As I said, I'm sorry that last part was so short I wrote it in ten minutes in study hall. So here's the next part and like I promised I made it longer! Oh and also if it at all confused you, in that last chapter Serafina, Samuel, and Peter had all been watching the same news cast. Peter had just been watching it on a flat screen television in a palace while Sera and Sam had been watching it in a rat infested mansion on the cheapest TV you could find. I hope that cleared things up for you, I did the best job that I could in ten minutes though!
P.s. Since wattpad doesn't let me italicize words, Serafina thoughts in this chapter will be in little / /
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"Oh no, oh no, oh god no, no no no! This just isn't happening!" Peter mumbled as he jerked away from the flat screen television with the two images of the news casters on it. Stumbling backwards he collapsed onto the small leather couch with a million and one thoughts swirling through his head at once the most prominent of all of them however seemed to be the fact that he honestly couldn't have been such an moronic idiot as to not remember that today would have been the twins seventh birthday had they not ended up with the tragic fate of being nothing more then innocent victims of Wayne's sick and twisted experiments. Ah well this was just perfect! As if Charlotte and his father weren't going to be upset enough because of the date now he was about to tell them news that could quite easily result in.....in...oh mother of.....what would Vincent's and Bianca's reaction be......he hadn't even thought about.....
The sudden creaking of a door opening snapped Peter out of his thoughts suddenly. Turning his head to look he saw a servant whose name he didn't know step outside into the small waiting area. Looking up the servant saw him sitting on the sofa and quickly started to stride towards him.
"Mr. King everybody you requested to be here is finally accounted for and they are all seated in the throne room ready....." The servant began.
Peter however didn't let her finish, due to the fact that at this point in time he wished for nothing more than to simply get over the task of delivering the news over with as soon as humanly possible. Quickly brushing past the servant Peter barley remembered to mutter a "Thank you" before walking up to the large gleaming mahogany wooden door and slowly pushed it open.....
At The Same Time......
She sat huddled in a corner in the back of the dimly lit cell, her brother and two friends next to her asleep but she unable to rest with the fear hanging over her head that should she close her eyes then they would never open again. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as if that somehow would drown out the tortured screams of the other children, the agony and pain that filled them made all to clear in their tortured screaming and shouts during the final hours of their lives. A sudden noise from outside startled her. Raising her head she slowly opened her eyes and immediately regretted the action as she was met with a child around her age of about three so highly deformed that you could no longer even determine their gender anymore ramming them self into the bars on the cell door.
"Run...run....run away before they get to you.....run....." The child let out in a voice that was less human and sounded much more like an animal growling before, to the absolute horror of the girl, the child's skin seemed to began to almost melt as foam formed at what was left of their mouth and they collapsed onto the floor into nothing more than a pool of some sort of liquid. She knew she shouldn't, she knew that it would have unbearable consequences, she knew that Sam and the others had told her not to let anybody know or suspect that the formula had still yet to affect them in the way it had the others or had yet to still even show any sign of doing so...but not even the devil himself suddenly rising from the gates of hell and ordering her not to wouldn't have stopped the shriek of terror that ripped through her lips. The second that the shriek had left her mouth everything that happened seemed surreal, almost as if she was watching from outside her own body as a guard came up shining a flashlight into their cell, as he yelled for somebody named Theodore to come saying that there was still at least one alive, the ominous sounds of a key turning in the lock and of iron bars scratching the bricks on the floor as the door was opened, sending a cloud of dirt and grime into the air that made the girl cough and choke as the guard's hand reached out for her......
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