Temperament

Chapter 12

She's in a room, strapped in a metal chair, still reeling from that sickening night, the boys, twisted, blacken face, his fangs, those startling features that looked a lot like her, the boy who looked a lot like her missing brother. "WHERE AM I?" She yells, to an empty room. She growls, gritting her teeth as she tries to find a way out. "AAARRRRRGGGGHHH!" She yells. "Ms. Exotica. Calm down." A man appears next to her. She yells, elbows the man in the stomach. He jumps out the way. She narrows at the man. "WHY THE HELL AM I HERE! WHO WAS THAT GUY?" She demands, her spittle hitting the man's glasses. He hmmps, as he takes a silk cloth out if his suit pocket, and he wipes them off. "Everything will be explained... All in it's due time." The man says, and walks out of the dark corridor. "WAIT! ANSWER ME! HEY! YOU KNOW WHAT, FUCK YOU! I HOPE YOU DIE!!!" She screams, thrashing and bashing against the ropes. "AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGH!" She groans, the sound echoing across the walls, and she stamps her feet in anger. A door opens at the end of the corridor. A man, in a hazmat suit and bare hands, walks in, and he walks up to her, crouching when his gets close to her face. He places his pointer finger, and middle finger under her chin, bragging her face close to his, she shrinks back at the man's touch, shuddering as his ice-cold fingers penetrate her skull. Then, suddenly, the man pulls off his mask, and an ice-cold face faces her. "I'm Ax." The man says, squeezing her chin, smiling creepily. "And it's very nice to you," He says, pausing, "Exotica." He sighs and in an instant, a breath of ice hits her face, freezing her to her spot, ice wraps around her body, freezing her eyes, lungs, she gasps for breath, chokes and she falls...
                                           down...

                                                        down...

                                                                    down...

                      into obivilion...

He wakes up in a room, pitch black, damp and wet. He sighs, then coughing as the earthen air hits his charred nostrils. He tries to move, shifting as the zip tie restraints cut into his wrists, then he winces as his bruises hit him with a sting. "Where am I?" He whispers into the dark room, his voice echoing through the darkness. A door opens in the room, and light fills in. A woman, probably mid-20s he thinks, dark skin, blue eyes, strides, in the room, with a lab coat. She walks toward him, raising a flashlight in his face, examing him. He winces as the bright light hits his black eyes. She cocks her head at his reaction, surprised at a being like him is able to feel like a human. She walks closer to him, keeping a respectable distance away from him. "What are you?" She asks, whispering, her head cocked in curiosity, she steps closer to him, so that they're at eye length, the woman crouchs before him, and cups his chin. "What are you?" She repeats, harsher and more queer then ever. A delirious giggle escapes from his cracked lips. "I'm. Your. Worst. Nigggghhhhhtmaaareeee!" He says, giggling even madly then before, and his giggles fill the empty room, echoing through the woman's ears. "AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screeches, slapping her hands around her ears, desperately trying to mask his tormenting giggles, but alas, to no avail. The women runs to the door, as a toxic gas fills the room, ensnaring her nostrils, choking her airways, then finally, knocking the woman unconscious, and she twitches, once, twice, then falls asleep on the cold metal floor. The Boy slips, discreetly, out of his cuffs. He walks to the woman, brushing her cheek, softly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." He says, smiling. He pulls out a knife and then he, slowly, etches a small heart in her cheek, and blood runs down from the cut. His hunger is a sharp pain in his stomach, and dips his head to lap up the remaining blood. He licks his lips, and sighs in delight. He says, in a singsongy voice, "She shouldn't of pushed my buttons." He inhales, slowly. "This'll be," He sighs, "fuuunnnnn!" He says, singing. He smiles, and reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cloak. "Stupid fools." He says, shaking his head, "Didn't even have the gall to check my pockets." He says, quirking his lips. "Idiots." He says, grinning. And he wraps the cloak around him, enclosing the blood-sun clasp around his neck. He opens the door, and light pools into the room, blinding him for a second, but he recovers, and begins his descent, downstairs, to get some food in his ever hungry stomach. "Lunch is my favorite part of the day!" He says, smiling, as he recalls the sweet taste of the womans blood.