Unfortunate Little Sister, Broken Big Brother

Click ~Part 2~

~1 Year Earlier~

'Seven... minus... one-thousand... nine hundred...and ninety three.' The voice is soft and sweet. Anger flashes through me, it's weak and pathetic. I hate it so much. I hate the fact that this voice is mine. 'Nine hundred...and forty four... minus seven...' Silence fills the air.

In the distance, a door creaks open. Footsteps fall and the door slams shuts The sound of rusty hinges echoes in my mind. He is coming! What is he going to do to me now? My body trembles. Why am I trembling? Am I scared? I struggle against the leather straps that bind me to a metal chair.

Click, click, click. My body shakes furiously as the clicking sound rings through my head. He does that every time, he brakes his fingers and wrists every time he comes in here, but they heal in a matter of seconds. It takes mine...it takes mine, I laugh, one minute to heal. I know why I am shaking. A psychotic smile spreads across my blood-splattered face. I am shaking out of envy, frustration and... and I am shaking because I want...to kill him.

I want to do the same to him as he has done to me. The grabbing of my hands and squeezing them until every bone in my hands rupture through my skin, to the wire cutters that he uses to cut off my toes, and once they have regenerated, he cuts them off again and again and again. I laugh like a madman as he comes into my line of sight, struggling to get out of my binds. My eyes dart around the cellar. Blood to my left, blood to my right, blood all over me, my blood.

'I see that you have calmed down since I last came to play.' His face is covered by a white hockey mask which has a Chelsea grin drawn on it. I stare into his eyes and show no reaction to his words. 'Let's see, love, what should we play with today?'

The door opens and the sound of something rolling fills the air. Two people in dark red robes appear, one with a metal trolley full of surgery compliances and other objects, the other with a mop, trolley and a big tub of water in its frame. The masked man eyes gleam as he turns around and orders the two to come to him. They bicker for two minutes then the masked man leaves, but not before he calls back to me. 'Stay right there, my little love. These two are going to look after you as they clean up because I will be stepping out for a little bit. OK?' He fades into the darkness and the two get to work.

'Eight hundred...and eighteen...minus...seven... eight hundred...eleven.' I continue to count and think about everything that has happened to me. Laughter escapes my mind and surrounds the room in a dark manor. My eyelids twitch as I stare at my blood. 'The pulse of one's heart, the muscles and bones that protect it, and the flesh.' I laugh and lick my lips. 'Flesh, flesh, flesh, the flesh that can be so easily punched by my teeth. The taste of blood and flesh on my tongue.' I throw my head back and laugh.

'Ghouls are so disgusting.' The two robed people had finished mopping all of the blood off the checked floor. The taller one stared at me. It had a deep voice. He is a male who thinks we are disgusting, yet he works for a ghoul anyway.

'I know but this one has been in here for six months, without anything that is necessary to the ghoul's body, and this is the first time she has said anything other than that stuff Corpse gets the people he tortures to say. So they stay a little bit sane.'

The other one stopped mopping and stood next to the man, who was a whole foot taller. The voice of this one is softer and sweeter, it must be a she. The smaller one pushed her hood off.

'Lexi, don't do that, put it back on. What if she escapes?'

'I highly doubt that she will kill us, Loxus, she only shows her emotions when Jason comes and once he leaves, she goes nuts with a burning look of pure hatred and hunger for something. I just can't tell what for.'

'I know, but Corpse said we must never talk to her.'

'Well I don't care what he says. I like her and I am going to speak to her.' Giving the mop to Loxus she made her way to me. Loxus rested the mop against the closest trolley and hurried to catch up with her.

'Lexi, I have a bad feeling about this.' He looked around the room as they stopped in front of me. Lexi leant closer and stared.

'How are you handling this? Wait, stupid question. What is your name?' She reached up and touched my cheek.

I flinched away, eyes darting around the room as if waiting for Corpse to come in and kill them where they stand, getting their pure blood all over me.

'Two...hundred eighty...six...' My eyes darted around the room faster, my ears focused on all the noises.

'It's ok. I am not going to hurt you and you don't need to worry about Corpse . He may act like the Jason who tortured that ghoul with the name 'Eyepatch' but Corpse is just a fake. So don't you worry okay, now what is your name?'

'I...I...don't know.' My voice was raspy. I haven't had a conversation with someone for six months. My body starts to shake again. 'Get away... from...me...he...is here.' I struggle against the bonds.

'Get away or he is going to kill you.' They walk to their trolleys and start retreating as the door creeks open. I stare at Corpse . So he is like Jason, this is wrong how he kills and tortures ghouls just as Jason did. I will make them pay, I will make everyone who is impure pay.

'My little love, have you been behaving?' His gaze locked with mine and then moved to the trolley of surgical equipment. As he sorted through the array of equipment he seemed to be looking for something. 'Where are you, my precious pet?' he muttered The door opened as Lexi and Loxus began to leave, Corpse called for them to stop. 'Loxus where is my pet?'

'It is somewhere on the bottom shelf, sir,' Loxus called back before disappearing out the door.

~Continue reading part 3~