Partners in Crime

Temporary refuge

Two days later, Rowan's POV
"Abby? Are you okay?!" No response. "Abby, please, answer me. Are you okay? You were screaming earlier." Still no response. "Abby?" "I'm fine. Would you please shut up now?" What the? Something is definitely wrong. Abby's not the type of person to talk like that, especially to me. What did that asshole do to my sister now?! Not only is he starving her, which makes her pass out at times, but he's also constantly giving her a dose of that disgusting devil's potion. He seems to want to make her basically invincible, but he's killing her at the same time. 'What kind of monster is he?!' 'The worst kind, human.' 'What the hell?' No more answers. Okayyy, that was definitely weird. "Rowan, you might want to rest. Granter wants to do a major experiment in a few hours." I glanced over, and saw how exhausted she looked. She was also tinier and frail from the lack of food. She had bags below her small, black eyes. Her skin wasn't even tanned anymore. She still managed to smile every once in a while, no matter how much he broke her. I managed a smile myself, and decided to rest. When I awoke, I was already strapped to the examination table. I looked over at Abby, who seemed to be out cold. I noticed that she didn't seem to be breathing. I started panicking, shouting for Granter to arrive. He did, not panicking, but relaxed, and just started picking out a tool. Then, he started carving on her chest, directly on her heart. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing? That's her heart! You never experiment on those." He looks over his shoulder at me. "I'm aware. But you see, your sister is simply another experiment to me. I don't care if she dies or not. She's just an object. You understand, right?" "...No, I don't. We are people, not objects." "Of course you'd think that. Just be quiet so I can concentrate." That was it, I had had enough. I used my nails to undo the bindings around my chest and arms. I knew Granter liked weird weapons, and I noticed a large scythe leaning against the wall. I crept over to it silently, and when I got it, I ran over to Granter, and sliced off his hand, the one holding the tool. He screamed. Abby still didn't move. I see that her heart is exposed, that her flesh has been... oh god. What has he done?! I look over to him, any emotion I have felt, just gone, without a trace. I looked at him, disgusted with the filth I saw. Him. He was the bane of my existence, the one who hurt me, who tortured me. I might have been able to forgive him one day, but the fact that he hurt my SISTER is UNFORGIVABLE. ABSOLUTELY UNFORGIVABLE! I take one last look at him, and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm only giving you a one-way ticket to hell." And then, his head came clean off. So much blood, such a beautiful color though. 'Rowan! Focus! You need to save Abby! Get her to safety for the love of god!' God? God does not exist. Not anymore, anyway. I picked her up, and went through the emergency exit in Granter's office. Damn, she's so light. I don't even care that I killed a person, I just need to get my sister to safety. Granter did a similar type of experiment on me, once, but it had failed. Now I had a bunch of stitches across my face. Luckily, my hair hides it, for the most part. I run deep in the woods behind the asylum, but I never tire. I could have been running for minutes, hours at the most, when I saw it; a beautiful large cabin, one that a person might go to during the summer, but we were in autumn, so it should be empty. It would do perfectly.