The Victoriano Twins; The Evil Within Story

Aelin

She had never screamed. Not like this, with her volumes so high it dried out her throat. A sound like hammers to drums in her own ears.

Two huge firemen had to hold her to the Earth, each with a broken nose or swollen eye or some kind of scratch mark Aelin had imprinted on them.

Aelin screamed and begged. Begged to be let go, screamed to be let inside; to get Sam, but the words came out hoarse threw her abused vocals.

Sam had been the one to show her flickers of light, for her to feel occasionally comforted and grateful for him. Foolish, so foolish she was to let it slip away from her. But this death wasn't a silent blackness, this death burned brilliantly in the dark night with crackling flames breathing a hot breath into one ear and out the other.

She had never felt anything more than a flicker of amusement or a tang of annoyance.

Every emotion had hit her at once.
She was infuriated, and heartbroken, and horrified. She was left alone in the dark, she was burning alive in the spotlight. Her screams were so inhuman most of the neighborhood came out of their houses with pillows suffocating their ears to see what the hell was happening.

She was nothing, but now, she was a downpour.

Her left leg broken from the fall, her arms scorched and bleeding, and her shoulder dislocated from struggling against two huge men. Finally, they strapped her down suffocatingly tight and forced a gas down her throat that would put her to sleep.

She was still screaming when the darkness locked her eyes shut.

كجخ

It took two months for the staff to find Ruben Victoriano. Two months Aelin had spent experiencing crippling depression in her little hospital room. She didn't give a damn what the staff thought, let them send her off to an asylum for all furious hell she cared. But she would scream threw her tears and throw food at the nurses in rage and fight for her life against a shower so she could keep the smelt of Sam (and his blood) on her skin.

She told herself such things about Sams death over and over, taking advantage of her new emotions just to punish herself.

Let them send her away to an asylum, she wouldn't care, she thought. Though it was as if the hospital knew about her father, and how she had wanted nothing to do with him. Hadn't even given him a thought. When they called him and told her to pack up all her belongings from her apartment, she swore it was the hospital's revenge for being a rotten, screaming brat.

كجخ

Ruben Victoriano guessed the furious pounding at the front door had been going on for a while, hence how he couldn't even here a glass break from down the hall in this huge estate. He opened the door and the dark skinned woman almost fell forward. He could tell, it was an effort on her part to stop from gawking at his appearance. She smiled, a regretful smile only Ruben could see there.

He didn't return the smile, he did however tilt his head to Aelin, they exchanged glances.

What in hell was she doing here? He had never expected to see her here- and who were these damned people?

She didn't drop the challenge in her eyes from his as the lady spoke.
"Mr. Victoriano, a court order has been registered that proclaims that Aelin here, isn't emotionally stable enough to handle herself in the emancipation process."

He knew what was happening, and the sudden weight on his chest grew. He snarled, "I wouldn't allow her to manipulate you so accessibly, she and her brother can handle themselves solitarily." 

The ladies mouth gapped, even the guardsmen by Aelin looked caught off guard. But Aelin herself looked quite amused. Ruben took in their expressions and waited.

"Sorry for your loss, Ruben." Aelin spoke for the first time to her father, a smirk plastered on her face.