Skulls and Bones

Chapter three

There was no difference between my eyes being open and my eyes being closed. I woke on a cold floor in a dark, silent room. My head was pounding and I felt weak. I didn't know how I got here and my head hurt when I tried to figure it out. I knew what happened but if I thought about it, I would break down.

I hugged myself as I started crying again. My mother was dead, I would never see her again. There was a time where she would do nothing but smile but then I ruined it. Maybe she was happier away from me.

But she tried everything to protect me so she must have loved me. I just wished I knew where I stood with her, now I would never know.

And what were those creatures? They definitely weren't human. Maybe I was so calm about the fact that they weren't human because I wasn't fully human. Humans didn't destroy things and kill people when angry. The guy had a skeleton face. I've read fairy tales but never have I read something about people with skeleton faces.

He wasn't affected by the flames that I caused either. And seeing Zain there.....

No. That wasn't Zain. Zain would never do anything to hurt me. My mind was just playing tricks on me. My only friend didn't help with the assassination of my mother.

I tried my hardest to make myself believe that and it worked. Zain wasn't there. So much was happening that I just imagined him there. It wouldn't be impossible, especially when it came to skeleton people.

A door opened, blinding me with light. I blinked a few times before I was able to see. Standing in the doorway were two men. One had black, shaggy hair that was a little long and the other had short brown hair. They were both in dark clothing and their faces were impassive.

"I was hoping you were awake," the one with black hair said. "I was getting tired of carrying around an unconscious body."

My eyes widened and my breathing became erect as I realized who he was. He was the one who killed my mother, the one with the skeleton face. He sure looked human right now but that didn't fool me.

"St-Stay away from me." My voice came out weak as I tried to crawl away. I didn't want him anywhere near me. I wanted something horrible to happen to him but I didn't feel anything.

"No can do sweetheart," he said. "Unfortunately you're needed in the quarters." I heard his steps coming closer but I couldn't crawl any faster. "Isaac grab her will you? I'm not in the mood to play games."

I screamed as I felt a pair of hands grab me. I tried to fight him off but he was too strong. I still didn't feel anything. Usually by now, the house would be shaking or flames would erupt. But nothing happened.

Isaac carried me out of the dark room into a dark red hallway lit by torches. I struggled the whole way but none of them said anything. Isaac forced me to walk and after that failed, he threw me over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" I cried as I started pounding on his back. I've never felt so helpless before.

"Marc is not going to like this," Isaac stated. I continued to struggle but to no avail.

"Well Marc isn't here to witness it," the killer retorted. "Just put her down and make sure she's walking before we get to the quarters. He'll never know."

I didn't want to meet this Marc. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to walk through those doors and see my mom smiling with open arms. I wanted Zain to take me to the park and push me on the swings. I wanted to be happy. I didn't want what was happening right now.

But I couldn't do anything about it.

Isaac eventually put me down but I didn't fight. I didn't know where we were or how I was going to get out of it so for now I would just have to listen. The hallway opened up to a spacious room that was also lit by torches but the walls were black.