Silver ( #1 in the Villians series )

Evan

'JACE!'

I stirred slightly in my sleep, ignoring Silver.

'JACE!'

I groaned, putting a pillow over my head to block her out.

'JACE!'

Growing fed up with Silvers screaming in my aching head, I begrudgingly opened my barrier to her.

'What? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?' I hissed, my head pounding as if someone took a hammer to it.

'You shut down after the incident. I thought you died or something.' She sighed in relief, the sound echoing in my head.

'Incident? What incident?' I asked, curious on what Silver was talking about.

'You mean you don't remember what happened?' She asked, confused. I hummed in response, wanting to go back to sleep. The bed is so warm... and soft. 'What do you remember from last night, Jace?' Silver asked slowly, snapping me back into focus.

'Well... I remember the kills, and after that... I was captured by the government and interrogated.' Realizing what happened, I shot up in my bed, eyes wide in fear. 'I was captured by the government—AND INTERROGATED!' I screamed at Silver, terrified.

'Yeah, we were.' Silver sighed, defeated. 'But we'll get out. Anything else?' She asked, trying to reboot my memory. I scratched my head, puzzled and studying the room I was put in. The bright white lights were blindingly painful against my eyes, so I had to squint to see around me. Padded, plastic walls surrounded me on three sides, opening up into another brightly lit hallway. I was wrapped in crisp white sheets, and I wore a loose hospital gown around my frail figure, not even fitting my shoulders, sliding down one slightly.

'Where am I?' Sliding the sheets off, my arms suddenly stung in pain and I hissed, glaring down at them.
'What the...' My arms were wrapped in clean white bandages all the way up to my elbows, and they stung whenever I moved them.

'You clawed yourself when Evan uncovered your memories of Alex, you would've hit an artery if I hadn't steered your hand away.' Silver stated softly, as if afraid I might start clawing at myself again.

'Oh.' Was all I answered, running my hand down the bandages. I swung my bare feet over the bed, laying them on the freezing metal floor. I yelped as the cold stabbed at my feet, hopping down the hallway and into one of the doorways. The light was on in there too, still painfully bright. Looking around, I realized it was a shining clean bathroom with a mirror and basic necessities. I looked in the mirror, taken aback on how (more) ghoulish my appearance was. My long brown hair was tangled and matted, and the silver strands I despised so were much more duller than usual. My frail, bony frame wasn't unusual, so I refrained from looking at at, not wanting to see the ugliness.
'How odd.' I thought, running a hand through the mess of my hair. As I ran my hand through my hair, I saw something that made me freeze in fear.
A chip was inserted in my neck, the skin still raw around it.
'What the... Silver, do you have any knowledge of this?' I asked her, wincing as I ran my hand over the chip. It didn't seem dangerous, at least not yet. Silver hummed, thinking.

'No... I don't seem to remember this being inserted in you.' She explained. I shivered, feeling unnerved about this chip for some reason. Something about it wasn't right.
Turning away from the mirror and still fiddling with the chip, I walked into the other room across from the bathroom, emerging into a different room. A long metal table was in the middle of the room with a leather chair on either side of it, each pushed in neatly. Four black cameras lined the corners, each one watching me with their beady black eyes. A metal door in the center of the room (I realized) was the only way in or out, narrowing my escape. I plopped down in the chair, feeling the camera move with me.

"Alright a—holes, come on in!" I shouted at the nearest camera, flipping it off. Clicking and whirring came from the door and it opened, revealing a smirking brown haired boy around my age, with piercing green eyes that seemed to go right through me and into my soul, seemingly taking it apart as he stared at me. He wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans, holding a file at his side. His body was muscular, obviously seen from his tee, but not overly. Almost average.
"Jace, I'm glad you finally woke up. We need to talk." Somehow, him saying my name caused shivers to travel down my spine, like a hundred spiders running down my back.

'That's Evan.' Silver whispered in controlled anger, flaring up my irritation.

"So is this your way of saying that you'll torture me until I give everything you want? If so, then yeah, lets talk. You won't be getting anything from me." I spat, crossing my arms. Evan chuckled, sitting down in the chair opposite from me and opening a file.

"No, not exactly. How do you like your room? I figured it would be much more interesting then your previous one." He asked, writing something down. I smirked.

"Oh it's absolutely wonderful. The decor is stunning, don't you think?"
Even smiled a small smile, amused by my retorts.

"Oh yeah. Definitely five-star. Criminals like you deserve only the best." The resentment when he said "criminals like you" was evident in his voice, causing me to wince inwardly. We sat in silence for a few moments, awkwardly looking around. Evan suddenly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.

"You know, you gave the old statues quite a fright when you flipped them off." He said, trying to ignite a conversation. I grinned, leaning forward.

"You mean those old gargoyles? Damn." I chuckled, shaking my head.
"So, any 'old gargoyles' in your family?" He slipped in. I opened my mouth to respond but whipped my head towards him, narrowing my eyes.

"Why the hell do you care?" I spat, suspicious. Even raised his hands in surrender, eyes wide.

"Just wanted to know. Didn't want to intrude." He apologized but I still watched his suspiciously, knowing what he was sent in here to do.

"No." I responded, pulling my knees up to my chest. "I don't." My only grandma that didn't despise my existence died years ago, and I didn't want to mention her. I suddenly felt a pressure in my mind and growled, snapping my head in his direction.

'Silver!'

'I'm on it.' She replied, attacking the force.

"Stay out of my head." I hissed. Evan raised an eyebrow, receding from my mind.

"Who's Silver?" He asked innocently, as if he hadn't just tried to intrude my mind.

"None of your business." I snarled, glaring at him. Evan smirked, getting up and walking towards the door. 'What?'
"Where are you going?" I asked, confused. He couldn't possibly have gotten any information from me, right? He turned towards me, flashing a grin.

"Back to my office, of course. You gave quite a good amount of information I now have to sort through. Have a wonderful evening, Jace."
Feeling the urge to say something to at least get some information out of him, I blurted.

"What's your name?"
'Idiot you know his name already.' I scolded myself. Evan smiled.

"It's Evan. Evan Hall. By the way, your dinners coming in an hour. Hope you're hungry." With that he left, and I sat back, smiling to myself.

'Evan Hall.'