AXEL

Kit

For kit the mind was a powerful and dangerous weapon, her own had been tortured, distorted and she could never piece it all back to how it used to be. Now it was full of twisted memories that pulled her in at her most darkest moments and those images merged with nothing but shadows she thought she could see in the dark. 

The veil of darkness wrapped around her and it tightened, suffocating her with nightmares. Her breaths short and heavy as she tried to block them out.

Each clink of the metal cuff hitting the rail sent a tremble down her suspended arm and the dull numbing tingles twitched as her fingers danced, drumming along in time to the droplets of water hitting the surface. She cursed herself for trying to pull on the metal rail, in hopes of ripping it from the wall but all that did was let the handcuff bite down into her wrist, the skin tight where the blood started to dry.

Kit screamed through the darkness for what seemed liked hours and she was met with nothing but the echoes of her voice, taunting her and reminding her she was completely alone. Her throat burned as if the fire was finally rising inside of her but her high pitched shrieks turned to strangle cries, heavy breaths that mixed with the last helpless crack of her voice breaking.

The shallow water she laid in was her only comfort, the chill was the one thing keeping her alert and awake. She felt the heavy weight of her hair anchoring her down to the tiled floor and droplets of water raced down her chest with every rise and fall. The silence gnawed away at her, not even the sound of footsteps or voices were heard and that frustrated her more than anything. 

Kit couldn't prepare herself for his arrival if it was silent.

The sliding of metal caught her attention and she watched the door slide open to let in a sliver of light into the room. Kit flung her arm over her face to shield her eyes from the yellow light now flooding the room and she winced at the static buzz mixing with the chaos in her head.

"For a little bird you sure have a big set of lungs on ya," a deep voice spoke and she slowly dropped her arm to look up at Axel. No longer in his dark suit but in a creased white shirt, the top three buttons ripped off and splatters of blood decorating the crisp fabric.

kit's gaze followed his hands as he rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and she eyed the torn and bloody skin of his knuckles. She closed her eyes waiting for the end but nothing came, just the light touch of her wrist being freed from the handcuff and her arm fell on top of her like a dead weight. She winced at the twitch of her nerves moving, a piercing pain surging through her shoulder as she could finally relax her arm.

She opened her eyes when the sound of his footsteps retreated and she rolled her wrist, rubbing the red ring that marked it. Her legs shook as she got to her feet but they trembled under her weight, her knees buckling as she fell into the wall and she put her weight against it to take a few deep breaths.

Axel threw a duffel bag in front of her, she watched it slide closer to her and the bag sent a wave of water to her boots, she leaned over to see what laid inside.

"Clothes now strip," he said and she snapped her gaze to him, she bent down to snatch the bag up and threw it back to him. He caught the bag swiftly and dropped it as soon it fell in his hands, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"No." She managed to say with her broken voice and her low tone made him glance at her before he walked back to the door.

Kit charged to the door with all the energy she could muster up and she scrambled around on the floor as she slid to her knees, her legs still pricking with pins and needles. Her hands clutched at the handle to pull herself up, her palms hitting the cool metal of the door and she kicked her boots against the bottom panel, the pitter patter of her hands smacking the door did nothing to gain his attention.

"Dry and change!"

She rested her forehead against the door, her eyes shutting as she tried to even out her breaths and she tapped her fingers lightly against the metal in time with her counting. She fell to her knees in front of the bag, shakily pulling the zipper back to sort through the clothes.

"I'm done asshole!" She snapped and she folded her arms over her chest, the yellow knit jumper made her feel physically sick and it seemed to glow under the light. She had to make do with denim shorts as they were the only ones in her size and she kept her boots on.

She was certain she was wearing some dead women's clothes.

Kit stood beside the door, planting her feet wider and she clenched her fists beside her, ready for him to enter. As soon as his arm pushed the door open, she lunged at him and kneed him in the groin but he didn't make the same mistake of guarding the area again. Axel's top lip curled up and he let out a growl of anger as shoved her knee away and grabbed her arm, twisting it to hold onto her finger.

A yelp escaped her and she fell to the floor, wincing at his hold.

"One wrong move little bird and you have a broken wing. Got it!" He spat and he released his hold on her to push her away.

"Got it but what's it going to take for you to end me now?" She asked as she got to her feet, the world seemed to chew her up and spit her out.

"How many times do I have to tell you! I do not kill the living, I dispose of the dead. Get that through your thick skull," he snapped, the tick in his jaw making a comeback whenever he seemed to interact with her and he walked off without another glance.

Kit walked towards the door but stopped before she stepped out, her eyes scanning the next room and she searched for any other people. The room held shelves and cabinets on one wall, tools that she had no idea what their use for hung from another and a metal table laid in the middle with a body on top. The white lights glared down to pick up everything under it and she glanced down at scar standing out on her thigh, the white highlighting it more.

A pale hand hung off the edge of the table and she wondered why life was worse than death. The only marks of the dead body were the blues and greens painting on his flesh, all knife wounds stitched up neatly. She hesitantly moved closer to the table, her eyes focusing on the mans icy blue eyes and she couldn't look away. There was more life in his eyes than there was in hers and she was alive.

She flinched at the snap of metal clutching around her wrist and Axel yanked her arm, securing the handcuff to the table leg.

"You son of a bitch. Let me go!" She said rattling the cuff and trying to lift the table but her body slumped in defeat as her eyes saw that it was bolted to the floor.

"Now now, I went to visit your friend Henridge," he said and she tensed at the name, her eyes darting around the room as if he was lurking.

If she said the name enough times, Henridge seemed to appear like a horror film.

"Do you want to meet my knee again?" She muttered under breath.

"I'm guessing from your reaction earlier he's someone close to you. A boyfriend or a brother?" He said picking a silver tool up and opening the mans mouth, the tool clamping down on a tooth.

"Do you really need to do that?" She asked wrinkling her nose up in disgust as he pulled out a tooth and dropped it into a jar.

"Yes and don't change the subject," he said pointing the tool at kit, his focus on pulling each tooth out and she winced at the clink of each one falling in the jar.

"It doesn't matter what he is to me. I'm not going back there."

"After all you know him well enough to know he's a sadistic fuck," he said and she froze, he picked up on everything she said in the showers and used it against her.

"You're a sadistic fuck and I don't know you," she smirked.