.

A long scar ran down the length of the mans face, from the top left corner of his forehead, wandering aimlessly down to the middle of his chin, as thought someone had taken their time carving his face. Its thin pink puckered line contrasted with his already pale skin tone, making the scar stand out in his features. His inky black hair fell in strands to his shoulders, tangled and unwashed. His gray eyes seemed sunken into his face, and dark gray splotches highlighted their color. He towered over Mikhail, emanating a powerful sense of anger into every corner of the room.

Mikhail drew in a breath, pulling his body closer to himself, as if to protect his fragile state from whatever this man was capable of. The scar stretched as the man smiled down at him, amused at his efforts to protect himself.

“I’ve waited a long time for this moment Mikhail. Do you know who I am?”

Mikhail shook his head slowly, not trusting his voice to come out clearly.

“My name is Christopher. I have been watching you and your sister grow up. I think it is about time that we met each other.”

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~Elle~

Elle opened her eyes, blinking past the bleary edges. The darkness rushed up to her, pushing he in from all sides and constricting her movements. Elle gasped, struggling to breath normally as an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia over took her. Something was wrong, missing.

It was quiet.

It wasn’t just the silence in the room. It was the silence in her head.

The voices weren’t there.

It was as if someone had pushed a button and taken away every last voice until they weren’t a part of her anymore.

Elle closed her eyes, frantically reaching with her mind towards anything that was familiar, any sort of voice that reminded her she was herself, that she wasn’t trapped alone in her own mind.

She reached nothing. There wasn’t anything there.

Burning tears rolled down her cheeks, clouding her already darkened vision. She dropped her head slowly, touching her forehead to her knees, and curling into a tight ball. She could feel the presence of the two bodies near her, and she knew with a frightening certainty that they were dead.

Elle sat like that and waited for the hours to pass by. She was prepared to give up, to give in to whatever was keeping her here.

At that moment, just when she it seemed like she couldn’t hold on any longer, a bright light blinded her, pushing her hands onto her face and whimpering for the light to go away. Strong hands grasped her, pulling her up and towards the opening of light. She heard a door close behind her, and the floor started to move underneath her feet. It was still silent. She couldn’t hear anything inside or outside her mind. Whoever was holding her gave no attempt to try and communicate with herm, intent on following their orders and continued to drag her through the intense bright lights.

Elle still couldn’t open her eyes, the lights were still piercing the insides of her eyelids. She felt her body stop, the hand holding her up tightening its grip as it fumbled with something in front of her.

She heard a door creak open, and she was tossed inside. She landed on her knees, the impact causing her to grunt softly as pain laced up her thighs. She slumped on the floor, her breathing heavy as she waited for something to pick her up and toss her around again.

“Get up.”

Elle whimpered, burrowing her face further into the crook of her elbow.

“Get up!”

The low voice rang in her ears, commanding her very essence to command it.

She struggled into an upright position, placing her hands on either side of her. She squinted, trying to dim the lights around her. A dark blurred shape stood in front of her, blocking her view of another, huddled shape behind him.

Elle placed her feet underneath her, preparing to push herself upwards. Her legs strained with the effort, screaming with pain as she struggled to stand. Finally, she pushed herself upwards, and stood unbalanced in front of the man.

“Good.”

The slowly clearing sight of the shape in front of her turned, acknowledging the body behind him.

“Come, greet your sister.”

Mikhail!

A gasp pushed it’s way out of Elle’s throat, and her feet seemed to carry her across the room, the effort of the movement pushing her to her knees once more once she approached the slumped figure of her brother.

“Mikhail.”

Elle whispered leaning closer to his face, brushing his damp hair off of his sweaty forehead, searching for something that would tell her he was fine.

Bruises blossomed across his face, framing his closed eyes. A sob echoed throughout the room, followed by another as she took in Mikhail’s appearance.

She turned on the man, regained energy at the sight of Mikhail causing her to snarl like an enraged cat. She narrowed her eyes and barred her teeth.

“What did you do to him?”

The man stood shock still, his dark gray eyes piercing and capturing her gaze until she couldn't look any where else. A sneer rose on his mouth, and he spit out his words like they were poisonous.

"I fixed him." 

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Hey guys! 

so sorry for the increadibly long delay.

I wasn't actually planning on starting on these stories again, but I was just reading them, and decided to make a chapter.

I can't say for certain whether I will continue, on this one or any others, but I'll try!

Let me know if you like what I added.

Thanks!