Why Should I Tell You Anything? COMPLETED

Silence Yourself

"Silence yourself!" Adrien scolds, gripping my burned wrist tightly with angry burning in his already poison-filled eyes. I wince again and try not to shrink back, "That hurts..." I mumble hotly.

Adrien rolls his eyes as he drops my hand dramatically. He picks up his white cloth covered with the stinging salve meant to treat Sarin burns. He daps it into the metal container filled with white cream before giving me a look, "If you weren't stupid and broke a Sarin Tree branch you wouldn't be in pain. And if you didn't run you wouldn't have been chased by a Shadow! I don't know if you're extremely lucky or unlucky! You draw the worst type of monsters and yet you survive!"

I scowl down at my lap, "I didn't ask to be chased by monsters all day long."

He rubs my burns making no effort to dull the pain. I wince again but force my arm to remain still. Adrien's burning red hair still tied in a short tail with a couple strands falling in front of his pale face. I begin to watch him. It's unfair. These boys are absolutely insane and complete jerks, well with the exception of Shiloh on a rare occasion, and yet the nice boys are stuck with average or below average looks. I wish these boys looked how they are on the inside, just to give people a heads up on how big of jerks they can be.

Earlier, Gideon carried me back to their tree house which only made me think of my theory of the boys being cookie elves with the dark twist they are cannibals. Actually, the cannibal idea is beginning to look pretty accurate considering the fact they aren't phased by the smell of rotting bodies and have murdered people before. Plus, they want to kill me but I'm useful so they won't. I hope. Their pretty faces are meant to lure in their prey easier. And they admitted that they aren't human. They are cannibals.

Shaken by that thought, I distract myself trying hard not to dwell on my recent realizations. I can't flip out, then I'll be distracted and unable to escape. I need to play along if I want to survive. I can't run away again unless I have a solid plan. I'll have to find a way to use them until then. To try getting answers indirectly and finding gaps I could slip through. I need to be older so I can run. I need to get my hands on one of their knives. I need a map. I need to figure out where I am.

Then I'll make my escape and never have to see these creepy boys again.

I decided earlier that I wasn't going to be stupid about it. I needed to stay focused and pay attention to little hints. I'm not going to be a damsel in distress or an annoying hot-headed girl who ticks them off every five seconds. I'm going to get out of here alive and I'm going to keep my mouth shut. Unless... I want to end up like that girl they mentioned earlier.

Gideon lounges on the rounded couch with his head propped up with his hands. He grins mischievously as he kicks his legs in the air like a little kid. His copper eyes bright, "So Eve," he begins, "we brought your duckie here. Do you like it?"

I wince as Adrien rubs my upper arm with the cream making it sting worse. I wanted to do it myself but I couldn't bring myself to ask. He seems like the type not to be questioned. I manage a weak smile at Gideon, playing nice, "Uh yeah." I try not to panic at the sound of my high voice. I've recently become hyper-aware of the way it sounds. Now that I'm a little kid. Wow. I never thought I'd ever have to think that thought... but here I am. Trapped with hot tree cannibals. I think.

Gideon lights up as his smile widens revealing dimples. "I think we're going to keep it here. Is that okay with you?"

I catch the fakeness in his voice realizing he's trying to egg me on. But I could care less if they kept the duck or not. I just flash him a smile, mimicking his "playfulness", "Of course! I didn't know you guys loved that duck so much. I think it'd be better if you kept it here," I pause as I tilt my head at him, "Since you love it so much." My voice is enthusiastic, but even Gideon catches my fake tone.