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Fire At My Feet.

             Emily's Perspective:
It's so dark. And quiet. And all I feel is heat.
As if there is fire at my feet.

It's hot.
It's getting hotter.
It moves up towards my hips.
Then my shoulders.
Then, my face.

I try to move. No use.
I hear faint breathing. The heat on my face goes over my left cheek.
"Ooooopen your eyessssssssss."
I do.
"Breathe."
I breathe in, and the smell of smoke enters my nose.
I take it all in, and it quickly makes me feel uneasy here.
A boy stood in front of me. He looked around my age, or at least a tad bit older.

His eyes were so... captivating. Enticing.
It was as if they were magnets and I was being lured into them.
They were a bloody shade of red. So dark, no reflection of light showed in them.
But to me, they were so imprisoning, not letting go of my gaze at all.
"Charles, let her be. She's a peasant and I intend to get secrets out of her." I hear a female-ish voice say.

I hear footsteps click and then they pause. She stops in front of me.
"Alert me when she awakes," the woman points over to Eliza, her head hung low, "She has no idea the troubles that are around the corner."

The footsteps get farther and farther.
The woman leaves. As soon as she's gone, Eliza's eyes burst open.
She's wide awake.
"W-what the---where am I? Emily! Are you okay?" Eliza stutters.

"Why. Can't. I. Move." She says, struggling to get out of her seat.
"You can't. Humans are such idiots."
The boy speaks up. He grins, and looks over to the corner.

Another male. He's chained to his seat.
He's pale, looks as if he's dead.
"Dean? Oh no... DEAN! Are you okay? WAKE UP!" Eliza shouts over to him.
Dean? Why would she say that if she knows Dean's d---
He moves around a bit. Then, he slowly lifts his head.

I can't believe this.

It's actually...Dean.
He's got scars on arms and bruises on his face.
"Emily? I-is that y-you?" He said, his voice soft, you could barely make out his words.

"I'm fine. But h-how are you still alive? You died! H-how is this even possible?"
I started hyperventilating. Tears started streaming down my face. I don't where we are, or if I'll ever see my family again.

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                   Dean's Perspective:
   Emily looked at me in shock. Tears started streaming down her face.
I know.
I've missed her so much.
I prayed that she's okay, in the real world.

Now, seeing her here, like this, in fear, afraid what'll happen in a matter of moments.
It makes me regret ever making the decision to die.

Footsteps approach the room and soon we are all faced with a woman.
She was dressed in dark clothing, almost blood-red.
The one piece of her outfit that enticed me the most...
A locket around her neck, it was open, too.
A familiar face shown inside of it.

It looks like Eliza.

The closer the woman got, the more familiar she became.

This woman.
This is Eliza's mother.
Which means she wants Eliza dead.
For what, no one except her cruel mind knows.

"Hello my child." She grinned from ear to ear, looking down at Eliza.

"M-mom? What are you doing here?" Eliza spoke in a shaky voice.
With a quick hand, her mother slapped her across the face.

Her red hand print marked on Eliza's face.
"You are a possessed child, a burden on my soul. I didn't ask to have an ugly daughter. Red eyes?! Whom has ever heard of such a thing?! You are a demon. You are a damn nuisance!"
She slaps Eliza across the other cheek.

"Leave her alone!" I yell.
Her head snaps towards my direction.
"You must be the demon assigned for my daughter's company. Damn you as well." She says, and with that, pulls out a whip.
She slashes it across my legs.
They began sting in pain.

"And this one.
You shouldn't have gotten involved.
You were a mistake. Your brother never loved you. It's called an act. And you are part of the act. You are the fool, the peasant, the rat."
She slashes the whip across Emily's legs.
More tears slide down her cheeks.

"Lock them in. They will never leave.
Suffer, children. And blame it on Eliza for her foolish actions."

She steps out of the room along with Charles, locking the doors behind them.

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Author: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Nothing to say here except
*Cough cough* new book soon *cough cough*.
What's that?
Oh yes, I do have a cold!
Bye!

- N.