Call of Silence-(All Might/ Toshinori Yagi) Book 2

8

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

Your eyes opened as you felt his fingers dig into your cheek, the four blackened ovals that would remain and discolor her skin long after the wounds had dried from your veins. Your screams were stifled.

You could hear him panting, the pleasure in his break, like an animal in heat. He was not stealing but rather it is just what he wanted. To talk, however, he did not speak, no need to tell you not to fight, to make a sound.

You were strained aganst the zip-ties, blod running over the translucent plastic, red on white. Your nose filled with the musty scent of the sack that covered your head and in the almost blackness your eyes strained for some sign of what was to come.

"Was this really necessary?" you asked.

"Not really, but I need to catch up with you on recent events that have occurred recently and the little child that you hold an interest in protecting."

"You would be the one so clever to focus on the small details, I am surprised that you didn't kidnap her and went for me."

"When you want to prize, go for the gold right," he recited as he pulled his sharp blade and swung it straight down, cutting the restraints around your hand as you sighed as he sat beside you looking towards the sky.

"How about you and I catch up now?"

"Well for starters...you're an uncle now," you began

Serah's POV (Third POV)

"You sure you have everything from the car?" Sansa asked.

"I made sure to check!" Serah assured as she walked towards the door and stopped soon after she took a couple steps.

She couldn't breathe, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her. But no one would no one was there. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt a drop run down her cheek. She knew something wasn't right.

"What's the matter Serah?" Sansa asked looking at her petrified state.

"What's wrong..."she thought as the adrenaline flew over her veins like a carp through the river, but she couldn't move a single muscle, not even to scream, "Hana isn't here...usually she would greet me at the door...but it is as if something isn't right."

The absolute horror completely paralyzed her.

She ran to the door and opened it while Sansa ran after her calling her name.

"Hana!" Serah yelled out, looking at the scene before her.

The house was neat and tidy as it had always been.

She ran upstairs and opened Hana's room door and notice everything was in a neat setting, everything but the window.

Serah soon climbed through the window and flew up to the top and there she knew something was wrong and her instinct was right. She lifted the object in her hands, the only way she could contact Hana if she needs to: her cell phone.

"Serah...what's wrong?" Sansa called out.

She couldn't even answer him. The more she thought about running away to find Hana, or simply moving a bit, the more she felt discouraged and utterly terrified. All those times she had been captured she had never been this afraid until now. And this time she was completely safe, Hana was the one captured. She didn't remember being that scared in her life. And that was just the beginning. That idea only made it worse. If that was even possible.